Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss

Van Gogh sank his eyes and looked at the expression on the face of Joe Chu and others. Suddenly his face changed and he once again restored the gentle smile. Eight? One? Chinese W (one) W? W?. (8) 8?1 (eight) Z (eight) W?. COM

"Sorry, scared you." Van Gogh looked at the crowd with apologies.

Qiao Chu’s mouth is stiff and I don’t know what to do.

The flower buds frowned at Vatican. He didn't want to mention it, but Vatican's reaction was completely different from what he thought. If he only heard the rumors of the Three Kingdoms, why would he react like that? Moreover, if he did not misread, he was only shivering in the eyes of Fan Zhuo. It was clearly a strong killing and hate.

Does he hate the twelve halls?

why?

The flower garden finally said: "You are a person in the middle three circles."

Van Gogh nodded and nodded. He looked at the flowers and they smiled and said: "You are the same, aren't you? Huage, Erqiao, Yaner, Xiaoruo... and Xiaoxie? No... Xiaoxie It shouldn't be because Xiaoxie didn't respond to what I said."

Van Gogh touched his chin and had a funny smile on his face.

"You guessed it." Hua Yan nodded.

"You and the Twelve Halls have hatred?" The flower buds were a little strange, and the hostility that was only released was why there was no trace of disappearing in the blink of an eye. The hatred that he had brewed in his eyes was not that they were less, but why? He will disperse so soon?

"Don't wear the sky together." Fan Zhuo's mouth is more intense, but the smile has not come to the bottom of his eyes.

"Why?"

"Isn't it like you?" Van Gogh smiled and said.

The flower garden is slightly stunned.

Van Gogh continued: "I thought that you are the people of the Twelve Halls. However, I have clearly released such obvious killings, but you still have not reacted much. In addition to being scared, there is no such thing as me. Give birth to any killing. When you know that I have a sense of killing the Twelve Halls, you are not going to do it. This only shows that you are not a member of the Twelve Halls, and I don’t believe that in the Twelve Halls, There are still guys who are so pure."

The initial killing was nothing but a temptation, but the result was a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they are not enemies.

"You said that, like us, what does it mean?" A guess is only a flowering heart, which makes him nervous, but also some expectations.

Vatican chuckled a sigh of relief: "In those days, in order to find the emperor's mausoleum, the twelve halls sent countless masters. Only a few of them found the real place, and the people came from different temples. I mapped the maps on each other's backs and took them back to make a difference. But I didn't want to, eventually, ushered in, indeed, the betrayal of my own forces, one by one, no one, no family, even family members were stunned..."

Van Gogh's smiling nephew took a chilly look, and his eyes swept through the faces of Hua Yan, Qiao Chu, non-smoke and Rong Ruo. "A lot of people were killed, but one person secretly sneaked into it. Saved, one of the children is the person who smelts the bones. If I have not guessed wrong, how many of you should be those who have been saved?"

Fan Zhuo’s remarks surprised them, and they looked at the flower garden strangely, and their eyes were full of doubts and surprises.

"Then you...what is it?" Knowing the past in the Three Kingdoms, I know the plan of the 12th Temple to steal the mausoleum of the evil spirits. Who is Vatican?

Van Gogh smiled slightly.

"I am just an orphan who has been abandoned on the edge of the world."