As more and more people looked at Han Fei, Han Fei felt that her back was burning, and these people's eyes seemed to be looking at prey.

In fact, in their eyes, Han Fei is no different from a sweet pastry. Everyone wants to **** such a master to his side, so that he still feels safe.

Han Fei just stood still, Xiao Shaotian hurried over and said with a smile: "Brother Han, you are here!"

Han Fei nodded and said: "Why is it so lively?"

Ling Shaotian's expression inevitably brought some complacency, and said: "These people have heard about your victory and came to celebrate."

Han Fei understood in her heart that this Ling Shaotian wanted to use her to build momentum, but it happened that she needed to expand her authority a bit. The more Ling Shaotian found her useful, the more she trusted.

"Palace Master Young is absurdly praised, Han Fei's strength is far from enough."

Seeing Han Fei's humble appearance, the people around who have witnessed the whole process are about to die. Your strength is far from enough. What do you let us do!

But the more humble Han Fei is, the more she likes it, and said, "Brother Han, I will show you some people."

Ling Shaotian seemed to treat Han Fei as a show off, and took a walk around. Han Fei saw that the time was almost there, and found an excuse to get out, and moved carefully all the way to the direction in the memory. Moving forward, fortunately, because of this dinner, almost all the people in the Ling Hades were concentrated in the front hall, and there were not a few people behind them watching.

Han Fei came to the yard without much effort, and the guards were as pitiful as she had imagined. Han Fei seized the right time, passed the guards, and entered the yard directly. There was a sudden violent cough in the yard.

Still that person.

Han Fei squinted his eyes and flew in directly from the opened window. His movements were very light and beautiful.

When I entered the room, my first feeling was dullness. There was no candlelight in the whole room, only a slight moonlight shining in through the windows. I could barely see that the decoration of the room was simple and terrible.

Except for a table and chairs, there is nothing else.

Han Fei straightened up and looked around. It didn't take long before he heard a voice coming from outside.

"Dare to ask who you are? Cough cough cough..."

Han Fei was a little surprised, and she admired the sensitive officer of this person in her heart. She didn't hide, just walked over and saw a figure sitting on a chair by the window. In the dark, those eyes were exceptionally bright.

Han Fei's eyes were even more surprised. This person... seemed too small.

The figure sitting in the chair was very thin and didn't look like an adult's skeleton at all. Until the moonlight outside the window shined more in, Han Fei saw the person's face clearly and blurted out: "Little kid?!"

"Your Excellency is so rude!"

I saw that the person sitting on the chair was about fourteen and fifteen years old. He was still a half-year-old boy. There was still a trace of childishness on his sick face. He looked very pitiful, but now he was a little angry because of Han Fei’s words. Now, there was a blush on his pale face.

Han Fei was really surprised. She thought that the person who could **** the position of palace lord from the hands of Ling Shaotian would not be a simple person. What's more, the people of Pang Shanjun have always been famous for torture. Now This look... Such a poor child, how can he not mix with the two **** fonts of Torture.

Xu is that Han Fei’s sight is really too bullying. My child, no, it’s the young man who is a little angry. When he gets angry, he has some breathing difficulties and makes it even more uncomfortable. Han Fei sees that his condition is wrong, so he quickly pulls out The needle pierced his acupuncture point, and the young man finally came up with that breath.

"Tsk tusk tusk, since you are sick, don't get angry so easily, it will affect your condition."

Young Lang almost couldn't help but refute, but was afraid that he would die again, so he had to endure it.

Han Fei looked at the young man up and down several times, and said, "Are you next to Weixin?"

The teenager did not answer.

Han Fei smiled and said, "Is this so proud?"

The boy finally couldn't help asking: "What is Tsundere?"

Han Fei nodded and said, "It's your state, I understand, but I have run out of time. If you don't answer me, then just wait for death by yourself."

Having said that, Han Fei made preparations to turn around and leave.

The boy finally shouted: "Wait!"

Han Fei, who turned her back, showed a triumphant smile, turned around slowly, and said, "What? You call me?"

The boy seemed to have endured his self-esteem, slowed down his tone, and said, "Who are you? How did you come in?"

Han Fei stretched out a finger and shook it, and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can save you."

The teenager laughed at himself and said, "It's useless, it's too late, you can't save me."

Han Fei raised her eyebrows and said, "Are you looking down on me?"

The boy's expression went lonely, he didn't even look at Han Fei, as if he was talking to himself: "It's useless, my body is no longer good, I can't live long, and I can't help everyone. It's..."

Han Fei folded her arms and said, "Who said you were not saved?"

The young man raised his head slightly and said, "My disease is an epidemic. Apart from that fairy, who else can save me? It won't be long before I will fester and die."

Han Fei directly choked: "Don't you recognize anyone except fairies in this world?"

The boy was speechless.

Han Fei looked arrogant, and said: "You are so young, it is so easy to give up hope of survival, but the president is not high!"

The young man felt that the person he saw tonight must be dreaming, and he didn't even want to answer.

Han Fei was not talking either, but grabbed his hand involuntarily and began to get his pulse.

The boy struggled a bit and said: "You let go, what are you doing!"

Han Fei lowered her voice and said, "If you want to call everyone over, just call it."

The boy shut up suddenly.

Han Fei took his pulse seriously, half-beep, and said with a weird expression: "Who told you that you have the plague?"

The young man was taken aback for a moment, and stammered: "Could it be, isn't it?"

Han Fei was even more inexplicable, and said: "You are not a plague at all, you are just ordinary typhoid fever and physical weakness."

The boy was already dumbfounded, and finally spit out a few words, as if puzzled: "Then me, me, how could..."

Han Fei had already put on a calm look. She was relieved that this person was fine, and said, "Who told you that you had the plague?"

The boy stopped talking for a while.

Han Fei raised her eyebrows and said, "Is it zero young sky?"