Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Feng Jiu Lian didn't even look at it. He said: "These people are not good at watching. It is natural to kill things." Sometimes when you do things, you have to be good, some people stay, others can't stay.

Master Lu heard a glimmer of light in his eyes. I didn’t expect the boy to say that he had killed it. After all, he should have never touched this kind of thing. He stayed in the mountains for a long time. Pure good...

Thinking of this honest and pure, he lightly pressed his hand at the corner of his mouth and coughed.

He also has a look at the eyes! What kind of honest and honest this boy is! Can a person who is pure and pure can silently put down more than a dozen powerful scattered repairs? Can a person with a good reputation be able to say something like killing something?

The more the teenager gets along, the more it feels a mystery. I thought that I could see through him, that is, a teenager who was not deeply involved in the world. Who knows that his knowledge has been refreshed again and again, and it has brought them shock.

After the whole mood, he gestured to the people around him: "Handle people clean."

"Yes!" Those men are also used to doing this. It should be very simple. In addition to the two people guarding the landlord, their men have found the dagger and wiped directly on the neck of those who are comatose. A knife.

This kind of fluttering daggers erased the feeling of a Yuanying monk and Feixian strongman, and made those men’s hearts somewhat strange. In order to pay for such strength, they have not tried a knife. People solve it.

The gray-clothed old man was a medical practitioner. Although he did not go forward to help, he also took a few steps to look at. Rao is a young man, and he is also doing things that are not born. At this time, by the fire, Feng Qiu has found a sharp dagger, and the hair on the tiger's belly is scraped off first. I don't know what kind of medicine was rubbed on it, only smelling a strange smell of medicine scattered in the air.

Seeing the teenager's expression, they didn't dare to bother, just watching it quietly. However, when he saw that he used a knife to draw a stroke under the tiger's stomach, the sharp dagger directly drew a saliva, and the blood poured out. When the mother tiger screamed, I saw the young man reaching out to the mouth and gently groping inside.

Not long after, a white tiger cub with wet blood and blood was carried out in the hands of the teenager. When I saw the white tiger cub that was huddled, the people watching it were a little shocked.

This, this is coming out?

The mother tiger has no strength to scream, the whole body is soft, as if the vitality has reached the end, it tries to open its eyes and look at its children, want to take a look at it, remember the smell of its body.

However, the passing of vitality, coupled with the gushing of blood when it was cut open, it only stunned before the black, and fell into the boundless darkness...

Feng Jiu put the white tiger cub on a prepared piece of clothing and quickly stitched the wound on the abdomen of the mother tiger with a needle.

This scene makes the gray-haired old man on the side look intent. When he saw the young boy sewing the wound, and the blood did not flow out again, he wanted to ask, but he was afraid of disturbing him, but he suppressed the impulse of the inquiry.

Until, when the teenager used the clothes to wipe the body of the little white tiger, he couldn't help but ask: "Feng Xiao brother, this, how can you sew up the wound? Can this tiger be alive?"