Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife

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Finally, the movements of both people stopped!

I saw that the tip of the sword of Xuan Tian Ye had already reached the throat of Feng Yu, almost reached her throat, but it was a little bit worse, but a little bit of distance, but stopped.

He couldn't stop it, because Feng Yu's soft whip had already gathered to the limit, and Xuantian night was wrapped like a silkworm cocoon, moving from head to toe.

On the face of Feng Yu's face, there was still a hazy smile. He reached out and gently dialed the sword, and then he did not look at him. He studied it against the sword.

She looked left and right to look at it, and she was puzzled. "Isn't the third brother saying that I want to compare with my sword? I also said that you are holding a long sword. Although it is sharp, my whip is longer, so no one suffers." So what is going on now?"

When she spoke, the whip in her hand was twisted again. Xuantian night was smothered by her, and the internal force wanted to twist the whip, but it was found to be in vain.

Feng Yuzhen reminded him: "You can have a little bit of the third brother, and don't say if you can earn it, even if you are earning it, Xuan Tianming's whip is broken, but he has to find you to pay."

Xuan Tianyin’s heart, the Xuan Tian’s whip? Look again, isn't it, the handcuffs with gold, the cold light with the hidden barbs, the flexibility is good, even if it is cut with a knife, the long-term smokers are always bloody. ... He has long felt familiar, but he has no time to think about it. Now it seems that Lao Jiu gave his wife a wife with his favorite and best whip.

"The prince of a country, the king of the Tang Dynasty, fights with a little girl who hasn’t even had a 13-year-old birthday, and also brings a hidden weapon. It’s really shameless." Feng Yu slammed him without any concern, but the blood in his eyes was already It faded, but it was covered with a thick contempt.

The whip in the hand was pulled again, and it was a little tighter. The blood marks on Xuantian night were deeper, and together, it was about to merge into a river.

Feng Yuxi looked at him like this, no longer talking, his eyes changed from contempt to silence, then from silence to indifference, then sinister, fierce, and finally, it was a deep murder.

Xuantian night received her message, and two big characters flashed in her mind - finished!

Sure enough, Feng Yu’s whip in his hand was twisted in a circle, and it was getting faster and faster. The whip was on him, from the skin to the flesh, from the flesh to the bones, and the meat was rotted, and finally, the sound of broken bones was heard.

Xuantian night hurts even a few pieces of teeth, but still can not stop the pain.

A lot of blood loss makes his dizziness more and more intense. He almost fainted several times, but he often fainted. Feng Yu’s whip will tighten his strength, and he will feel a spirit when he feels a pain. .

This is simply a non-human abuse, Xuantian night is shy and angry, violently smashed the blue veins, and finally could not help but torture, rushed: "kill me! You killed me!"

Feng Yuyu pointed to his own whip: "Isn't this killing? It's just that Auntie hasn't killed anyone. It's not as good as the third brother, so it's slower to kill. The third brother can bear it again." It’s dying.”

She said that just like killing a pig, she is dying. Xuan Tianyue knows that she is dying. The bones on his body have been cut off a few good things, especially the knees. He can feel that it is almost broken. If someone is not wrapped in a whip, he can't stand.

He is not afraid of death, but he is not willing to die. He has been strategizing for many years. There are still a large number of terracotta warriors in Ganzhou waiting for him to call. What did he die in the hands of a little girl?

What's more, there are so many people watching. There are Fengjia people, thousands of long princesses, and the next generation of the palace, and the wife who he wants to kill. These people watched him as humiliated by a little girl, which was even more uncomfortable than the need to kill him.

Xuantian night wants to open a big phoenix feather phoenix, but unfortunately, the whip has a piece of money gathered to the throat, so that he can only make a "ah" sound, words can not tell.

Finally, the line of sight began to blur, consciousness began to turbid, and the pain in the body began to numb. No matter how Feng Yuqi twisted the whip, he would not feel more painful.

Xuantian night knows that he is dying and is finally dying.

However, this kind of eye-catching look at the taste of death is really uncomfortable, pain, fear, humiliation coexist, even if his mysterious night completely collapsed the line of defense. He has to admit that the gimmick of the Feng family is a perfect match with the old nine, tormenting people to win one more than one, and the new tricks are endless.

He spit out the last breath in his chest, tried to widen his eyes, and finally looked at the day that was no longer clear through the blurred vision, then the eyelids gradually sank and slowly closed.

It’s so dead! He thought, perhaps this life has no chance with the throne, but he would like to know that this girl has killed him so brazenly, how to explain to the old man in the palace? The old man has always been waiting to see him, but his son was killed and his face could not pass.

