Leaving the century-old pharmacy "Sun Jitang", Ye Fan hurried back to the small hotel. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The grace of dripping water, when the spring reciprocates, it should be like this.

A lost prescription is precious, but in this era of weak Chinese cultural inheritance, anyone with an enlightened mind will carry forward what he has learned.

After getting a multicolored stone from Bai Zhen, his state of mind became more mature.

Everything is informal, do whatever you want, see more openly, see farther. In the eyes of outsiders, there is a strong discrepancy with his age, perhaps, this is the mentality tempered from the ordeal, the realm of thought, which has nothing to do with age and is connected with experience.

knocked on the door of the youth hostel, and without waiting for Natasha to open the door, Ye Fan entered through the door with something and suddenly appeared in the room.

Natasha was sitting on the edge of the bed and sorting out the bullets of the firearm, when she heard the sound, Huo Ran raised the pistol, her arms straight, and aimed at Ye Fan's head.

"It's me, relax. ”

Seeing Ye Fan's nondescript and weird smiling face, Natasha let out a dissatisfied cold snort in her nostrils, and the pistol whizzed around a few times between her fingers before retracting it in front of her.

"You're so ugly!" she said, with a look of disgust.

"Yes, so you like my real side. Ye Fan smiled and stared at Natasha's posture of sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, and it could be seen that she had washed and was wearing plush pajamas, and those who didn't know the truth would definitely be tempted by her sexy and lazy appearance.

There was plenty of heating in the room, and Natasha jumped off the head of the bed barefoot and said coldly, "It's just as annoying!"

Ye Fan laughed dryly twice, and said casually: "No matter how ugly my face is, it is much more beautiful than the scar on your belly." ”

"You're looking for death!"

The pistol was pointed at Ye Fan's head again, and the pair of blue eyes were murderous.

"Haha, just kidding, take off your clothes. Ye Fan didn't feel any guilt or guilt for doing the wrong thing and saying the wrong thing, and took out a box of ointment that had been cooled from the bag.

"There's a limit to my patience!" Natasha's voice was chilling, and the hand holding the gun clicked as the bullet loaded the load.

Ye Fan bent down to open the lid of the box, and at the same time read: "Okay, Xiao Sasha, you can't beat me, why humiliate yourself?" ”

His expression, his tone, completely unaware of the immediate threat, made Natasha feel aggrieved, but she had to bear the reality of her anger and viciously shook off the pistol.

"Well, the weather in Russia is indeed a bit ......" Ye Fan took out the Qiongyu ointment, the snow-white medicinal juice had condensed into jelly, transparent and smooth, white as mutton fat, like a high-end women's cosmetics.

In just half an hour, the juice was condensed into a paste, thanks to the cold weather in Moscow.

Turning his head, Ye Fan saw that Natasha was still glaring at him with a deep hatred like Haiti, and couldn't help but wonder: "Huh, what are you still doing here? Take off your pajamas!"

"You disgusting pig!" Natasha's chest fluttered up and down, grief and indignation, and her fire-breathing gaze locked on his strange face, and she dropped her pistol

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