The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Luo Beiyu and his guards, although badly beaten, were only traumatized.

When you get to Mu Yan, heal whatever you want.

Drink a bowl of medicine and Luo Beiyu frowned.

Just put the medicine bowl down and you'll see a platoon of strong men from Ink Camp standing in front of his bed.

A fierce evil god, as if he had no choice but to peel him apart.

“You... what are you doing!” Lo Beiyu's voice trembled unconsciously.

I was just scared.

He was wondering, listening to the man who had just punched him in the first place, shouting out loud and coarse: "Tell me, how are you going to punish us? ”

“Ah?”

“Ah, what? If you don't punish us, the little master will peel us off. ”

Seeing Luo Beiyu's face, Guan Tiger was still angry.

He measured him from beginning to end, from left to right, and the more he looked at him, the less comfortable he felt.

Just like a weak chicken, he can think of a lady's apprentice before he has a ghost.

You can't blame them for getting beat up, okay?

“Are you really Miss's apprentice?” The discontent in the tone is almost full.

As soon as Luo Beiyu heard this, he blew his hair, “Of course I am Master's apprentice!! ”

The group could question his prince's identity, but not his relationship with his master and little brother.

Guan Tiger whispered: “Just like you weak chicken, what kind of apprentice is it? What's the point of being the younger master's brother? ”

Who knows, Luo Beiyu was scolded by others for weak chickens without any shame.

Instead, he was honest and strong. “I didn't learn martial arts from Master. I'm weak. What does it have to do with whether or not Master's disciples? ”

“Not martial arts? What is that, medicine? ”

Luo Beiyu's face was unpredictable and shook his head.

“Nor is it medicine? Is it refinery? ”

Keep shaking your head.

Now, the Mo camp people are really curious.

“What exactly did you learn from the lady? ”

Luo Beiyu revealed a mysterious smile and was then asked to remove the package beside him and remove a stamped scroll from it.

When the scroll opened slowly, the rough guys at Camp Mo saw the vivid painting above, and everyone petrified.

“This is... what is this?!” Guan Tiger shouted like a eunuch with his loud, ducky voice.

The rest of the Mo camp are also staring and stunned.

Actually, the scene is unacceptable.

The painting shows a 7-foot man like them, but wearing a light veil and a drunken demon posture.

The image is still beautiful, the face of the 7-foot man is blurred, but the posture is the perfect combination of beauty and power.

The whole picture was as if it were about to jump out of the paper.

God is fucking alive!!

Guan Tiger glanced at Luo Beiyu, “You... you said you learned from Miss...”

“That's it!” Luo Beiyu looked admired and awed, “Master's painting skills were much better than mine. He gave me several beautiful drawings of close bodyguard paintings, each of which seemed to have a soul. Although I've been practicing for some time, I still can't learn to do 10% of my master's work. ”

Suddenly, his voice pounded.

They looked up and down at Guan Tiger, and the light in their eyes grew brighter.

Guan Tiger and others are a numb scalp and can't help but pull their legs and run.