The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

"Shush—" A bright and long whistle came from nowhere, which was very provocative.

Fang Cun raised his head and looked towards the place where the whistle came from. There was a figure in the tree, with a pair of deep eyes staring at them closely, not hiding deeply, full of leisure.

"Hey, isn't this His Royal Highness that trash from the Heaven Realm?" The black shadow was deliberately provoking trouble, and his tone was very contemptuous.

Gan Ting frowned, raised his eyes warmly and angrily, and pulled out the sword hairpin from the silver hair crown with his right hand, a blue light suddenly appeared, turning into a shiny sword, like a flying crane, it rushed ten feet straight towards the black shadow, Pull away to change shadows.

Before he could slash with his sword, the black shadow turned around and ran, easily dodged Gan Ting's sword, stepped lightly on the branches of the forest, and wandered recklessly, especially provocative.

The two chased after each other, leaving only a dust in the square inch.

"Cough, cough, cough." Fang Cun covered his mouth and nose and waved his sleeves, watching their speed and passion, feeling ashamed for a moment, "Can you think about an old man like me?"

Fang Cun spread out his palm, and a sword engraved with thunder and lightning was hanging in his palm. He had no choice but to drive without a license.

"Come on, isn't it Yujian, you can."

Fang Cun cheered secretly, not wasting any more time, he twirled his palm lightly, the light blue circle of light swirled rapidly around the sharp sword, the sharp sword stopped after shaking it a few times, and stopped shaking.

"I'll do my best, you have to do my best too." Fang Cun stepped on the blade of the sword, "Drive."

Suddenly the sharp sword whizzed and rolled up a strong wind, cranes chirped and dragons groaned, square inches of black hair fluttered wildly with the wind, the sword became more and more shiny, and rushed out horizontally.

"what--------!"

A terrible howl sounded, the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees trembled, and Fang Cun's sword was aggressive and rampant.

"Go back to the city, go back to the city!!! Where are you going wild!"

Fang Cun was originally standing on the sword, but fell down a second later, facing the hurricane with a mask of pain on his face, and simply closed his eyes.

He didn't know how long he had been flying, but Fang Cun felt that someone had slapped him a hundred times, and his face was burning with pain.

"Your Highness! Come down!"

It was Qian Jian’s voice. Fang Cun lay on the sword and opened his eyes. What came into his eyes was the scenery of Xianyang City. Yu Jian looked down at the common people. family joy.

With a square inch in his hand, the sword slowly landed on a long street, and this trip of driving without a license was considered a safe landing.

Holding the sword, Fang Cun ran to Gan Ting panting, and explained to Qian Jian, "Please wait a moment, we are chasing someone."

Gan Ting stopped Fang Cun, "There's no need to chase him, he's top-notch in lightness kung fu, it's useless to chase him."

Fang Cun exclaimed, "His qinggong is better than yours?!"

Although it's just a light skill, what kind of inhuman existence is stronger than the hero's skill.

Fang Cun took a breath, "Then shall we stop chasing?"

Gan Ting shook his head, "Writing big things with that pen will be backlashed, and writing small things won't cause any storms, so let's leave him alone and worry about Xianyang City first."

"What?" Fang Cun looked around, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The happy and beautiful scenery of the family just looking down is broken. There are many people on the long street. Purgatory.

"They are?"

Qian Jian looked serious, "From daybreak, some people began to have symptoms of vomiting and diarrhea. At first they thought it was just a cold, but more and more people got sick, and the symptoms became more and more serious. The doctor said, this is not Usual illness."

Gan Ting lowered his head and thought for a moment, then asked, "Did someone die?"

"Not yet, but... it's coming soon." Qian Jian was silent for a while, and said, "The most serious thing is the prefect Qin Wu. He passed out after trying the needle, and he hasn't woken up yet. I can't get any more medicine, and the doctor said that if I don't wake up, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive."

Fang Cun put away his sword, "It was fine yesterday, how could it be so serious, the disease came from the mouth, did you eat something?"

Qian Jian said: "I went to check all the grains sold in the market, as well as a few wells, and found nothing unusual."

Fang Cun looked at the patients all over the street in disbelief, "There is no problem with food and drink, how could it be so serious."

"The strangest thing is that only people in their twenties suffer from this symptom. There are men, women, rich and poor, and no one who is over [-] is spared." Qian Jian added, "Now there are Half of the doctors also suffer from this symptom, and the other half are helpless because they can't find the source of the disease."

Gan Ting turned around and couldn't bear to look at the purgatory-like long street, "Go back to the prefect's mansion first."

Qian Jian nodded slightly, "Yes."

Prefect's House.

The silence was terrifying, and the ground was full of servants who were foaming at the mouth, like a corpse hiding place, and the air was filled with the smell of death.

Fang Cun walked all the way with trembling hands, and finally couldn't help asking: "By the way, didn't you say that only people over the age of [-] can get this kind of disease? The little boy just now looks like he is only about ten years old." ..."

"It's like this outside the prefect's mansion, but inside the prefect's mansion..." Qian Jian slowly closed his eyes, "No one is spared."

Fang Cun was a little scared, so he turned around and moved closer to Gan Ting, "Could it be Xu Zinian playing tricks again?"

Gan Ting thought for a while, "He doesn't have much enmity with the prefect's mansion, so it shouldn't be him."

"Enmity? That's right." Fang Cun suddenly said, "Who can have such a big enmity with Xianyang City and the Prefect's Mansion?"

"Cough cough...!"

As soon as he stepped into the prefect's room, there was a hissing cough, as if he would be out of breath in the next second.

Fang Cun hurriedly rushed to Qian Jian, rushed to the bed first, held Qin Gaoyang's hand lying on it, "Gao Yang."

Qin Gaoyang opened his eyes slightly, his lips were already chapped, pale and weak, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he said weakly, "Brother Fang Cun...I feel so uncomfortable...Am I going to die... .”

Fang Cun wiped his sweat for him, "You won't die, don't worry."

Qin Gaoyang endured the pain and held Fang Cun's hand tightly, "Really?...."

Fang Cun nodded and solemnly promised, "Really, you should sleep well."

"it is good...."

After saying the last word, Qin Gaoyang couldn't hold on any longer and became dizzy.

"Gao Yang?" Fang Cun was stunned for a moment, and lightly tested his breath.

Fortunately, with some weak breathing, seeing the young master Qin who played carelessly with him every day became like this, Fang Cun felt very uncomfortable, stood up abruptly, and made up his mind: "Ah Ting, we can be saved." people."

Gan Ting seemed to be expecting it, and had already thought of a countermeasure, "Before saving people, we must first find out where the source of this disease is."

Fang Cun replied without thinking, "It must be in the kitchen."

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感谢在2021-08-0817:55:16~2021-08-0920:54:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Xiaolu likes to learn one;

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