The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

As soon as this idea came up, Chu Yin's eyes darkened and he quickly suppressed it.

There is no such thing as a coincidence, and all coincidences are carefully designed to be displayed.

Mu Changying carefully auscultated, felt for his pulse for a while, and then removed his little hand from his pulse point.

His pulse was clearly strong, but also vaguely weak, as if his vitality was being eaten away bit by bit.

It's strange, he is obviously from Tianyin Sect, but this situation is different from that of someone who has been poisoned.

"Brother Chu, you can't find anything by just checking your pulse. I need to prick your thigh with a silver needle. But my medicine kit is at home."

When Chu Yin heard this, his eyes flickered and his fingers rubbed harder.

After a long silence, the smile on his lips was a little bitter, and his voice was slightly dry and hoarse.

"I wonder if I am lucky enough to have Chang Ying as my attending doctor to treat me?"

Mu Changying grinned brightly, revealing two rows of white jade teeth, "Brother Chu, there is no need to be so polite. Doctors are kind-hearted, so I will naturally be responsible for your illness to the end."

Doctors are good, poisoners are evil, and unfortunately she is both.

So... in the end, whether it's medicine or poison, it all depends on what role he plays in Tianyinmen.

Most importantly, he is the only clue at the moment. Only through him can we find out more information about this organization.

Chu Yin looked into her clear watery eyes for a few seconds, closed his eyes and smiled softly, "If Changying can heal my legs, I will definitely pay you a satisfactory reward."

He finally knew where the weirdness was.

Because the kindness shown by this little girl is the same as the gentleness shown by him.

They...are born into a category of people who are good at disguise, and can even be classified into the same category.

"Brother Chu is really sincere~" Mu Changying held her chin with one hand and glanced out of the corner of her eye. At this time, the car was no longer making strange detours, but was taking a shortcut towards Rong Mansion. The momentum goes.

"Chi——"

Ten minutes later, the tires rubbed against the ground, and with a sound that pierced the eardrums, the black car stopped at the door of Rong Mansion.

"I'm looking forward to it. I hope Brother Chu's reward won't disappoint me." Mu Changying smiled broadly and narrowed her eyes into thin slits.

"Haha...Buying and selling have always been of equal value." Chu Yin chuckled, and the coldness in his eyes melted away a little.

Looking forward to seeing the reward, this is to say that she is 100% sure that she can cure his leg.

If these legs could stand up again, he would be happy to cooperate with this little fox.

As for the life and death of Tianyin Sect? He is just the leader of a branch hall, and those things are not within the scope of his consideration.

The Mingdu City branch was under attack, so instead of arresting Mu Changying and Rong Liyuan and going back to make up for their mistakes, it would be better to reach a cooperation with her, which would be a sure profit.

"Brother Chu, don't smile like that at me in the future. It's so fake."

Such a fake smile would make her want to tear his face off.

Mu Changying opened the car door, and when she got out of the car, she turned around and gave him a bright smile, with a hint of evil in her eyes.

"Yingbao."

As soon as I got off the car, a deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Her back stiffened for a few seconds, then she smiled sweetly and raised her head to look at the source of the sound, "A Yuan."

The sky was dim, and the man was standing at the door wearing a home clothes that smelled of fireworks and a pair of black slippers.

It was obviously simple home clothes, but it didn't make him feel that he was easy to contact.

On the contrary, the hostility in him was surging like a tide, dark and extremely depressing.

"Chu Yin, get out of the car."

Rong Liyuan stood there, his eyes falling on the black car, as cold as ice.