Medical Sovereign

"Want to know? Yes, let my junior sisters go first."

Facing a legendary figure like the European Martial Emperor, Ye Yingying's whole body tensed up, and she stared fixedly into his eyes, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Patrick squinted his eyes and waved his hands. The big black man rushed away immediately, shouting in English.

Those warriors stopped quickly, and the Saintesses narrowly escaped death. Almost all of them were wounded, and none of them was intact. They could only stand firm by supporting each other. Seeing the scattered corpses of the sisters on the ground, Immediately, grief came from my heart, and I couldn't help crying bitterly.

"Don't cry, it's really embarrassing, get out, get out, get out as far as you can."

Ye Yingying herself was also injured, and she felt in a trance for a while, knowing that it was a sign of excessive blood loss, she sternly stopped the crying of the junior sisters, and cursed angrily with disgust on her face.

Some members of the tribe wanted to say something angrily, but some discerning people saw through and stopped them. They cupped their fists and bowed to Ye Yingying with tears in their eyes: "Third Senior Sister, you will always be our Third Senior Sister."

"Who is your Third Senior Sister? I don't care to be the Third Senior Sister of you trash. Get lost, get out of here quickly. I feel upset when I see you."

Ye Yingying cursed with red eyes.

The girls couldn't help sobbing in a low voice, knowing that they would be useless to stay and would become her burden instead, so they walked into the depths of the desert step by step and turned their heads, wiping away their tears.

It's not that they don't want to turn back, but they know very well that turning back is a dead end, and these western warriors will definitely catch up with them. Only in the dangerous desert may there be a glimmer of life.

Ye Yingying looked at their backs in relief, and murmured in her heart, "I'm sorry, junior sisters, it's all the fault of third senior sister, who caused you to embark on the most dangerous path. If there is an afterlife, I will make it up to you .”

"Okay, can you tell me how you recognized Horni's identity?"

Patrick is also a wonderful person. At this moment, he is not worried about the mighty army that is approaching from a distance, and he is not in a hurry to ask for a map. Instead, he is clung to this problem.

The corners of Ye Yingying's lips curled up slightly, and she said calmly, "Eyes."

"Eye?"

Patrick repeated for no reason.

"To be precise, it should be the eyes. Although you pretended well, the pampering and love in your eyes can't be concealed, and every time you look at Huo Ni, you just sweep it away. , seems to be very indifferent, but in less than two minutes, you subconsciously looked at him no less than twenty times."

Ye Yingying talked eloquently: "It's like a rich man with a lot of wealth, who concentrates all his wealth in one bag and travels far away, and is always worried that the bag will be lost. Seeing that your precious son has almost become A subconscious instinct, this instinct may not even be aware of yourself, but in the eyes of someone with a heart, you can easily judge the unusual relationship between him and you, and I happen to know that European military The emperor has an only son, so it is easy to identify him."

Patrick smiled thoughtfully and said, "Is it really that obvious?"

"It's not obvious, but in the eyes of someone with a heart, a subtle expression and an insignificant action can make a lot of judgments, and I happen to be a person with a heart."

Ye Yingying let go of Horni, and raised her hands calmly: "I can't give you the map. I have my pride, but you can take it from my corpse."

After finishing speaking, the dagger in his hand wiped his throat, his face was full of death.

"Ding!"

Patrick raised his hand, a silver light flashed, Ye Yingying felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground involuntarily.

"Miss Ye Yingying, it's better to live than to die, why?

Why can't you think about it? "

Patrick's eyes shone strangely, as if he had found a rare treasure, he looked at her hotly: "I think you are the best gift God has given me."

Ye Yingying shuddered for a while, ignoring the pain like a broken wrist, she covered her chest and said angrily: "Old hooligan, don't even think about it..."

"Ahem!"

Patrick coughed twice in embarrassment, interrupted her, and said dumbfoundingly: "Okay, okay, beautiful Miss Ye Yingying, I think you misunderstood me, I mean, I think you are a Very outstanding girl, maybe you can consider being my daughter-in-law."

Ye Yingying glanced dully at Huo Ni, who had a calm expression. To be honest, although this guy is in his 60s or 70s, he is still very handsome. He looks like he is only in his early thirties.

Patrick actually wanted to marry himself to this notorious trash? Why? Immediately shook his head again and again: "Don't even think about it, even if I die, I won't marry him."

"Why?"

Patrick's face suddenly darkened: "Don't you also look down on him?"

Ye Yingying was shrouded in a terrifying aura, and shuddered all over her body, but for a person who had already developed a will to die, she was not even afraid of death, so what was there to be afraid of.

Immediately shaking his head neither humble nor overbearing: "It's not a matter of looking down on him, but I don't like him at all, and it's impossible to marry a Westerner."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it. According to an old saying in China, feelings can be cultivated slowly. As for Westerners and Easterners, in my opinion, they are all human beings. You are my daughter-in-law, give me a grandson as soon as possible."

Patrick's expression softened slightly, and he made a decision beyond doubt.

