Jiang Nan slightly tilted his eyes, turned his head to Lao Yelei, raised one corner of his mouth, protracted the last word, and lazily said three words: "Guess for yourself."

Guess for yourself?

Lao Yelei thinks that his logical reasoning ability is pretty good.

Jiang Nan couldn't get along with the little princess of Yuejianzhou royal family, let alone give her a name.

But Jiang Nan never lies.

This logic doesn't work.

Could it be said?

Lao Yelei touched his beard, stared at Jiang Nan with a strange expression, and said casually: "You don't want to say that Nan Xinjiang is actually you, do you?"

Lao Yelei just guessed and said it casually.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nan gave him a sincere thumbs up, "That's right."

Lao Yelei: "..."

The old man's eyes widened, his fingers subconsciously tightened on the edge of the desk, his throat was dry, "You girl, how come you have so many things? I don't know what else."

Jiang murmured "Ah" and smiled, inadvertently showing a bit of laziness, "There are quite a few, which one do you mean?"

Lao Yelei felt deeply that his heart had been damaged by Jiang Nan, and felt that it was still necessary to get vaccinated in advance.

After thinking for a while, he pulled out a piece of white paper and slapped it on the table, "You write! Write down the things you know and those scary identities. I'm old, and it's not good for me to be shocked every day.

Just be scared all at once."

Jiang Nan picked up the pen, slowly turned the pen, looked down at the A4 paper, pinched his wrist, "This paper is not enough."

Lao Yelei: "???"

Me.

"Isn't a piece of paper that big enough for you to write on?"

Lao Yelei felt that his heart was beating more and more joyfully. He clapped his hands twice, stood up, and brought a thick stack of white paper over. He felt a little crazy.

"You write, you write. If you don't write enough, I'll just ask my assistant to come over with a sack of paper."

Jiang Nan: "..."

Not to the point of not to the point of not.

She just told the truth, why did she feel that Lao Yelei was suddenly so angry?

"Well, let me write a few articles about medicine." Jiang Nan said calmly, "It should be enough for you to digest."

Lao Yelei's eyes flashed, he crossed his arms across his chest, raised his chin, and turned away.

In a rather arrogant tone, he said, "Let me tell you first, I'm just a member of the medical field. Don't just write about me as a chief physician, otherwise my old man will be angry."

Lao Yelei is still talking.

Jiang Nan has quickly written down a few lines.

The flowing clouds and flowing water, the writing strokes are like clouds and smoke.

Lao Yelei heard the sound of paper rubbing, tilted his head, casually glanced at the content written on the paper, and then he was stunned.

grass!

One identity is more rampant than the other.

Especially the last one.

Before Jiang Nan finished writing, Lao Yelei had already shouted.

The old man pinched his fingers, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Jiang Nan in horror, "Poison Master? Are you still from ANBU?"

ANBU, the Poison Masters Guild, is the gathering place for top poison masters in the world.

Most of the poison masters on the poison master list are basically from ANBU.

Except for Chuanwu, who is No. 1 on the list of poison masters who has always been elusive.

Everyone in the medical field has heard a saying: If you want to die, commit suicide; if you want to live a life worse than death, offend ANBU.

As for Chuanwu, it is even more mysterious than ANBU.

Because it is said that everyone who has seen Chuanwu has died.

Jiang Nan turned his hand and poked the pen cap on the table, "No."

Lao Yelei breathed a sigh of relief obviously.

It’s okay if it’s not.

It seems that Jiang Nan just hangs around in the poison circle and has not yet made a name for himself.

After all, even the ANBU didn't go in.

However, before he could finish breathing, Jiang Nan calmly changed his sitting posture, curled up the corners of his mouth, and continued to write the entire article.
Chapter completed!