The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

Smelling the aroma, Sheng Chu's heart was about to flow down, and without waiting for Qiongqi to bring it over, he strode over and brought the tray over, sat down on the chair next to Bei Yehan and started eating.

"Well, it's delicious, how about Caicai?"

Suddenly, she thought of Cai Cai, who was boringly arguing out of the holy jade bracelet, but she was nowhere to be seen at the moment.

"The subordinate arranged a room for her, and she is eating too." Qiuqi replied.

"That's good." Sheng Chuxin nodded and continued eating.

Ming Bufan looked at Sheng Chuxin's casual eating appearance speechlessly, and then looked at Bei Yehan's calm gaze.

Secretly thought, sure enough, people are different.

If he ate so much in front of Bei Yehan, he would definitely only get punched out by him, how could he be so leisurely.

"What it is?"

Suddenly, he noticed the strangely shaped balls on the table where Sheng Chuxin was just now.

Curiosity drove him to stand up and walk over there, wanting to find out.

"What? It's red, green, and pretty."

He picked up a ball and put it in front of him to have a look.

Could it be that he has stayed in Qinglong Academy for too long, and now the girls in Xuanji Continent love to play with this kind of weird thing?

"Is it for smashing?"

As he spoke, he threw the ball in his hand to the ground to see if it would bounce.

"Ah, don't..." Move.

Sheng Chuxin hadn't spoken the verb before, only a loud noise was heard.

There was a 'boom-'.

There was no Ming Bufan's handsome and unrestrained figure in front of him, only a beggar with a dark face and bristling hair, and the remaining clothes fluttered with the remaining thunder-type spiritual power.

"Pfft." Sheng Chuxin really wanted to sympathize with Fate, but he still couldn't help laughing.

She thought that Ming Bufan just took a look at her formation ball, and would not throw it hard on the ground.

It really can't blame her, and it can't blame her.

Qiong Qi also smiled unceremoniously, and was caught by Ming Bufan's strange appearance, "Master Bufan, are you okay?"

Although he asked like this on his mouth, he couldn't help but slander in his heart: I let you mess with Miss's things, so let's play it big now.

"Cough, cough." Ming Bufan coughed twice, and a wisp of white smoke came out of his mouth.

This is absolutely, absolutely the most irrational thing he has ever done, absolutely, absolutely!

A pair of accusing eyes looked at Bei Yehan, and he didn't even remind him that these balls are such dangerous things. This friend really made a mistake.

"Ah Shang, I want to break up with you!" He gritted his teeth and said.

"Whatever." Beiye coldly tossed two words to him.

"You—" Ming Bufan was so angry.

But there was no other way, because Bei Yehan was always cold-tempered.

With a flick of his hand, he put a black cloak on his body, and cleaned his face with water-based spiritual power. He could only sit opposite Bei Yehan again.

"I really don't understand you, what are you doing."

The lightning-type spiritual power he encountered just now, if not for his strong cultivation, he would not have suffered much internal injury.

"Qianqi, where are you going?"

Suddenly, Sheng Chuxin looked at Qiongqi and asked.

Just now I heard Ming Bufan and Bei Yehan talking about asking Qiongqi to go somewhere, but she didn't hear where.

"Subordinate? Palace Master..." Qiongqi was confused by her question.