Heretic Doctor Zihou

Seventeen-year-old Lan Xuan Pinnacle, with such a talent, looking at the entire Western Chu Kingdom, he could never find one. Even Zhen Yan, who was once known as the first genius of the Western Chu country, is hard to reach. Back then, Zhen Yan, who made a sensation in the Western Chu Kingdom, broke through the seventh rank Lan Xuan at the age of eighteen and was called the number one genius by the world. Now the 17-year-old Wei Zihou is already the pinnacle of Lan Xuan. It's not scary!

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a peerless genius!

For a time, the four people have different looks and different emotions in their eyes. Some were shocked and admired, some were envious, and some were extremely jealous.

However, Zihou as the party concerned has long been familiar with this phenomenon. She concentrated on slowly injecting profound energy into the sword...

With the continuous infusion of profound energy, the sword suddenly buzzed, like the sound of wind on the edge of the universe. Immediately there was a sound of breaking through the air, and the Wind Profound Sword once again turned into a stream of light, and began to dance with joy in the air...

The recurrence of this scene made everyone think of the tragic scene of Zhen Xueyan just now. They were all thinking, it seems that Wei's Zihou will not end up better than Zhen Xueyan...

In such a scene, Zhen Kexin's smile became brighter, and her eyes were full of revenge. She knew, how could the **** of Wei Zihou be the destined person of Baojian?

Sure enough, Feng Xuanjian danced happily for a few laps before suddenly stopping in front of Zihou. This scene is almost exactly the same as before when Zhen Xueyan drew her sword.

No one doubts the fate of the tragedy of Zihou, they are all waiting for the scene of Zihou being slapped in the face.

However, in the next moment, Feng Xuanjian's actions once again made them dumbfounded, and their three views were completely destroyed.

I saw that according to the script, the sword that was supposed to slap in the face of Zihou floated cautiously in front of Zihou, circled Zihou a few times, and then used that scabbard. At the end, he tentatively poked Zihou in the face. That cautious look, like a curious child...

Zihou, which was molested by a certain sword, frowned slightly, and cast a warning look at a certain sword with a somewhat unhealthy expression. As if shocked by the look in Zihou, a certain sword flew all of a sudden, and the straight blade was magically twisted. After a while, seeing Zihou seems to have no other reaction, Feng Xuanjian once again strengthened the courage, floated in front of Zihou, once again rubbed the face of Zihou carefully with the scabbard.

Provoked by Feng Xuanjian's extremely humane behavior, Zihou stood quietly without interruption, raising his eyebrows and waiting for Feng Xuanjian's follow-up actions.

Seeing Zihou still did not respond, Feng Xuanjian seemed to be more courageous, rubbing his left cheek and then rubbing the right cheek of Zihou, he was so happy.

However, this scene fell in the eyes of a certain emperor and demon-like man in the upper seat, his face did not change, and there seemed to be a dark color under his eyes...

Mo Yunhuang's body pressure suddenly dropped, and it seemed that he had a tendency to be frozen for thousands of miles. Everyone just felt that a cold current was coming, making them cold all over, and breathing hard...

Leng Yue saw this scene in her eyes, and Qinghan's eyes gradually rippled, and then shocked the waves. She knows a lot about Feng Xuan Jian. In her cognition, Feng Xuanjian has always been arrogant, and even unbelievable, even she can't touch it. However, in front of this woman, Feng Xuanjian seemed to be particularly special.

Could it be that she would be a destined person of Feng Xuan Jian?

Such a conjecture made her hard to accept for a while.

Rubbing his face against the textured scabbard, Zihou frowned and grabbed Feng Xuan Sword impatiently. The Feng Xuan Sword that was suddenly caught seemed to be a little bit resistant. It fought hard, trying to break free from Zihou...

"Move it again, I will kill you!" Zihou screamed in an extremely brutal tone.

With such a sturdy roar from Zihou, Feng Xuanjian immediately stopped moving like a good baby.

