Chapter 32

When Han Fei pulls back his hand, Qin Che's hand trembles slightly.

Han Fei pondered for a while and said, "since when did the Lord not walk?"

"Ten years ago."

Ten years? So long

Han Fei asked, "why?"

Silence.

Han Fei felt a chill and a mixture of death and death. She shuddered and returned to the question she had just asked, and her heart thumped.

A good prince suddenly lame and can't walk. It must not be something that can be seen. What he said just now is not asking about the Royal secrets!

Han Fei immediately changed the subject and said, "Lord, I want to give the needle. Are you afraid of the pain? It's going to hurt a little. "

Han Fei can't help but put on the tone of coaxing the child. He doesn't realize the wrong tone at all. Naturally, he can't see the person in front of him. He has changed his killing intention into consternation.

Han Fei automatically and consciously took the master's silence as an answer, took out her own needle bag and rubbed it. Just the next moment, a dagger was against her neck.

Han Fei's hand trembled and almost dropped the needle.

"You, do you treat your patients like that?"

Han Fei said trembling.

As soon as the wind's face changed, he said, "Lord, this man's purpose is unknown. He is holding a murder weapon. You can't get close to him."

Qin Che frowned and said, "back down, high wind."

"Lord..."

The body suddenly froze when the wind was against his cold eyes. When he was stunned, a stabbing pain like a needle came from his wrist. A warm current rose from the caudal vertebra. When he reacted and wanted to retreat, the back of his neck was pricked again.

A burst of vertigo swept up, and the wind glared with consternation, and finally fell to the ground.

Han Fei quietly opened the silk ribbon of some eyes, looked at the man who fell on the ground, the corner of his mouth triumphantly rose, and muttered: "didn't I tell you, don't get too close to me when I hold the needle in my hand! You've threatened me with a knife three or four times

Han Fei just wanted to look up at the sick rice seedling king. Her clothes were lifted and her eyes were shaken. Then she saw that the man had put the robe on his shoulder over his legs.

Han Fei's eyes are very sorry. It's a pity that she didn't see those big white legs. Tut Tut, she felt very good just now!

After hesitating for a while, Han Fei was sure that she didn't see other emotions in her indifferent eyes. Then she said, "Lord, don't you blame me for putting down your men?"

"You didn't kill."

Han Fei exclaimed, "am I such a cruel man?"

"He'll take it."

Be put down by a woman, after the wind wakes up, don't need Qin Che to open mouth, oneself can go to accept a crime to punish.

Han Fei's face suddenly became serious. Her big eyes were dazzling. She said to Qin Che word by word.

"I'm just telling you, I'm not saying it casually. I can put your men down with my eyes closed, so I can fix your legs, even if I can't stand up, but at least you can have touch."

After saying this heroic words, Han Fei was moved by himself. He thought that the sick prince would be moved, so he fell in love with his smile.

Han Fei's face suddenly collapsed and muttered, "can't you be moved?"

Qin Che half closed his eyes and said, "many people have said this to me."

Han Fei was stunned, and her unconscious heart jerked. A strange feeling rose. She didn't know how to describe it, but it contained a trace of heartache.

Han Fei clenched her teeth and said, "once, at least you believe me once, once is enough."

Qin Che raised his eyes and put his eyes on Han Fei's body. The dark pupil reflected Han Fei's round and silly face, as if he had absorbed her whole person.

"Can I trust you?" he asked? Hanfei. "

Han Fei pursed her lips and met his eyes obstinately. Without any concession, she said, "it's my responsibility to go through fire and water for you, master Che!"

He was slightly surprised: "Che ye?"

Han Fei's heart took a sentence, can't be a master! His fate will be entangled with her, is she to hold the Lord!

"You have heard me wrong. I mean the Lord."

The face under the mask was a little surprised, but the hard heart was still soft. He said, "well, you can start."

This sentence is equivalent to agreeing with Hanfei's meaning of giving needles to him.

Han Fei's face was happy, and she began to change her attitude towards the sick Wang Ye. She picked up the silk ribbon again, wrapped her eyes, took a deep breath and said, "Lord, can you please go to bed?"

It's hard to give a needle when you're sitting.His breath was very close to his ear. His deep voice overflowed and he said, "you just laid down the man who can put me to bed."

Han Fei is stunned, and then she is very embarrassed. Her complacency is gone. However, the person who has been stabbed by her will wake up after a day's sleep. What can we do now?

Qin Che is also looking at Han Fei how to do, the face is he does not know the interest is full of.

How long did not appear, a person who can stir his emotions.

Han Fei puffed up his courage and said, "Lord, I've offended you."

After that, Hanfei was going to bend down to pick up the man on the armchair. Anyway, she was full of strange strength. It should not be a problem to hold such a soft man. But before her hand touched the man, she was clamped by a clamp, which made her cry out in pain.

"You know, I don't like it."

Han Fei was wronged, "I can't see again!"

"But your look has betrayed you."

"How do you know?"

Her heart is really hiding a trace of want to tease his mind, after all, know that he will provide him, the bottom of the heart naturally some uncomfortable.

"I know now."

Han Fei said, "what do you want to do?"

"Push me through."

Han Fei said in doubt, "are you sure?"

"Well."

Han Fei felt for the position of the handle, and then pushed the chair away with a little force. After a little thought, she realized that the chair was made to order and could be moved.

"To the left."

Hanfei took a turn.

"After."

Hanfei pulled back a few more steps.

"Come forward."

Hanfei pushed forward a few steps.

"A little bit to the right."

Hanfei twisted.

"After that, you step back."

Han Fei got up her strength and stepped back.

After all this, she was sweating.

However, in Qin Che's eyes, Han Fei, who bent over and dragged the armchair to death, was somewhat like a

Rolling ball.

The radian of Qin Che's lip angle is deeper.

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