Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

How can they not guess, she has come here, and also mixed into the house!

"Hey? What are you doing there?" The gray wolf noticed a glimpse of the figure in front of the flowers, and he asked.

Feng Jiu turned back and grinned: "I am weeding!"

"Is this kid?" The gray wolf blinked: "Are you not in the outer court? How come this inner court is coming?"

"The housekeeper let me in, I am responsible for this piece of sweeping and watering and weeding."

"Yang Yong let you in?" The gray wolf groaned strangely: "When can a newcomer be mixed into the inner court?"

The shadow on the side saw the words: "Did you still pull him in yesterday?"

"That's not the same."

"Nothing is different." He said, looking at Feng Jiuyi’s eyes and moving his eyes away: "Yang Yong passed the target, since he believed it, let's go!"

The gray wolf also took back his eyes and did not pay attention to it. Also, Yang Yong is the housekeeper, but the government has never had an accident under his care. His ability is obvious to all. The person he can put in should be fine.

Watching them leave, Feng Jiu went back and had a little pull out.

After staying in the inner courtyard for a few days, she could not see Xuanyuan Moze, which made her somewhat unbearable. On this day, I went to the courtyard and scanned the ground. Thinking about how he should come out? Or did she not meet when he came out?

At this time, she did not know. On the other side, in a courtyard of the inner court, Yang Yong looked at the old man in front of him and asked, "How?"

"After a few days in the inner court, the most frequently transferred place is the main house of the master. When no one is lazy, some people take the broom and pretend to be like it. They fell asleep in the flowers yesterday evening. Today, they went to the main house to sweep the floor. At first glance, this person can be broken, and it is definitely directed at the master."

The voice of the old man was low and serious. He looked at Yang Yong and said, "Would you like it?"

Wen Yan, Yang Yongwen smiled and asked: "Can you see who is bad for him?"

"There is no, but I am deliberate."

"Strong strength repair? Didn't feel it?" Yang Yong asked again.

"No, it may be a hidden practice of cultivation, and I can't feel the strength of his body."

When I heard this, Yang Yong nodded. "I know, go on! I will handle this."

Seeing this, the old man nodded, and then turned and left.

After a little pause, Yang Yong stood up and walked away with a hand. This was just around the flower garden, through the courtyard, and not far from the main courtyard, I saw that there was a sweep of the body. A pair of idle and lazy look.

Looking at the boy, his hand moved slightly, and a silver needle, as thin as a hair, came out at this moment, and silently attacked the youngster.

He looked at him quietly, and saw that the lazy-looking boy didn’t even return his head and only slightly turned a point. The silver needle crossed from her cheek and fell into a big place not far away. The tree is in, and the wood is three-thirds deep.

Feng Jiu saw it, his eyes were slightly moving, and he turned back and looked at it: "Housekeeper?"

Yang Yong nodded and walked over. Wensheng asked: "Is it still used to it here?" The unexpectedly sharpness of the teenager made him unexpected. He didn't even return his head, he easily avoided him. Silver needle.

Such a teenager will come from the country?