Such a scene shocked everyone. They did not expect that the arrogant and brutal sword would be so obedient!

Could it be that Wei's Zihou himself is more cruel than this sword?

I am very satisfied with Feng Xuanjian's obedient attitude Zihou. She held the sword in one hand and stretched out the other. Her slender fingers slowly drew from the end of the scabbard, and finally stayed at the hilt and held it suddenly.

At this time, a wave of passive wind suddenly started, raising white-clothed ink hair in Zihou. Her face was cold and her eyes were clear. A monstrous aura came out of her body, sweeping around her like a wave.

Affected by such a shocking momentum, the bodies of everyone sitting down turned back neatly. Their faces were shocked, and they stared at the proud figure holding the sword without blinking...

Zihou holds the scabbard in one hand, and the hilt inlaid with purple crystal in the other hand. Feng Xuanjian made a buzzing sound at this time. This sound was not like the mania before, but with a hint of lowness. The quaint aura continued to be released, and for a while, the entire palace was filled with a thick breath.

Suddenly, the breath of Zihou sank, his eyes drenched, and his hands exerted force. Along with the sound of metal rubbing, a silver awn shot out from the scabbard, and then the light was radiant, and the sky full of silver awn resembled bright stars, shrouding the man and his sword in the vastness.

The dazzling silver light made people unable to open their eyes, and many people stretched out their hands to cover their eyes and did not dare to look directly. After a while, when the silver light disperses, they dare to slowly open their eyes.

But seeing the white and holy figure, standing proudly, holding the quaint scabbard of the Fengxuan sword in one hand, and holding the sword body of the treasure sword in the other hand, the sword pointed to the sky!

The silver sword body, the faint light flowing, precipitated unspeakable thickness. Its whole body is covered with a layer of shallow mist, which makes people unable to see the sword body, but it looks extremely mysterious. The sword is upright, pointing straight at the sky, the cold sharp blade, with the power to pierce the zenith!

A peerless sword, well deserved!

The night breeze slowly blows the clothes and rolls of Zihou, and the ink-colored hair is flying. She was facing the sky and her expression was cold. The temperament of her body is particularly fierce at this time, like the ancient female war god, the sword is pointing to the boundlessness, and the world is full!

Almost everyone present was deeply shocked by the scene before his eyes. All the suspicions about Zihou before have already disappeared with the wind.

Peerless ancient sword, the ancient **** of war. Such a picture, indescribable harmony. They deeply understand at this time that only a woman with such a temperament and grace is worthy of such a sword!

Zihou raised his eyes to look at the sword in his hand, and the admiration in his eyes became more intense.

Hidden in the scabbard, this sword has a hidden edge, restrained but heavy. When the sword was out of its sheath, its sharp edge was cold and sharp, with the mighty power, it actually had such a fierce killing spirit!

It really is an ancient sword!

Zihou raised his lips and smiled, very satisfied with Feng Xuanjian. Now she is just a magic weapon, this sword is just right for her!

Leng Yue on the side was already pale at this time. The face that has always been cold is full of disbelief. In the cold eyes, various complex emotions are intertwined.

And Liu Ying behind the empress Mo Yun, even if there is no expression on his face like a paralyzed face, the eyes that rarely show emotions are dull and unclear...

As for Mo Yunhuang himself, seeing the appearance of Zihou raising his lips and smiling, the corners of his lips also slowly evoked an evil arc, purple noble eyes, a sly light like a fox flashed past...

"Since this sword was pulled out by me, it is mine!" Zihou put the sword body into the scabbard, turned around, and said to Mo Yunhuang.

Mo Yunhuang’s eyes fell on the Feng Xuan sword in the hand of Zihou)," and then moved away to look into the eyes of Zihou. At this time, his black eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his expression seemed to be reluctant to speak. "This is the ancient sword..." With that, Emperor Mo Yun stopped continuing, but looked at Zihou with a rather tangled expression.