Ye Yingying was dumbfounded. Is this European Martial Emperor mentally ill? To be so domineering, it's no wonder that Hoorney looks calm and composed. It is estimated that this kind of thing happened not once or twice, and he has long been used to it.

What about Horney's former wife? Wouldn't Patrick kill him if he couldn't give birth to a baby? The thought made her shudder.

"Honey, are you satisfied with this daughter-in-law? You must work hard to give me a grandson as soon as possible, you know?"

Patrick seemed to be in a good mood, looked at Horni gently and kindly and said softly.

"Yes, father, I will try my best."

Horney bowed respectfully and replied.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ye Yingying feels that there seems to be a touch of sadness in Huo Ni's eyes. They really are a strange pair of father and son.

"Haha, okay, then you can consummate the house now."

Patrick laughed happily, but what he said made Ye Yingying dumbfounded, ashamed and inexplicably angry.

"Don't even think about it, have you talked to yourself there and asked my opinion? Even if I die, I won't agree."

Ye Yingying yelled in embarrassment and anger, reached out to pick up the dagger on the ground, and stabbed viciously at her heart.

"Zheng!"

Patrick was worthy of being the Emperor of Martial Arts in Europe. Even though his cultivation was suppressed, his speed and reaction were incredible. Ye Yingying only felt a pain in her wrist, and the dagger came out again.

Patrick's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, and he stared at Ye Yingying with serious eyes: "I have the final say on this matter, you have no right to decide."

"Fart, don't think that you are such a piece of shit that Martial Emperor can do whatever you want. I would rather die than marry your useless son."

Ye Yingying roared hysterically.

Snapped!

A loud slap hit Ye Yingying's face, and the terrifying force sent her flying several meters before falling heavily to the ground.

Patrick took out a white silk scarf, wiped his palms slowly, and said as a matter of course: "No one has ever dared to disobey my opinion, I will give you another chance, agree or die."

"Bah, even if I die, I won't agree to you pervert, just kill me if you have the guts."

Ye Yingying's face was red and swollen, and she opened her mouth to spit out a molar with blood foam, she would rather die than surrender and cursed angrily.

Patrick suddenly smiled, and that smile looked extremely eerie under the scorching sun, making one's body chill and creepy.

Ye Yingying wasn't even afraid of death, but under his perverted smile she actually felt fear, she curled up subconsciously, and looked at him in horror.

Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw that Horney turned his back to his father, and kept winking at her anxiously, as if asking her to agree not to offend Patrick.

"Horney, my dear son, you have also seen that this stinky bitch is very disobedient. She dared to look down on you, which made me very angry. Therefore, she must accept the most severe punishment."

Patrick is like a face-changing demon. When facing the son of Horney, he is full of love and pampering, but when facing other people, he is as cold as winter.

The extremely rapid change of expression made Ye Yingying feel chills in her heart, always feeling that something more unacceptable than death would happen.

Horni was still winking at her just now, but at this moment his face suddenly became expressionless, and he said indifferently: "You are talking about, my dear father."

Ye Yingying saw the pity and helplessness flashing in Horni's eyes, and felt even more strange in her heart. The relationship between the father and son seemed very unusual and not as harmonious as it seemed on the surface.

But soon, she had no time to think about the relationship between the father and son. She opened her eyes wide in horror, and watched the four apprentices behind Patrick, including the big black man, surrounded him with grinning faces. The lewd look in their eyes made it possible for anyone to imagine what they were going to do next.

"Go away, don't come here."

Ye Yingying was terrified, she was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of being insulted by these beasts before she died.

Tear!

The big black man stretched out his hands and tore off her blood-stained snow-white dress, revealing a large area of ​​whiteness on her chest. His throat rolled, and he seemed to hate her struggle and resistance. He cursed fiercely in English, and then slapped Ye Qingxiu mercilessly. Yingying fell to the ground with a fan.

Ye Yingying's head buzzed continuously, and her brain was in a state of panic. He never imagined that the European Martial Emperor would be so perverted that he would make his four apprentices stand in front of everyone if he didn't follow suit. Own.

But then, Patrick's words made her fall into the abyss even more, realizing that she thought of this perverted demon too kindly.

"Don't worry, come in line, everyone has a share, this is a female disciple of the Holy Gate of Shenzhou, I think everyone will like this gift."

Patrick's eyes shone with excitement and anticipation, he licked his tongue, stared at Ye Yingying's graceful body without blinking and shouted loudly.

The quiet crowd suddenly boiled like boiling water, countless fiery eyes were cast on Ye Yingying, who was like a little sheep surrounded by four big men, and the sound of swallowing saliva was endless.

The west is an open place, and the affairs of men and women are regarded as commonplace. Western warriors are even more fond of women, and they almost have sex with women every day.

It stands to reason that they wouldn't be so interested in a woman, but Ye Yingying came from a holy family. This identity undoubtedly stimulated the hormone secretion of these beasts, and suddenly became wild.

Even though some people are not used to it, they dare not say a word because of Emperor Wu's lustful power.