The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

"They..." Sheng Xueqing took a deep breath.

These ten old guys are really designed to make trouble for people, they are restless for a moment.

"This is not the most important thing. The key point is that news from my widow..."

"Jiu Tian came to Qian Hua in person?" Bei Yehan took Qian Ming's words.

"how do you know?"

Qian Ming widened his eyes and asked.

Just this news, the top ten elders are fine, if they know that Chu Xin is breaking the curse on his son and give them some courage, they will have to wait quietly.

But nine days is different.

"How can he swallow his mother-in-law's embarrassment in public?" Bei Yehan said with the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Xin'er has always been something he wanted to hold tightly in his hand, but he couldn't hold it. Just now, the emperor got the news that Ye An has escaped his control."

Hearing this, Sheng Chuxin raised his eyebrows.

"After spending so much time, neither party can benefit from it. I'm afraid he will die of anger?" She gloated and asked.

It's better to piss him off!

"Ye An, he has no chance no matter what, Bei Yeyi is the king now, and you here..." Bei Yehan fixed his faint eyes on Sheng Chuxin.

"He's dreaming!"

Sheng Chuxin's face darkened, and said.

Before the seal was lifted, Jiu Tian hadn't benefited from her, and now, he couldn't even think about it.

"Ahan, you should go to practice, go to the beast land, you can advance faster."

she suggested.

"No, I'm protecting the law outside." Bei Yehan said.

"It's the early stage of destroying chess, nine days, and I haven't paid attention to it yet."

"What are you guys talking about? Bei Yedi, you...you actually practiced destroying chess?" Qian Ming was speechless.

After entering the micro, watching the micro, entering the language, watching the language, entering the dream, watching the dream, and making a judgment, the chess is ruined. He has reached the stage of destroying the chess. How many people on this holy land are in the stage of destroying the chess? Nine days? I'm afraid he is not, right?

"Then, Uncle Qianman's curse has been undone as soon as possible," Sheng Chuxin said.

"Xin'er, don't be too hasty." Seeing her saying this, Bei Yehan told her.

"I see."

Sheng Chuxin nodded.

"You also have to be careful, Jiutian is a person, if he is not bright, he will be dark. Be careful in everything."

"Um."

Bei Yehan nodded.

...

At the enchantment of Qianhua Holy Land, a group of people came out of the vortex, eight of them carried a black soft sedan chair on their shoulders, although they were squeezed by the spiritual power in the vortex, they still landed steadily. On the ground, his face didn't change a bit.

"Ghost Emperor, we have arrived at Qianhua."

A guard on the side approached the soft sedan and said.

"Let's go, Qian Shi Clan." Jiu Tian's voice came from the soft sedan chair.

"Thousands of generations?"

The guard was puzzled, and looked up at the black curtain in puzzlement.

"Ghost Emperor, don't we go to the temple first?"

They came here to question the saintess. Instead of going to the temple, they went directly to the Qianshi clan. Wouldn't it be a joke?

This, okay?

"Huh? Are you questioning the emperor's words?"

When Jiutian's cold voice came, the guard immediately lowered his head in fright.

"The subordinates dare not."

How dare he, it's just a little strange, even if they knew that Sheng Xueqing was not in the temple, they should go to the temple first, right?

It's just that he didn't expect that the ghost emperor didn't even bother to pay attention to these superficial efforts, and was so anxious.

"Let's go, go to the Qianshi Clan."

Hearing his words, the guards carrying the sedan chair flew forward immediately without stopping for a moment.