Then the purple vines came out of her body and quickly spread and spread, and soon the gates and walls were filled with the entire house of the Jishengtang.

Under the cover of the night, no one saw that the walls inside and outside the Jishengtang had been shrouded in dense purple vines.

And this purple vine seems to isolate the enchantment of the two worlds, so that everyone in the Jishengtang has become a cage bird, can not escape, and can not pass the voice.

The black winds of the night are the best time to kill people.

Tunxi recovered the purple lingering entangled in the neck of Qin Hai. Qin Hai violently coughed a few times, and immediately issued a burst of pig-like misery.

Because of the enchantment under the purple solitude, the outside people can no longer hear the sounds from the Jishengtang, but the people in the courtyard of the Jishengtang can naturally hear it.

Therefore, Qin Fu, the treasurer of Jishengtang, heard the sound, and even the clothes were too late to wear, and he hurried out.

While running, he yelled at the scorpion. "Which **** is impatient, dare to come to Jishengtang to make trouble, know who we are here?!!"

Qin Hai, who was still crying and screaming, saw Qin’s treasurer appear. He immediately rushed to the ground and raised his hand. He cried and said, “Hey, help! You have to be the master of me! My hand... my hand... is the stinky boy, he... he cut my hand with a knife... Hey... you have to avenge me!!"

When Qin’s treasurer saw the broken chapter of Qin Hai, he could see white bones in his flesh and blood. His eyes were a flower and his body was smashed twice.

Then he burst into anger: "Who?! Who is it? I dare to hurt my son. I don't want to break him down!"

Qin Hai is the only son of Qin Fu. Although his spiritual roots are mixed and his cultivation talents are not good, he still has a certain talent in studying medicine.

Some time ago, when Dr. Xie was in a good mood, he promised to cultivate his son. The Qin treasurer was not too worried about this son. The words of Dr. Xie made him full of hope.

As long as Dr. Xie’s inheritance is obtained, Qin Hai can become a class-level physician. Are they afraid that Qin’s family will not have the opportunity to fly?

The Qin treasurer is doing the dream, but in the blink of an eye, the son’s hands are cut off by the roots. What is the use of a low-ranking warrior who has broken his hand?

Can you study medicine? Can you practice spells? Not all! ! His only son is equal to waste!

Thinking of this, Qin’s shopkeeper was so angry that he was so angry that he was hurt and hate. He pointed to the direction of Tunxi and cried: “Hey, it’s him! It’s that he suddenly broke into the store, I just asked more. Two sentences, he cut my hand... Hey... Hey, you must avenge me, cut down all the dog's hybrid limbs!"

Qin treasurer turned and looked toward the creek sitting on the chair of the Taishi, but this look was scared.

I saw the dimly lit candlelight reflected in a white and delicate face like porcelain. It can be seen at a glance, it is just a young boy who is not a weak champion, or a handsome young boy with beautiful and elegant facial features.

On the face of the juvenile, there is a pair of eyes that are deep and deep, such as the old well, cold and chilly, just looking at it makes people feel in the 18th floor of hell, or in the snow, not consciously shaking.