The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

Mu Zhiqing wrapped her hands around Ling Yunting's neck, her fair and delicate face filled with a clear and moving smile.

"Yun Ting, why are you here today?"

Ling Yunting looked at the woman who smiled like a little fox in her arms, and the look of helplessness in her handsome eyes grew thicker.

"Asked knowingly."

Mu Zhiqing raised her eyebrows and said meaningfully: "I heard people say that you came for a genius..."

The deliberately elongated tone made her feel funny.

Rao knew that she deliberately teased, but the man still looked at her seriously and said: "There is no one else, only you."

The deep voice is abnormally magnetic, and the moment it enters the ear, it feels like honey, which makes people feel sweeter.

The curvature of Mu Zhiqing's lips gradually rose, and the smile between her eyebrows and eyes became stronger.

It is so clean and tidy to solve things, it is difficult to make a misunderstanding.

Come to think of it, Bai Chenxiang probably didn't count this...

"Why are you injured?"

Ling Yunting's eyes fell on the wound, and the wound on the woman's shoulder was shocking. At a glance, he could tell that the other party came with murderous intent. It was not a simple discussion.

"Previously, there was a conflict with the Yunling Race, and we had a life and death battle."

While talking, Mu Zhiqing looked at Ling Yunting's attitude, and there was a slight guilty conscience.

This is because the master told her more than once that nothing is as important as her life. Don't be too impulsive. Never thought that she would have a life and death battle with others.

It's just that the entire Xuanchu Academy is respectable, even if it is concealed, it is useless...

Hearing these words, Ling Yunting's eyes suddenly condensed, and Li Mang flashed away.

"People of Yunling Race are asking you trouble?"

"No, it's just that there will be conflicts when so many people get along."

Mu Zhiqing smiled slightly, but a hint of curiosity filled his eyes, and smiled: "If they deliberately trouble me, what should I do?"

"Let them disappear." Ling Yunting said.

The indifferent and chilly voice was domineering and stern, with an indifferent meaning.

The smile in Mu Zhiqing's eyes gradually deepened, and before she could speak, she heard the man's voice rang again.

"There will be such a thing in the future, don't make a life and death battle."

Mu Zhiqing raised her eyes, her eyebrows gradually frowned.

"Even if you are really killed, I will clean up the mess for you." Ling Yunting said.

"Pump."

Mu Zhiqing couldn't help but laugh, "Your honor, Xuanchu Academy has regulations that don't allow private hands, except for life and death battles, let alone taking human lives. Are you teaching me to foul?"

"Others are others, you are you."

Ling Yunting said it for granted, "You are the future hostess of Emperor Moon Continent, how do they compare with you?"

Mu Zhiqing: "..." It seems to make sense.

In an instant, Ling Yunting had placed Mu Zhiqing on the bed and took out the healing medicine.

"That... I'll just do it myself."

Seeing Ling Yunting's gaze on her shoulder, Mu Zhiqing couldn't help but remind her as if she didn't mean to leave.

Ling Yunting looked at the injury behind the woman and said, "Can you handle it yourself?"

"No problem." Mu Zhiqing nodded again and again, "Even if it is really impossible to deal with, there are little fairies to help me."

Looking at the little shame on the woman’s pretty face, Ling Yunting’s eyes were stained with a smile, he put the things on Mu Zhiqing’s hands, and exhorted: “Handle it quickly, you can’t delay, I’ll wait outside. How are you?"

Mu Zhiqing smiled, "Okay."