God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

As the saying goes, **** is still old and spicy.

An Haocheng's expression was obviously much calmer than that of the brothers An Jinghao and An Jingshen.

He looked at the corpses in this place in the yard, and did not unify An Jingshen’s proposal to escape, but said: "Since this has been done, if it is discovered, it will be impossible to escape. It is better to remove these corpses first. It's processed, let's see the situation before making a decision."

An Haocheng spoke so, An Jinghao and An Jingshen had to obey.

After a fierce battle, the expressions of the three of them were not very good.

The people hiding in the backyard watched the fighting stopped in the front yard. The lady sent a few guards to investigate. After discovering that An Haocheng and the others had wiped out the men in black, everyone got out of the backyard. Came out.

Especially the big lady Yang, who was hiding behind. When she was hiding, she ran faster than anyone else. Now that she knew that there was no danger outside, she swayed her fat figure and squeezed everyone away. One came out.

"Master, sir, are you okay?" Yang rushed to An Haocheng's side and asked him warmly.

An Haocheng was fine originally, but when she was pressed by her plump body, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

"Go, get me Qiyu."

This is the last word An Haocheng said before fainting.

After another turmoil, the people in Anfu quickly concealed the body, and at the same time carried An Haocheng to the inner courtyard room.

When Qi Yu was invited over, the courtyard was still filled with a faint smell of blood.

This **** smell should have been deliberately washed away by An Jinghao and others with something. The smell is so weak that ordinary people can't detect it.

However, Qi Yu and Ningmeng had five keen senses. Once they entered Anfu, Qi Yu's expression did not change. It was because of his good acting skills, but when he stayed in his pocket, Ningmeng was almost vomiting because of the **** smell.

For the pill that Qiyu gave An Haocheng before, An Haocheng divided a part of it to the wife and young master in the mansion. The lady and An Linglong who were present had all personally experienced the charm of Qiyu's pill.

When Qi Yu came, everyone treated him respectfully.

Even An Jinghao, who mistook Qi Yu for An Rui at first glance, respected him a lot when he saw Qi Yu again this time.

Qi Yu walked to the bed and glanced at An Haocheng who was lying on the bed and seemed to be asleep, but in fact, his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

The eldest lady Yang next to him couldn't wait to speak to Qi Yu: "Master Qi, my master has just been practicing martial arts, and it has become like this after practicing martial arts. Is there a serious problem with his body?"

"Practicing martial arts?" Qi Yu glanced at her, and then focused on An Jinghao and An Jingshen behind her: "You three practiced together?"

Yang's lie was exposed face to face.

An Jinghao and An Jingshen looked at each other, both of them looked a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Qi Yu didn't care. He directly took out a bottle of pill from his sleeve, threw it to Yang, and said faintly: "Give it to him."

Then, Qi Yu took out two more bottles of elixirs and threw them to An Jinghao and An Jingshen respectively.

"Thank you Master Qi Yu." An Jinghao and An Jingshen caught the small medicine bottle and thanked Qi Yu in unison.

Ningmeng didn't know when, she poked her head out of Qi Yu's pocket again. She watched the dramatic scene as if she were watching a good show, and the little tail that stretched out her hand tossed happily.

I'm so happy holding a poison, **** it!