My Unrivalled Princess: I Won’t Mess With You

Two breaths, one attack and one protection, Luo Qianchan feels like walking to purgatory on earth.

"What is the meaning of the eight kings?" Master Lingtian naturally knew who the internal force comparable to him came from.

Of course, everyone saw only a trace of the afterimage. The man was strong guarding the woman's side, holding her in his arms, and instantly relieved the woman's heavy sense of oppression.

"Cough ..." On the way, Master Ling Tian has been consuming the internal force for Tonger. When he recovered the internal force, he felt a little pain when he hit the body.

It is indeed Murong Yun.

Master Ling Tian is the only one in his eyes. # _ # 27218470

"Is there any discomfort?" Murong Yun looked tense. He held Luo Qianshou's wrist backhand, and the gentle internal force was transmitted into Luo Qianshou's body.

Luo Qianchan is still a little afraid, that is the internal force of Master Ling Tian? So strong!

If it hadn't been for her body sculpting dan, she would have been reborn, and she would have died suddenly at this time!

"I'm fine." Luo Qiang pursed his lips and looked at Murong Yun's reaction. Is he concerned about her?

Just now, if it wasn't for Murong Yun to resist, even if she had undergone the remodeling of body sculpting, she would definitely die. # 2.7218470

After that, he saved her again.

Make sure that her meridians are intact before Murong Yun withdraws her internal force.

He held her little hand as if he knew her, but asked nothing, and walked towards the room step by step.

"She is it?" Master Ling Tian's mind was already surging.

When did the eighth prince approach women? When did you care so much about a woman?

I heard the recent rumors about the future princess of the eighth prince. Could those rumors be true? This is the rumored future eight princess?

Su Liancheng introduced: "This is our Hachiman, Master Lingtian. Don't you dare to bully us Hachiman, my brother will be furious!"

Lin Zimo didn't say a word, quietly aside.

During the conversation, the two holding hands came side by side, looking far away, the man was handsome and handsome, usually cold-blooded and indifferent, but now he understood the gentle and careful treatment of the woman beside him.

The woman is as beautiful as a painting, saying that the eighth lord is the first beauty in the world, and this woman stands side by side with the eight lords without any comparison.

They are beautiful girls, as if ... born to stand together.

In this way, if the golden boy and girl are changed by each other, I am afraid they will feel extremely inappropriate.

Master Ling Tian recovered what seemed to be mild and indifferent to the eighth Lord.

"The eighth princess, just offended." Master Ling Tian did not really look at her.

The calamity of the nation and the people may be a calamity.

Wouldn't it be a nuisance if Luo Qiangan knew that Master Fu ’s first evaluation of her was like this, and she would cry and tell her that she was wronged?

Luo Qian shallow smiled at Master Ling Tian: "Master Ling Tian speaks heavily, and the eight princesses are afraid to be."

Joke, in the future, she is to be a disciple of Master Lingtian.

"Don't you want to treat the patient? You don't need to care about me." Luo Qianchan followed Mu Rongyun in a position far away from the crowd.

She smiled brilliantly, but Murong Yun thought her smile was dazzling.

Qian Qian ever smiled at him so much? Thinking about this, Murong Yun suddenly wanted to pull her away!

Luo Qianchan did not notice the emotional changes of the man next to him, but also looked at Master Ling Tian in one mind.

Just now she wanted to say that the beautiful man who looked up to twenty-three was really Master Ling Tian, ​​who was already in his forties?

Without Su Liancheng's testimony, Luo Qiantan said he could not believe anything.

Master Ling Tian's white flawless brocade was tailored and fit. She was thin and straight, and walked slowly, such as Zhilanyushu, light wind and moonlight, indescribable elegance, like poetry.

Beautiful man ...

Is there such a man as a master, handsome and crooked?

"Don't watch." Suddenly, a pair of big hands tightly covered her eyelids.

Luo Qianchan: "..."

"Murong Yun, what kind of wind do you draw?" Eat her tofu in the morning and then "run away", and now she is still so cold that she is not allowed to open her eyes.

Murong Yun was warm and angry, lowered her voice and emphasized strongly, "Just look at me!"

"What the hell?" Luo Qianchan took away the palm of his hand and looked at him angrily: "I see how my future master came?"

At this moment, Murong Yun came up with the idea of ​​letting her stop worshipping and want to learn kung fu? He can too.

"What I want to learn, I can teach you too."

Luo Qianchan didn't look at him up and down, "Wait until your body is cured, eh?"

Murong Yun: "..."

Never before has there been such an urgent desire to heal the body.

The eighth Lord was like a living dead. He has experienced too many non-human deeds, and each one has only a dead end, and he is not only okay, but also fights back again and again.

He has a mind that ordinary people can't hold back. As long as he thinks, no one can get out of his control.

However, Luo Qianchan was an accident.

On the innermost bed lies a breathless woman. Because of the long distance, Luo Qianchan did not see her looks clearly.

Everyone was quiet, waiting for Lin Zimo to go to the clinic.

Lin Zimo put her fingers on the woman's slender wrist, and looked at the situation of the woman's body little by little.

As his understanding of the woman's condition improved, his brows became more frowning.

Luo Qianchan only knows Lin Zimo's expression. I'm afraid Lin Zimo is helpless.

Even though Lin Zimo was a divine doctor, ancient science and technology were not well developed, and some diseases lacked what was used in modern times, and Lin Zimo did not help.

It's like Murong Yun's illness.

Fortunately, she bought the medicine from Xiaobai in advance, and Xiaobai said that no matter what kind of disease, as long as it is not as tricky as Murong Yun, although it cannot be completely cured, it will be no problem for her to live for another 20 years.

Counting his age, Master Ling Tian's wife is also forty? It's good to live another twenty years, which is sixty years old.

After all ... it's her time.

Lin Zimo put the woman's hand back into the quilt. At this time, Master Ling Tian was like the most ordinary husband, asking anxiously: "How? Can Tonger's illness be saved?"

"Master, Zimo is incompetent. According to her situation, the activities of the five internal organs will stop for a maximum of three days. Zimo can only prescribe some prescriptions for her, which will last one month."

Although the results have been known for a long time, Master Ling Tian still holds the last chance, Lin Zimo is the first divine doctor, maybe he will have a solution?

"There is no other way?" Master Ling Tian moved his mouth hard, looking at the sleeping woman on the bed, snorting exhaust gas around her body.

Lin Zimo shook his head: "Sorry, Zi Mo is incompetent."

Let Lin Shenyi say the word incompetence. This is the second one except Murong Yun's condition.

It is also difficult for Murong Yun, who is suffering from old diseases and has to be tortured by inhuman people once a month.

But he can be like nothing else, at least in Luo Qianjian, Murong Yun is no different from ordinary people, his heart ... must bear more?