Wang Mang recalled Liu Fan''s lax eyes, which were not like the eyes of a living man. He seemed to understand a lot,


    "who is the Penglai immortal? What is the truth of what Liu Fan said before? "


    In the face of more and more questions, Wang Mang''s inexplicable palpitation and fear became more and more powerful,


    he felt as if he had touched the little-known side of the world;


    Wang Mang sighed and put away all his doubts,


    his current strength is too low, and he is still at the top of the human race, but if he is different from those monsters Compared with other people, he is far worse,


    now he can''t touch the secrets of that level. Maybe when he arrives at the Tibetan dragon tablet, he can learn some truth,


    Wang Mang takes out a sharp knife, which has some toothache and egg pain. This bastard Liu fan has a good skill. When he dies, he makes trouble for himself,


    the sharp knife in his hand gently stabs into the arm A rotten wound, a ring around it, and the rotten skin of the fist on the skin was cut out.


    Wang Mang picked up a bottle of emerald green essence, poured some wounds on the wound, and took out a circle of gauze and tied the bleeding wound. The


    ''s palm rot was naturally the same. When the knife was cut out, it immediately stopped bleeding, bandaged it up, and


    handled the skin well. After the injury, Wang Mang''s eyebrows, which had been tightly knit, were still not loose.


    ''s wounds healed well. It healed within a few days. But it was a bit of trouble for the internal injury of the energy. Wang Mang swallowed the remaining essence of life in the bottle.


    ''s damaged internal organs had to be resumed. There was no way out. It was only a great trouble.


    Wang Mang thought about it. It was decided that long pain was better than short pain.


    he stood up and punched his belly fiercely,


    he vomited out a muddy black. But this time, Wang Mang''s pale yellow face was much more beautiful and ruddy with this black vomit.


    Wang Mang himself gave his belly a hard blow, and his internal organs were shaken out of the rotten However, the cost is not small. The visceral injury needs to be recuperated for a period of time.


    Wang Mang vomited black blood, which is much more comfortable. Yu Guang saw the three women standing at the door with fear, shock and joy on their faces and mixed expressions,


    said to them with a smile: "come in"


    Zhang Lan pushed away with a smile After entering the room, the two timid little girls at the back of the door could not help but feel nauseous when they saw the mummy and the destruction caused by Liu Fan''s suicide.


    "vomit..." one of them with poor psychological quality bent down and vomited directly to clean up the place and clean up the body.


    after Wang Mang ordered them, he sat in the chair While thinking, a pair of white hands slowly fell on his shoulder and gently massaged him.


    Wang Mang raised his head and nodded to Zhang Lan''s blushing face with a smile Zhang Lan''s mind, with Wang Mang''s slightly alienated attitude, seemed a little flustered and shy, but the hands that gave Wang Mang a massage did not stop,


    for her, if there was a man who was willing to take care of herself in the end, how nice it would be,


    just like the man in front of her, strong and handsome, thinking about Zhang Lan''s Scarlet face It''s boiling hot,


    it''s boiling hot