He thought vaguely, consciousness gradually dispersed, and finally, even the strength of meditation was gone.

At the moment when Xuantian’s head hangs down, the king’s legs, which had stood on the steps of the palace, suddenly became soft, and they fell down and sat down on the ground. There was a **** around her to help her, but she said, "If you die, if you die, you will never hurt me anymore. You will never harm others."

At this moment, Kang Yu’s idea is: Xuantian night is dead, who should I find again in a thousand weeks? Dashun North and the three states, thousands of weeks are bound to win, the new emperor must be a thousand-week ally.

Feng Yiyuan’s idea is: Xuan Tian night is dead? Did the prince who spent so much money supporting him die? Can the money he spends come back?

At this moment, everyone has an endless heart in their hearts. Even the people of the king’s palace are thinking, the master is dead, where should they go?

The teacher’s legs that helped set the life and death are all smashed. He is a master, a counselor, and an aide. He knows that there are too many things in Xuantian night. Xuan Tianyue died, I don’t know how many people think about his life. Can he escape?

But only Feng Yuxi knows, Xuantian night did not die!

He also has a heartbeat, and she still keeps his pulse. Not her kindness, she just thought, she killed a prince like this, is it equivalent to openly provoking the emperor? Although there is a paper gauntlet in hand, if the emperor turns his face, he will not let you die, and just find a head to kill her.

Of course, she doesn't think she will die. It doesn't really have a life-saving space. She just smashed Tianwu in that space.

But what about Xuantian?

She can't let Xuan Tianming follow her into the space to hide. A big man is hiding in the head, still can't die?

In the heart of the emperor, it is the meaning of Xuantian, how much help and support is given in the dark, but this also has to be arrogant. If there is no war in the northwest, if there is no secret help from the ministers, it would be useless for the emperor to re-appreciate the nine sons.

She can't let Xuan Tianming's efforts for so many years be abolished because of her own momentary temper. Turning her face is the last and most last resort. But there are other tricks to think about, she doesn't want any change in the status quo of Xuantian. .

During the thoughts, the whip in the hand subconsciously loosened a few points, and the person who had already pulled down the head had actually breathed a little more.

But no one thought, just at this moment, the king of the king who fell to the ground suddenly climbed up and rushed to her side. As soon as I got to the front, my hand shook the phoenix of Feng Yu, and no matter what the thorns on the head were, she was full of blood, only slammed the whip and slammed it, while saying: "A Hey, Sancha knows that you have been playing for a long time, no strength. It doesn't matter, you don't have the strength to have three, and you can help you! Sancha helps you strangle him!"

Everyone is blind, although everyone knows that the king and the king of the king are both detached, but they did not expect that Wang Hao would hate him for hating this point!

Her hands-on, the people of the palace, can no longer sit back and ignore, immediately the butler and the **** rushed up, desperately pulling the king. The little girl is also clever, while pulling one side: "Wang Hao, are you sick again? This is Wang Ye! You are waking up!"

A morbidity has helped the prince to open the blame. Even if the emperor asks in the future, what can a sick person care about with her?

At this time, Feng Yuxi had no more effort, but he was only holding the whip handle. She knows that this nephew hates the mysterious night, and her heart is also measured. If the three emperors are dead in the hands of the king, isn’t he offended?

I can still think about it again. She is going to take revenge. The enemy only counts in her own hands, and the fake hand is not a little profitable.

She thought, suddenly reaching out and tapping on the acupuncture point on the wrist of Wang Wang. When Wang Yuzhen felt that his wrist was sour, the whip couldn’t hold it anymore, and he loosened it. After releasing it, I still want to hold it again, but the person has been carried back to the house by a group of people.

People heard the sound of the king's fierce voice coming out - "Auntie, kill him! Kill him! Xuantian night is not worth living! You must kill him!"

Feng Xiaoyuan followed the opening, but it was against the road: "Auntie, think twice, you have to think twice!" He said that while trying to pull Kangxi, he wanted Kangxi to persuade a few words, so delaying. At the next time, he has just quietly sent people to the palace to pass the message.

However, Kang Yu did not respond at all. He just stared at the two people in front and was somewhat ecstatic.

At this time, what is the use of her saying no to speak? The three emperors were injured like this, let alone Feng Yu can not spare his life, even if it is spare, he still hopes to recover? If you can't recover, what is the difference between living and dying?

Feng Yuqi took a deep breath and the whip in his hand was close to her. She was thinking for the last time, killing, or staying?

At this time, suddenly there was a strong wind coming behind him. She subconsciously wants to hide, but she feels that the wind is directed at her, but it is not malicious, but somewhat familiar...