The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Yu Wan and his party quickly returned to the mansion after getting into the carriage.

But Nan Gongli and the national teacher who were far away in the National Teacher's Hall did not know that something unexpected happened in the forest.

It was the turn of the national teacher to settle the case, but the national teacher was a little absent-minded.

Nangongli understood what he was worried about, but still smiled lightly and said: What is the national teacher thinking?

It's nothing. The national teacher came back to his senses and gave up.

Nangong Li pointed to the seat on the side: If the national teacher played here just now, I would have lost this game, but if it was an inch off, it would be the national teacher's turn to lose. Does the national teacher want me too much, or You don't want to play chess with me at all?

The king of the county is overthinking. The national teacher said.

However, the little county king did not take the road that could immediately block the national teacher, he also landed in an irrelevant place, and then he said: The national teacher is thinking about those little thieves who escaped?

The national teacher did not deny it: I can't figure out who they are? What are they doing in the National Teacher Hall?

Nan Gongli snorted coldly and said, I'm either here to inquire about news or to steal something. Is there anything missing from the National Teacher Palace?

The national teacher shook his head: It's not clear yet.

The National Teacher Hall is so big, and it’s not like a living person is missing. How can it be so easy to find out what is missing?

Nangong Liyun said calmly: Don't worry, it will be clear when those little thieves are caught.

As soon as the words fell, a disciple of the National Teacher Hall came over in a hurry: National Teacher!

Seeing his panic-stricken appearance, the national teacher couldn't help but frowned: What happened?

The disciple opened his mouth, looked at the national teacher, and then at Nan Gongli, for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

Nangong Li said calmly: If you have something to say, did someone catch it, or let them run away?

Although he asked like this, he didn't feel that there would be a second possibility in his heart.

The disciple bit the bullet and said, Run... run away...

Run away? Nangong Li was taken aback.

Did you not chase? the national teacher asked.

I chased after him! But... The disciple gave Nangong Li a fearful look.

Nan Gongli said: Don't hide it, just speak up when you have something to say.

...Yes! The disciple lowered his head and said, The soldiers we sent... all... all died...

He died extremely miserable, without even a whole body. He went to see Lin Zi, and he could no longer describe it as horrible. Many disciples vomited in fright. His legs were shaking.

They're all dead? No one left? The national teacher's face became a little ugly. The dead soldiers sent out were all the elite of the National Teacher Hall, and seven or eight of them were top golden-faced dead soldiers. How could they all perish? up?

Who killed it? Nangongli asked.

It's just...the one you brought...the lord... the disciple said with fear.

The national teacher looked at Nangongli coldly, and Nangongli threw the chess piece in his hand into the chess box, and stood up calmly: Lead the way.

The disciple said: Yes!

Under the leadership of this disciple, Nan Gongli and the national teacher arrived at the scene on horseback. The strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of soil and vegetation was blown into the noses of several people by the night wind that swept across the water.

Everyone felt their chests tumbling, and some innocent disciples fainted on the spot.

The national teacher looked at the flesh and blood in the grass with piercing eyes, and clenched his big palms bit by bit.

He took a deep breath: The king of the county...

Nan Gongli raised her hand: This king understands that today's loss will be borne by this king, and I will make up for you as many dead people die.

After saying that, Nan Gongli stopped talking to the national teacher, and walked towards the small river.

Shura just sat there, staring blankly at the sparkling lake with blood red eyes.

What's the matter with you? Nangong Li walked over, as if asking about his body, or asking what happened.

However, Shura didn't speak, and still only stared at the lake.

This is not the first time something has happened. Shura has been imprisoned for too long, and it has been uncomfortable for too long. When he first came out, he killed a few people who shouldn't be killed. After calming down this Shura well, there was nothing wrong with him.

I don't know what happened tonight, let him wipe out dozens of dead men with one move.

Not to mention the national teacher's heartache, he also has heartache.

But Shura's value was far higher than this group of dead men, so even though Nangongli was dying of heartache, she never thought about disposing of Shura.

