The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

At this time, Bijingxuan was also a mess.

When Tunxi entered the palace where he lived, he saw the middle-aged man who was pressed on the bed again and his face was ugly.

Although not as violent as I did last time, the situation is not much better than it was at the beginning.

The eyes of middle-aged men have lost their focal lengths, just like being covered with white fog, their movements and behaviors are getting out of control, as if they are going to break out at any time.

The bundles were taken by one of the subordinates, but they hesitated whether they would tie people up.

When Tunxi came in, some people exclaimed: "You, boy, you are finally here. Don't you say that the disease that you will have in the past few days will not happen?"

The middle-aged man who was pressed gave a roar and the whole person almost bounced.

The voice of Qiu Shuji was sharply changed: "Hey, what are you doing? Are you not treating yourself? If you have something to say, you don't want to go out alive!"

Tunxi had not had time to say anything. The Nangong Temple next to him had already sunk and sank, and his eyes passed through the strong killing.

Tunxi grabbed him and motioned him to calm down. The silver needle in his hand had been taken out and shot at the middle-aged man who was getting more and more abnormal.

Sure enough, the silver needle entered the body, the mood of the middle-aged man immediately stabilized, and the gaze of losing focus was gradually clear, and then the whole person was tired and slumbered.

Everyone sighed with relief, and one of the thin man looked badly at Tunxi: "What the **** is going on? You better explain it to me?"

Tunxi didn't pay attention to him. He walked quickly to the middle-aged man and reached for his pulse.

The thin man looked at the attitude of Tunxi and felt uncomfortable in his heart. He must reach out and teach him.

But his hand just stretched out, but suddenly in midair, his face with a look of surprise.

The hand he raised was like a force that was nailed to the air and could not be moved at half.

The look of the thin man's suspicious eyes looked at the Nangong Temple next to the Xixi River, but he only felt very ordinary. At first glance, there was nothing special.

Did he start with himself? Should it be impossible? However, it is a low-level warrior in the lower bounds of the district...

Just thinking, another person came over and pressed his hand, Shen Sheng: "Strictly, calm down, now only the little one can save the honor."

The thin man who was called Yan Yan thought that he was stopping the person in front of him, and immediately angered: "Wei Jianxing, I see you are faint, how can such a stupid boy save his life? He is not Say, you will not get sick in ten days, will the situation get better and better? Now? How can you believe this kind of person?"

Just for the middle-aged man to turn around the pulse of the Tunxi heard the words, his face showed a deep sneer: "Exactly, I also want to ask, why I just diagnosed that the condition of the predecessor was stable two days ago, but now it is Suddenly worsened?"

"Bad boy, isn't it that you diagnosed it wrong..."

Quxi seems to have never heard the harsh screaming, but coldly said: "Who can tell me, on these two days, who has given the drug to the brain to suppress the painful disease? Do you forget me? However, during the preparation for surgery, can you only take the medicine I prescribed? Or do you want to kill someone?"

As soon as this statement came out, there was a dead silence in the whole room.