At that moment, Uncle Tian suddenly frowned: "The ghost man is here!"

Du An then took back his palm.

"Jia Cong, what if he tries it himself?"

There are only eight kinds.

At this time, Tian Bodao was filled with yearning for the world.

"What a shame! Turn your back!" Tian Bo said.

Then he stopped and came up.

It even includes various seasonings and spices.

"Where did my kung fu come from?"

Suddenly he smiled and said: "Uncle Eighth, let me take you to explore the world in the future!"

"Then...then...how is that possible?"

"Take it outside the west wing and take a quick look."

I believe no one’s eight senses are several points weaker than mine.

Jia Cong pointed to the small case in front of him and asked us to put it down.

"When they kill this bitch, you must remember to inform me!"

Then he asked: "Grandpa Tian, ​​can you take a pulse for him?"

"That's a set of Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles. It's like a hand crossbow. It's put under the arm."

Zhongqin knew this person's character and was angry.

More and more curious.

Tian Bo and Tian Bodao quickly handed down the things.

Zhongqin is happy.

After dinner for a while.

"You can't take a pulse, but don't be afraid."

"The method of using medicine is like that of Taiyuan Hospital."

Two long-term attendants quickly followed.

"What kind of world are you trying to get into?!"

Before giving a set of clothes to Uncle Tian, ​​he gave me a large flat box.

"Nothing is possible."

It appears that both legs are disabled and he is walking with prosthetic limbs.

"Cut them off eight inches below the knees!"

This kind of silk making is easy for others, but it is not very difficult for me.

The structure of Qilai's prosthetic limb is very exquisite, and it can really be praised as a miraculous workmanship.

"The handsome guy will be here soon."

In addition to wine and tea, there are also all kinds of rice, flour, grains and oils outside Tian Bojiang.

"Smelly bastard, when did his brain go on a business trip?"

"Keep the ice sword, I will keep this bitch's robe."

There was not even a disciple around him, only two young men accompanying him.

Uncle Tian can laugh and cry.

Zhongqin’s figure flashed!

Then he asked: "Tu Lao, Ling Qianjin is now young and low, what should she change into?"

"Mr. Tian is really..."

My tone was full of resentment, and my hatred surged into the sky.

"I suspect that he has no sense of human beings!"

"I just copied that."

"Low level of cultivation has nothing to do with age?"

"How dare you peek?!"

"He is so much older than Uncle Eighth, could he have beaten Uncle Eighth?"

"Ghost man!"

Tian Bodao was definitely surprised again.

I paused.

"It's not that anymore."

Du An has been watching Du An secretly.

The sky is white and clear.

Emperor Yongtai will celebrate his birthday in the 40th year of next year.

I turned to Zhongqin and said seriously:

He said calmly: "He wants to see how my prosthetic limb is constructed, right?"

While talking, Jia Cong came back.

No wonder Jia Cong has legs from the knees down and can walk slowly.

He is obviously older than Emperor Yongtai.

It looks like a big teacup.

"It's completely blank!"

I even laughed to tears.

Putting the ice sword back, it turned out to be a perfect fit, as if it were made in heaven!

The other two are made in the same way.

I took the entire robe apart and of course I could distinguish the materials.

Tian Bodao thought for a long time.

Jia Congzhang couldn't stop laughing and said: "That's really his biological daughter-in-law!"

For a moment, the room fell silent.

"Not yet."

"No one holds the scabbard alone for me to repair it."

Tian Bodao happily took the scabbard and felt his tentacles were slightly warm.

"What's the use of stringing together sounds in front of me?"

"I remember this bitch's breath!"

Du An smiled and said: "Speaking of which, I should thank Brother Cong."

He smiled bitterly and said: "If you don't have a kind of wine, what else can you do..."

The person who has been accompanying you for many years is holding a tray in his hand.

I have been accompanying them for many years and recorded them all.

As he spoke, he took out a prosthetic leg from the room full of materials and handed it to Uncle Tian.

"Get out of here, my king!"

In an instant, a powerful force of true energy poured into my heart.

Uncle Tian smiled: "If you are curious about anything, just ask."

Uncle Tian only felt his scalp numb.

"If you lose your mind a little bit, you will get cold."

He quickly asked in a loud voice: "Uncle Eighth, what happened to Grandpa Tian's leg?"

I saw eight teacups and thought it was too complicated.

There are eight tea cups placed under the tray.

The wine in the tea cup is blended.

"But the effect of isolating the breath is far inferior to that of the weak one."
To be continued...