The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

"Why, I haven't seen you for many years, and the saint doesn't recognize me anymore?"

The person who came was a woman, and she sat carelessly on the temple, on the golden chair that only saintesses would dare to sit on.

Although the voice is extremely soft and pleasant, but it has a sinister face, black dress, black lips, and even the fundus of the eyes are black, three parts human, but seven parts monster shape.

"Who are you……"

Sheng Xueqing's eyebrows relaxed, she looked at the visitor in surprise, and asked in doubt.

"snort."

The woman snorted coldly, and glanced at Qian Shuman who was aside.

"Sheng Xueqing, you are really cheap. You were tortured by a man back then, but now you are on good terms with a man again? If you are this seat, you will definitely kill all the men in the world, and you will never have any future troubles!"

Hearing this, Qian Shuman also frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to pull Sheng Xueqing behind him.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Who is this seat? It's not your turn to ask."

The woman's eyes sharpened, and Qian Shuman suddenly felt her breathing became short of breath, as if her neck was being strangled by a pair of invisible hands, while she looked at Sheng Xueqing.

"Sheng Xueqing, I heard that your divination skills are unparalleled in the world, why don't you come and do a divination for me, and see where I can kill that cheap daughter of yours and ascend to the position of Godmother?"

"You don't need divination, I know that it will never be possible." Sheng Xueqing replied flatly.

"Never possible? Hehehehe."

The woman laughed, and the laughter was like a magic sound, penetrating the brains of everyone in the temple, making people feel chills all over.

"You really remembered me, Sheng Xueqing."

"I never forgot, so how can I remember?" Sheng Xueqing replied to her.

"My sage advises you, it's not too late to stop now, don't really put yourself into a doomsday, before it's too late."

"Xueqing, you know her, who is she?" Qian Shu looked at Sheng Xueqing suspiciously and asked.

Didn't she just remember this woman coming, why now she said she never forgot? Who is this woman, and what grievances do she have with Xueqing?

"she is……"

"Stop talking nonsense and die!"

Sheng Xueqing hadn't finished speaking when she heard the woman yell and looked sideways, only to see her clapping her hands to the sides and attacking them.

She pushed Qian Shuman aside with her left hand, and pushed out a palm with one hand, forcefully pushing the woman back a few steps, but she also spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I was able to save you back then, and now I can take your life, stop."

Looking at the woman, she persuaded again.

"Sure enough, he is a fortune-teller. Just relying on the power of fortune-telling, he can hurt people invisible." The woman looked at the magic weapon in Sheng Xueqing's hand, her eyes tightened.

She was also hurt a little by Sheng Xueqing, so she tried her best not to spit out a mouthful of blood like Sheng Xueqing.

I knew that Sheng Xueqing was really not that easy to deal with. She had already predicted that she would come to her today, right? The magic weapon in his hand is specially used to restrain her, right?

"You wait, this seat will not let you go!"

As she spoke, she dodged and disappeared from the temple without a trace.

"Xueqing, why do you know how to use a magic weapon of the light system, take it away quickly." Qian Shuman was also frightened, and rushed forward.

You know, the people of their demon clan are most afraid of the light system. Xue Qing actually holds a light system magic weapon to fight against the enemy, which will hurt her own vitality.

Sheng Xueqing glanced at him, and put the magic weapon of the light system back into the storage bracelet.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"What can happen to me, what about you? The injury is serious?" Qian Shuman asked with concern.