"Why, His Royal Highness King Yun can't bear it anymore? Didn't you say that whoever pulls it out is the one?" Zihou looked a little bad. This man is so stingy and stingy with his apparently powerful appearance? Is he still a man?

"Well, since you want it very much, I will cut love..." Mo Yunhuang waved his sleeves, as if he had made a lot of determination. He especially emphasized the word ‘very’, which made Zihou frown.

She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it. Also, which eye did he see that she wanted it so much?

"Then thank His Royal Highness King Yun for cutting her love!" Zihou said with a smile without a smile, and then returned to his seat.

The ups and downs of the sword-drawing storm came to an end as Zihou finally pulled out the sword. However, although the sword-drawing storm ended, the palace banquet continued.

Zhen Kexin sat not far from Zihou and watched Zihou smoothly draw out the sword. The shocking scene made her deeply impressed. At the same time, the jealousy and anger in her heart were like tides. It surged and almost drowned her. She never thought that Wei's Zihou **** would really be a destined person for the sword. She not only drew the sword, but also got the attention of His Royal Highness King Yun, which really angered her!

However, after thinking about it, Zhen Kexin couldn't help but snorted coldly, the manic emotions in his eyes gradually calmed down, and a strange smile came up at the corners of his lips.

Wei's Zihou, even if you draw out the sword, what if you get the attention of His Royal Highness King Yun? Today, I will ruin you, life is better than death!

The poisoned gaze was gently moved away, and it collided with the gaze of Zhen Xuan, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and a conspiracy was gradually brewing...

Thanks to someone's blessing, there are countless women who performed at the palace banquet today. Each and every one of the delicate make-up, dressed in a beautiful girl, the performance of hard work, a variety of different, all want to attract the devil-like man in the room, even if it is a look.

Zihou while drinking, watching the performance intently, the corners of the lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm.

Suddenly, a strange smell floated into her nose. The smell is so shallow and light that it is difficult for most people to notice. As a ghost doctor of Shura, she was extremely sensitive to this smell, so she quickly caught it. Her eyes sank suddenly, and she turned away suddenly, and saw a palace lady refilling her bottle of wine...

The palace lady's complexion was normal, her eyes were calm and there was no problem. Zihou's eyes flickered slightly, and the corner of her eyes caught the smile of Zhen Kexin on the other side.

As a result, her eyes drooped across her eyes.

He smiled coldly, and poured the freshly renewed wine into the glass. Zihou held the cup and put it in front of his nose with a face as usual.

Well, the best love potion, the best disfigurement poison, and even the third-rank Lost Profound Pill! Zihou can't help but raise the eyebrows and slander in the bottom of my heart. I have to say that the person who wanted to harm her really hated her. She couldn't help but wonder if she had destroyed the whole family of poisoned people? Otherwise, why hate her so much? Not only that, this shot is also extremely generous, regardless of the cost, every kind of poison is the best product that is hard to find, and even the third-level pill is sacrificed.

However, just rely on these things to make her fall?

Foolish dreams!

In Zihou, a cold light flashed across her eyes, and it was fleeting, and then she lifted her head lightly and drank the poisoned wine in her hand.

Seeing Zihou even drank the wine, Zhen Ke showed a little excitement on her heart, and she was so excited that she couldn't describe it. Immediately, she disdain to sneer, and Wei's Zihou is nothing more than this, so simple is calculated!

After a while, Zihou looked slightly hazy, and his breathing was a little short. Sweat on his forehead, frowning, and holding his abdomen, looking very painful.

"Girl, what's the matter with you?" Wei Guoting asked with some worry, feeling that Zihou seemed a little wrong.

"It's probably because I drank too much, and I was a little dizzy." Zihou replied with one hand gently rubbing between the eyebrows, shaking his head.

"Let you drink so much wine, you don't know how to measure at all!" Wei Guoting's expression immediately became bad. Blowing the beard and glaringly speaking harsh words, his eyes were full of concern.

"It's okay, I'll just go out and get some air..." Comforting Wei Guoting, Zihou stood up and walked out.

