The more anxious Qiao Yanran was, the calmer he was.

Now I'm afraid others can't count on it. At the critical moment, she has to rely on herself.

Qiao Yanran carefully explored the bedroom, looking for the weak point of the protective cover, and finally chose the flashing window at the top of the door.

She put all her strength on her palm and hit the corner of the small window.

A dull sound came, and then the protective cover of the small window of the room broke, and became a cobweb of traces.

Qiao Yanran saw the door, and his toes suddenly stepped on the ground, and the whole person jumped out of the air, directly smashed the protective cover completely, pushed open the small window, and the whole person jumped out.

In the middle of the corridor, Qin Xiao, who was about to open the door, fell to the ground with this fierce force.

Qiao Yanran

It's just a coincidence.

Qin Xiao felt like he was pressed by a big millstone. Although he was strong, he couldn't use his whole body. He couldn't move. What made him feel worse was that his opponent's hand was holding the position of his chest.

The clothes in summer are thin. It's really painful to be caught like this. It's sharp.

"How long are you going to lie down?"

Qin Xiao said in a deep voice.

Qiao Yan Ran looked at his hand, now still press on each other's chest, move the hand, stand up, slightly apologetic toward him to say sorry.

She reached out and pulled Qin Xiao up.

Qiao Yan Ran went around behind him and patted the dust on his body. When he looked up, he found that his hair was bulging out at the back of his head.

She stood on tiptoe and poked.

"Hiss -"

Qin Xiao took a cold breath.

He was knocked on the back of his head. It was very painful, and he was a little dizzy and nauseous. Now he was stabbed again and almost kicked off. He went to see the immortal.

Qiao Yanran not only didn't let go, but also had more strength on her hand. She pressed and said: "blood stasis is gathering here. Do you have dizziness and nausea? Is it fuzzy to see? "

Qin Xiao listen to his tone is quite serious, mouth way: "a little slight dizziness nausea, at present see things clearly."

"All right."

Qiao Yan Ran en 1, opening a way: "had better apply, reduce haemorrhage."

"Nothing."

Qin Xiao touched the drum on the back of his head, but he didn't think so. He waved his hand and didn't care much.

Over the years, he has suffered a lot of injuries, big and small, but he hasn't managed them very much. He has made his wounds better.

"It's better to take care of the wound."

Qiao Yanran takes the key from his hand, opens the door of the room, grabs his sleeve and walks into the room.

"No, after a few days, the congestion will disperse."

Qin Xiao made a simple statement.

"It's OK, but it may affect your training these days." Qiao Yan Ran spread a hand toward him, casual way.

She won't force it, at least she has to respect the party's ideas.

"No more."

Qiao Yanran didn't say anything more. She left the room in a hurry and went downstairs to the bathroom.

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when Qiao Yanran returned to the martial arts arena, tutor Zhang announced to let everyone rest in place.

The students all found a cool place, gathered in twos and threes, and began to talk about the big day after tomorrow.

With that, I went a little further and got to the topic of women.