The Talented Doctor

Meng Zisu screamed in fright, "Ke Yanhuai, you beast, dare you touch me! I won't let you go!"

"Go away! Go away! Don't touch me, don't touch me——!!!"

But the more Meng Zisu screamed, the more excited Ke Yanhuai got, and he reached out and grabbed Meng Zisu by the collar and tugged fiercely.

Just hearing the sound of "tear and pull", Meng Zisu's outer shirt was torn, revealing the pinkish-purple bellyband and crystal-clear skin inside.

Ke Yanhuai's eyes were red, panting and staring at the girl's crystal-clear and delicate skin like suet jade, wishing to bite it directly and swallow the person into his abdomen.

Meng Zisu was full of despair, resentment, and madness, and suddenly a green porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

In this porcelain bottle is the poisonous [broken Changsan] that Xi Yue just taught them to refine. As long as it is applied a little, the spiritual power will be corroded, and the death will be extremely miserable in the end.

There is no antidote on her right now. If the porcelain bottle is broken, she will die with Ke Yanhuai.

However, Meng Zisu's tearful eyes were full of determination.

Even if she died, she wouldn't let Ke Yanhuai this beast succeed.

Just when Meng Zisu was about to smash the porcelain bottle, a scream of screams suddenly came from above.

Immediately afterwards, Ke Yanhuai, who had originally pressed her to tear her clothes, was thrown out.

A pair of trembling hands grasped the clothes, wrapped her gently, and hugged her up.

Meng Zisu touched the unfamiliar man's breath, and instinctively wanted to scream and struggle.

The porcelain bottle with broken heart loose in his hand fell, making a crisp sound, and the poisonous mist filled.

Song Zhen quickly grabbed Meng Zisu into his arms with a quick hand, a sudden volume of spiritual power in his hand, and quickly swept away the poisonous fog.

However, no matter how fast it is, Song Zhen and Ke Yanhuai have also sucked in some.

Song Zhen's cultivation is superb, so this bit of poisonous fog is nothing to him, but Ke Yanhuai let out a scream, his face fell to the ground with blue and purple, and his body kept twitching and trembling.

"Don't touch me, get out, don't touch me——!!!"

Meng Zisu kept crying and struggling, his nails scratched Song Zhen's face with bleeding marks, but Song Zhen didn't notice it, hugged her tightly, softly soothed, "Zisu, be good, it's okay, it's okay. Up."

"Perilla, as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you, you believe me... I will be responsible for you, I won't leave you behind, never..."

Meng Zisu slowly stopped crying, and her ears seemed to be echoing the sound she had heard a long time ago.

"Don't be afraid... Hey, don't move... It will be fine in a while, um...! I'm sorry... I can't help it..."

"I don't know who you are... But I will be responsible for you... I won't leave you behind, and won't let you leave me..."

It was the low, light and dumb boy who made her slowly rise in the tenderness and sorrow of being cared for in despair.

Obviously it was a man who met in peace and took advantage of her, but she felt inexplicably trustworthy and reliable.

After three years ago, Meng Zisu’s life changed drastically. All of her relatives left her, and her lover abandoned her as if she were walking on foot. She became alone, abandoned, scolded, and forgotten. .

But today, she experienced the feeling of being cared for and pityed again, as if she was still the treasure held in the palm of her hand, not the garbage abandoned by the world.