Ghost King’s Medical Consort

Another sharp sword light struck out, and immediately brought a piece of flesh and blood.

Li Yangshuo was struggling on the ground with an expression of pain, rolling, and roared, "You kill me, if you have the ability to kill me immediately... ah ah..."

But no one paid any attention to him, and no one reached out to save him. The elders of the nursing home looked at Li Yangshuo with contempt and disdain. They really didn’t expect Li Yangshuo to do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, so despicable. Not worthy to be the master of the holy doctor! Will only be ashamed of the holy doctor!

Li Yangshuo's miserable cry resounded throughout the martial arts arena. He really couldn't survive, and couldn't ask for death. Now he is just making his own way!

Pieces of flesh and blood flew up from his body, blood shed all over the ground, shocking and disgusting. His originally slightly thick and fat body was now thin, with only one bone left.

Li Yangshuo took his last breath until the last piece of flesh on Li Yangshuo's body flew away.

"Even if you die, I won't make you feel better!" Dongfang Ao's finger flicked, and a ray of flame pierced from his fingertips, falling on the **** white bones in front of him, instantly turning to ashes.

Li Yangshuo died, was killed by Ling Chi, and received 10,000 swords from Dongfang Pride, but he could never return to that beloved woman...

Dongfang Ao was like a walking corpse, as if all his anger and soul had been taken away. His eyes were dull, his footsteps mechanically walked towards Ye Xier’s corpse, and then he picked Ye Xier, step by step, step by step. Hobbled to the distance.

The hot sun shone all over him, but it could not dispel his loneliness and desolation.

"Master..." Mu Qianyue called, with a worried look in her eyes.

"Yue'er, Master, he will be fine. He just wants to be alone. He needs time..." Nalanjing hugged her, but his eyes fell on the desolate figure of Dongfang Pride. It's a pity that Ye Xier's Divine consciousness disappeared. Otherwise, as long as the spiritual consciousness persists, there is still hope of resurrection.

But only with the strength above the imperial warrior can one preserve his soul.

Looking sideways at the woman next to him, Nalanjing held her hand unconsciously and tried hard, he didn't even dare to imagine if one day... how crazy he would be? Maybe it will destroy the whole world!

However, he will not let that day come! No one can hurt Yue'er!

Thinking of those people with dragon tattoos lurking in the dark, a bloodthirsty vibe flashed through Nalan’s purple eyes. It seemed that it was time to take some action. Otherwise, once those people threatened Yue’er’s life, He regrets it too late!

Dongfang Ao was holding Ye Xi'er’s body as if it had disappeared. It did not appear for seven days. During this time, Mu Qianyue and Nalanjing had been living in the Sacred Doctor's Gate. The attitude of the elders towards the two of them took a 180-degree turn, including the elder, who also apologized for the previous incident.

Although there is no leader in the sacred doctors, the order is not chaotic. The elders and the fourth elders buried Ye Xier's father's body.

After another five days in this way, everyone was still living as usual, practicing, alchemy, and medicine collection.

The sun is thinning west, and the golden afterglow shines on this Longyan Mountain, reflecting the magnificent colors. The sunset glow on the horizon is bright red, flying quickly across the sky, unpredictable, like a human heart.

Mu Qianyue sat on the top of the mountain and nestled on Nalanjing's shoulders.

A red sun in front of him slowly sank into the horizon, and the world fell into a black and white mystery.

The girl's silver-purple dress is entwined with the man's moon-white robes, caged in the gorgeous afterglow, hazy and dreamy, as beautiful as an ancient scroll.

"Lady." He called softly.

"Yep."

"Do you remember what I said about my mother coming from Huanzhou?" Nalanjing looked down at the woman beside her, with a faint golden light on her face, glittering and dazzling, warm as jade.

"En, remember." She didn't lift her head, still leaning on his shoulder lazily, enjoying every time she spent with him greedily.

It is not easy for the two to be together. They should cherish each other, because no one can guarantee what will happen in the next moment. Do not leave regrets in your life, let alone regret your life!

"My mother comes from the Su family in the Magic State. The reason why I can grow up quickly and own the Nether Hall and Soul Eater is mostly because of my grandfather's help. Because of the talent I showed, they are very I am happy, so my grandfather and they privately booked me and the eldest lady of the Su family to kiss, but they never agreed to it." Na Lanjing finished in one breath, and then looked at her nervously, curled eyelashes. He covered the light under his eyes, and for a while made him unable to guess her thoughts and emotions.

Seeing that there was no reaction to her, Nalanjing couldn't help frowning and felt a little depressed. Shouldn't he fall asleep when he said such an important thing?

It took a long time to hear her lazy cat-like voice, "Humph, that's their wishful thinking."

"Miss, aren't you angry?" Nalanjing asked.

"Angry, why not be angry!" Mu Qianyue opened her eyes, and a sullen flickered in her eyes, "Sooner or later I will go to them to settle accounts, but not now. Jing, I will work hard to cultivate and strive to become strong as soon as possible and stand. By your side, I believe no one will object to our being together by then!"

"Well, lady, I believe you." Nalan Jing pursed her lips and smiled, and the big rock in her heart was finally let go. At first she was afraid that she would be angry.

Mu Qianyue continued to hold his arms tightly, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the warmth of the last moment of the sunset.

After another three days, Dongfang Ao finally came back. At this moment, he was dressed completely different from the previous one. He was dressed in a plain blue shirt with ink hair draped lazily behind him, and then tied loosely with a blue ribbon. On his feet are a pair of green boots.

The resolute face, the sword eyebrow flying diagonally into the temple, the whole body exudes a breath of indifference and arrogance, which is also full of allure.

Seeing such Dongfang Ao, Mu Qianyue was a little uncomfortable while she was amazed, but to her surprise, the big gourd on Dongfang Ao's waist was gone.

"Dongfang Ao, you can't help but remind me of the old days..." The four elders came out and realized that he had said the wrong thing. He quickly closed his mouth obediently, but the atmosphere was a bit solemn. He quickly changed the subject and asked. , "Where is your wine gourd?"

"Smashed."

The words Qing Leng, arrogant and proud came out slowly from his lips.

The fourth elder was taken aback, and then he wanted to understand that it was because of his alcohol addiction that he had an irreparable tragedy, and he would not drink a drop of alcohol for the rest of his life.