madam is a squeamish

"Just Mr. Seven? How much face can an actor have?" Marshal Bei.

The little girl sneered, "What's wrong with the opera singer? People rely on their own ability to eat, and they can make everyone applaud from the north and the south, from warlords and wealthy households to common people and beggars. Now, your son has to rely on the appearance of an opera singer to exchange money." Come back!"

Marshal Bei was a little worried, "Is this going to work?"

Sister-in-law, "If it doesn't work, let's exchange one life for another. Anyway, you killed your brother's brother, not your son!" He went out with his small bag in a hurry.

The sick man that the handsome Peking University spoke of was lying on the sofa at the moment, waiting for someone to bandage the wound.

"Bai Ze, come here!" Yi Buran glanced at the gauze and medicine on the table.

Bai Ze rubbed his hands, "It's not a problem for me to come, but there is no anesthetic here, and the bullet is painful to take out. When the doctor comes with anesthetic, we can save a lot of trouble!"

"Come on, the dressing is done, prepare the car and go to Luocao Mountain immediately!" Yi Buran said decisively.

He didn't want to waste time, lest there be any unnecessary troubles.

Bai Ze nodded, ripped off his sleeves, wiped the alcohol with the scalpel.

"Second Young Master, do you want to bite on something?" Bai Ze couldn't bear it.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yi Buran frowned.

Bai Ze had no choice but to take out the bullet.

Yi Buran sat on the sofa, clenched his fists, and felt the pain, his face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, but he insisted on not saying a word.

With a ding-dong sound, the blood-stained bullet was thrown on the plate, and Bai Ze was very satisfied, "Fortunately, it's a success!" He applied the medicine to bandage and tied the knot in a smooth manner.

I scalded a hot towel for Yi Buran, "You can wipe it off, the car is already outside!"

Then he handed him the anti-inflammatory medicine, but the water glass was not picked up yet.Yi Buran had already swallowed, got up and went out.

Bai Ze looked helplessly at the back of him going out, "It seems that those who are not in a hurry are the most anxious!"

The night was long, and when I went out, I happened to meet someone selling sugar-fried chestnuts.

Yi Buran stopped, "Go and buy a packet of fried chestnuts!"

Bai Ze, "Second Young Master, are you hungry?"

Yi Buran got into the car and didn't answer him.

Bai Ze fumbled to buy a pack, and handed it back when he came back.

"Can you peel chestnuts with this arm? How about I?"

Yi Buran carefully folded up the oiled paper bag, put it on his chest, closed his eyes and rested in the car.

Bai Ze withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "Yeah, love is reserved for others!"

He also wondered, when is this, this master still has the heart to eat this!

Early in the morning, in a daze, Xiaoyouzi heard the sound of chains being dragged and quarreling.

Opening his eyes in a daze, before his mind cleared up, he saw Bei Minglang being dragged straight out by a few bandits, and he was holding on to the prison door railing tightly.

"Oh, little dwarf, what are you doing looking at?"

Xiaoyouzi immediately applauded like a seal, "Come on, come on!"

"You want to piss me off, where are you?"

Little Yuzi, "I'm so young and I can't hold them back, so I can only cheer you on!"

Bei Minglang was furious, "Forget it, you just drag me out and shoot me! Sooner or later, I will die of anger!" Like a dying fish, suddenly gave up resistance, life has nothing to love!

Seeing Bei Minglang being dragged away, Xiaoyouzi was a little anxious, "They really don't know how to fry Bei Minglang!"

Shaking the locked cell door, he had an idea, and suddenly got out from between the thick railings and chased him out.