Of course Nangong Li didn't know the real reason for Shura's anger, and thought that Shura couldn't control the manic energy in his body, he stretched out his hand, patted Shura's shoulder lightly, and coaxed softly: Forget it, we'll talk about this later. , I'll take you back first.

Shura stood up.

Nan Gongli walked in the same direction as he came and went.

After walking a few steps, Shura turned his head and looked at the dark forest.

What are you looking at? Nangong Li asked strangely.

Shura ignored him, and walked slowly to the front.

Shura's mood... a little down? Nangongli was taken aback by this sudden feeling, Shura was just a tool to kill people, he didn't have emotions, only mania and non-mania, so it must be just his own delusion to depress such overly humane emotions.

Nangongli brought Shura back to the Nujun Mansion, and lived in the yard he had specially cleaned up. Originally, he didn't plan to take Shura with him tonight. It was only after he left the mansion that he remembered that the captured thief had accomplices, and his Nine times out of ten, the same party would come to rob the prison, so he took Shura out.

Unexpectedly, the result would be like this-the little thief didn't catch him, but instead crushed most of the dead soldiers in the National Teacher Hall.

Nangong Li's chest was blocked.

Nangongli felt that it was necessary for him to talk to Shura. When he was released from the forbidden area of ​​the ghost clan, he had made an agreement with him for three chapters. Take him back.

Shura returned to his room.

Nangong Li calmed down her emotions, went back to the yard, took the pill and went to Shura.

Shura is a Shura who loves cleanliness. His house is always as tidy as if no one has ever lived in it, and there is no mess on the bed. When he kills people, he likes to crush people and splatter blood and flesh everywhere. worlds apart.

After returning to the house, he took a shower, changed his clothes, and was sitting blankly on the chair in front of the window.

He was also in a daze before, but tonight seemed to be a little different. As for what was different, Nan Gongli couldn't answer.

Nangongli gathered herself together, shook her head and laughed at herself, it was just a tool to kill people, why did she always treat him as a person tonight?

Sura. Nan Gongli walked over and sat down next to Shura. He could feel the mania in Shura's body, but this mania was restrained when facing him, so he was safe and sound. .

He handed over the small medicine bottle in his hand: Here you are.

The medicine bottle contained a pill that could relieve Shura's pain. After taking it, the manic energy in Shura's body could be appeased to a certain extent. In the past, Shura was most eager to take it, but tonight there was not much reaction.

Sura. Nangong Li called out.

Only then did Shura turn his head unhurriedly, glanced at the medicine bottle on the table, stretched out a hand as pale as a skeleton, uncorked the bottle, and poured the vermilion pill into his hand.

Only three capsules a day.

Haven't eaten today, all three pills are there.

Nangong Liman thought that he would eat them happily, but Shura just ate one slowly, stuck out his tongue like chewing wax, and then threw away the other two in disgust.

Nangong Li was startled: Why don't you eat it? Is the taste wrong?

Shura was very annoyed, hugged the pillow and went to sleep on the bed.

Nangongli picked up the pill that Shura had thrown away, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, and muttered with a puzzled look on her face, It's the Qingxin Pill made by Snow Lotus...why did you suddenly refuse to take it? Isn't it uncomfortable? Still tired of eating?

Nangongli wanted to talk to Shura again, but Shura put down the curtain, which meant to tell Nangongli that you can get out.

Nangongli shook her head, took the pills and left helplessly.

...

But after Yu Wan and her party rushed back to the mansion at the speed of reincarnation, everyone was exhausted and paralyzed.

Didn't you catch up? Qingyan looked back at the dark alley and asked with lingering fear.

Jiang Hai wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, There shouldn't be, no... I didn't find anyone following me!

Qing Yan patted his chest, and let out a long sigh of relief: It's fine if you don't have it! It's fine if you don't have it... That guy is terrible, I really hope that I will never run into him again in this life!

The night was silent.

Shura in the darkness suddenly opened his eyes.

He took out a small feeding bottle made of sheepskin sac from under the quilt, and started playing with it fondly.