Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

   Chapter 1217 Or invisible but deadly

   "..." When Han Changqing heard this, he looked back in sorrow, unable to believe it, or unwilling to believe it.

   "Zhuo Di, don't talk nonsense!" Han Changqing interrupted Zhuo Di in fear, apparently avoiding something.

  Xiao Mohan sat there quietly, rubbing his fingertips, reaching out to turn on the lamp, and neatly rolled up his sleeves, exposing his wrists, and said, “Time is really running out.”

  Wen Shui listened, the enchanting face was extremely irritable.

  He strode forward, grabbed the glass in Zhuo Li's hand, and drank it in one gulp.

  "Who is that person..." Wenshui turned around and wanted to ask.

"It's him." Xiao Mohan said in a low voice. He stood up slowly, looked down at his wrists, and glanced over them with light eyes, but his expression was calm and calm, saying: "He has been by my side and has been hypnotized many times. Prove his existence."

   "It was true at the beginning, then.... He is also true." Xiao Mohan's magnetic voice, with a certain courage, is forbidden to question.

  When he was young, he had a dream!

  That dream is beautiful and cruel, with Gu Chuyan and another person!

   "I know the root of my illness, it is the Xiao family." Xiao Mohan said very positively. He walked to the drawing board and lifted the pen to outline it.

  His pen nib, fast but elegant, outlines a five`, figure, but he hasn't drawn his eyes for a long time, saying: "It's a pity..."

   "Since it is hypnosis, how can Grandpa Xiao know? Or, everyone is hypnotized and forget the past? If so, it would be terrible." Zhuo Di listened, and it took a long time to return to his senses.

   "He seems to be leading anyone's life." Zhuo Li got up, walked towards Xiao Mohan, looked at the figure on the drawing board side by side with him, and said, "Is it sure it is him?"

   "OK." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice, putting the pen down.

He rubbed his slender and beautiful fingertips a few times, turned around and looked out the window, and said, "Ask Shui, go to see Xia Chuchu to see if there is any strange medicine in her body, or it is invisible but deadly. ."

   "Hmm." Asking to listen, nodded.

   "Master, do you also exist?" Han Changqing listened. He only cared about Xiao Mohan's health. He turned his head and looked at the question.

  Qing Shui raised his hand, picked up the wine glass and put it back, saying: "Before Han came back, Ben Shao went back to the woods and got the unburnt incense stick. The incense on it was just ordinary incense."

   "But in fact, this light fragrance is incompatible with the blood in the cold body." Asking Shui tapped his fingertips on the table, his voice was terrifying, as if suppressing something.

   "Han's body contains the blood of his sister-in-law! This stick of incense can promote the rapid flow of blood, causing the cold to vomit blood and even disrupt the meridians." Wenshui said.

  He put the incense on the box, raised his eyes and said seriously: "It is really too difficult to solve something made from ninety-nine or eighty-one kinds of poisonous seeds and floral fragrance, but don't worry, Ben Shao will think about it again."

   "What kind of poison do you think it is, I'll look for it." Han Changqing stamped his feet in a hurry, trying to roll up his sleeves and have a big fight.

  Qing Shui stretched out his hand, stood in front of him, and said, "The medicine should be integrated with time, order, and practice! It's not that simple."

  Xiao Mohan took a step, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the curtains, his outline was cut like a knife, and his outline was extremely beautiful, his body exuded courage, and his deep black eyes narrowed slightly, bursting out a shrewd afterglow.

   "Counting days, should Yao Shengba wake up?" Xiao Mohan raised his eyes, as if thinking about something.

   "Han." Upon seeing Zhuo Di, he stared at Xiao Mohan's figure. He vaguely felt that Xiao Mohan knew who the other party was, and...

  (End of this chapter)