The pace of Zihou was a bit chaotic, but knowing the strength of Zihou, Wei Guoting also asked not to leave too far, but he didn't take it too seriously.

Seeing Zihou moving away from the back, Zhen Kexin finally sneered with her lips curled, her eyes full of coldness of conspiracy success. She looked away again and looked at Zhen Xuan, then stood up calmly and walked outside.

Out of the yard, the pace of Zihou is already a little staggered. She walked swayingly, as if she would fall down if she was not careful.

Finally, in a remote octagonal pavilion, Zihou seemed to collapse, sweating profusely and paralyzed on the stone bench in the pavilion, lying on the stone table in confusion...

After a while, there was a slight sound of footsteps gradually approaching, and dialogue came from time to time...

"Are you sure Wei's Zihou **** really drank that poisonous wine?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. The newly refilled wine is a poison that I personally handed. She reacted soon after drinking it, exactly as my aunt said."

"In that case, we must let Wei's Zihou have a good taste of the ruined life and death!"

"Have you arranged it?"

"That's natural."

"..."

The footsteps were getting closer, and soon two figures appeared in the octagonal pavilion.

Both of them were dressed in gorgeous costumes. With the faint lights in the pavilion, they could still catch a glimpse of their faces. Obviously they were Chu Ling'er and Zhen Kexin.

"Wei Zihou, can't you think of it, you also have today!" Chu Linger saw Zihou lying weakly on the stone table, panting with breathlessness, and a cold smile on her face. All the pleasure of revenge.

"It was you who poisoned me, right? What do you want to do?" Seemingly hearing Chu Linger's words, Zihou raised her head with difficulty, her face flushed, her eyes blurred and her expression was Panic and pain lingered.

"Hahaha..." Zhen Kexin laughed, watching Zihou viciously, and said with a sneer, "Aren't you very good? Why, I can't do anything now? Tell you, the poison on your body is ours. It won’t be long before you lose your virginity, your appearance will be ruined, and you will be cast aside by everyone!” When it came to the back, Zhen Kexin almost gritted her teeth, the pleasure on her face almost distorted her.

"You bitch, how dare you fight against me, this is the end!" Chu Linger stared at Zihou equally disdainfully, extremely arrogant.

"Well, don't waste time, take her there quickly!" Zhen Kexin frowned slightly and urged. She didn't want to drag on any longer, because somehow, she suddenly had an ominous premonition...

"Come here, get this **** woman down and take care of her!" Chu Ling'er yelled to Void, especially emphasizing the word'Serve'.

As soon as Chu Linger's voice fell, two dark shadows immediately appeared beside Chu Linger, and they were about to take away Zihou.

Suddenly, Zihou, which was already confused and delirious, suddenly spun around and turned around, and a white mist spread out from her. In an instant, she was already sitting firmly on the stone table.

All this happened so suddenly that Chu Ling'er couldn't react at all. They all stared at Zihou in a daze, without responding for a while.

"Why, don't you want to take care of me? Why didn't you respond?" Zihou has a stunning face, eyebrows flying, and a vigorous look. How can it be the same as before?

"You, you are not..." Chu Linger's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What's wrong with me? Did I get your love potion, disfigurement potion, or...Three-turn lost profound pill?" Zihou puts his hands around his chest, looking down at a few people, with a joking face.

"You..." How could she know this? Zhen Kexin's pupils shrank, and her hand pointing at Zihou trembled.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the poison is basically useless for me... basically useless!" Ignoring the panic expressions of Chu Linger and Zhen Kexin, Zihou still smiled calmly with one hand on his chin. Her faint tone sounded like a soul-stimulating sound in Zhen Kexin's ears!

Poison is useless to her, so why does she pretend to be poisoned, isn't it?

"Wei Zihou, I am a princess, you can't do anything to me!" Chu Linger suddenly screamed, her eyes full of panic.

"It's late!" Zihou glanced at Chu Ling'er, raised his eyebrows, and faintly uttered two words.