The Divine Physician’s Overbearing Wife

Chapter 1637 is not as good as him (5)

Still turning him into a sword soul is more peace of mind.

The man is the soul body. Under the attack of the black sword, he was not hurt lightly. However, he came to the body of the wind, and he could not escape. He could only watch the black sword attacking him tirelessly...

Perhaps it is tired, the man wants to relax, but he is lax, the black sword has no obstacles, turned into a small sword, and instantly passed through the man's eyebrows.

This time, the man did not feel any pain, he only felt the explosion of the brain, the whole person froze.

He was contracted!

I was given a contract by a sword! ! !

"Nine Emperors, I want to kill you! Ah!" The man madly rushed toward the wind, his nephew blood red, with anger.

It is a pity that he has not relied on the wind and the wind, and there is a sting in his eyebrows.

The stinging moment spread and spread throughout his body, causing his footsteps to stop involuntarily.

The wind is like a smile: "You haven't always wanted to find a body to live in? I think my sword is good, just like your wishes."

The black sword made a squeak, as if it was responding to the wind.

The man wants to cry.

Anyway, it was like this thousands of years ago.

Every time I encounter the nine emperors, there is no good thing.

Every time I am against her, the person who loses will always be him!

The man slammed his body in pain and glared at his face: "I have been so miserable, why have you not let me go?"

The wind looked down and looked at the man: "Who is not letting anyone?"

The man slammed, as if it was.

Thousands of years ago, he was always giving a scorpion to the nine emperors, but every time he lost, he must be him...

The last time he did it was too much. In order to retaliate against the nine emperors, he went to play around the maids of the nine emperors, and almost gave her sleep, and thus angered the nine emperors, and pursued him on the mainland.

But... but he is already so miserable, isn’t it enough?

He wanted to ask this sentence, but he finally pumped his mouth and still couldn't say it.

Because the answer that the nine emperors can give him, he has a few in his heart...

However, the eyes of the nine emperors are indeed very picky. The female disciples around her are all brilliant, and even the maids are equally good.

But even so, it is not her reason to humiliate him!

At least he is dressed up as a woman, no worse than those women...

"You want me to give your sword as a sword soul is not impossible, I can even help you fight, but you are not allowed to insult my appearance, you must praise me look good!"

The wind swept him: "Do you think you have the bargaining capital?"

"Let you praise me so hard?"

"Well, I only boast that my home country teacher looks good, other people... far less than him."

In her heart, the national teacher is always the first beauty.

Unattainable.

The man simply closed his mouth and was too lazy to talk to her, fearing that he would be mad.

"Right, you haven't told me your name yet," the wind slammed, and continued. "Forget it, I am not interested in knowing your name. Your identity is the soul of the sword. Later, I will call you a little soul." Just fine, the black sword is called Xiaojian."

After hearing the wind, the man’s handsome face suddenly pulled down, but her last sentence made him unable to bear some gloating.

Oh, fortunately, she did not say to give him the name Xiaoxi.

(End of this chapter)