Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

Qin Jinhao looked up blankly, following the black steps, the white shadow that stepped down from the sky, her always proud and cold eyes, was covered by jealousy for the first time.

Why? ! Why? !

Why can a trash that can't cultivate, but a dude who only knows to make trouble, can get this favor?

If, before this, someone said that he would be mad at the dignified King of Mu's jealousy one day, then he would only smile contemptuously and make people pull out the tongue of rumors.

But now--

Qin Jinhao had to admit that he wished to replace Mu Qingge, wishing he was the one who was favored by His Majesty the Holy King, and one day, he could become the surrendered **** in front of the world and standing above others. '!

Man, who has no ambition?

His Qin Jinhao's ambition will only be greater, not small.

As long as he seizes the opportunity in front of him, he may reach the Ninth Five-Year Plan or even stand higher.

The fists hidden in the sleeves were tightly clenched. In Qin Jinhao's eyes, there was an inevitable light. It seems that anyone who stands in front of him will be ruthlessly killed by him.

Is this a peerless powerhouse?

Qin Yiyao's eyes were fixed on the white shadow, it seemed that the appearance of this person opened up a new world for her.

Perhaps, she doesn't have to spend her life in the royal family.

Perhaps, one day, she will be able to enjoy the scenery like this man looking up to her.

As long as-she becomes stronger!

On the ground, countless people were staring at the white shadow, slowly descending.

There was shock and envy in my heart. But more of it is irresistible surrender.

The only exception is Mu Qingge.

Regarding Mr. Yokai's way of appearance, she only commented on one sentence: pretending to be forced!

Sight, retracted from the air. Inadvertently, Mu Qingge looked at the long, goose yellow figure. His shoulders are wide, but he seems very fragile.

At this moment, he was also looking up at the most powerful man on this continent.

However, his black and white eyes are so clear that there is no trace of impurities, they are still calm. It seems that there is nothing in this world that can touch his emotions.

He is like an outsider, watching everything happen.

Perhaps it was Mu Qingge who was too focused.

Caused somebody's displeasure.

Suddenly, the pressure around him increased sharply, and everyone in the banquet was pressed like a mountain, especially the goose yellow figure, being specially taken care of.

"Um..." A muffled hum broke the silence.

Mu Qingge's eyes flashed, and she saw that sick beauty was supporting the edge of the table with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. Between the white fingers, the faint red is especially eye-catching.

Frowning, she raised her eyes to look at the god-like man in the sky.

In an instant, the pressure disappeared. Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief, as if walking back from the edge of death.

And Si Mo, who was in a white robe like snow, also fell to the ground'arrogantly' and sat on the white jade dragon chair prepared for him by Emperor Qin.

The Dragon Leopard who served as his mount, stepped on the brocade ground, and roared into the air. The eight-headed dragon leopard in the air suddenly turned into eight groups of blue light, flew into its mouth, and was swallowed by it.

After that, he lay lazily on the feet of his master, closing his eyes and sleeping.

Guya also stood behind the dragon chair like a shadow, immersing himself in the darkness.

This scene seems to be true. Until the black steps disappeared, everyone slowly woke up in shock.

Even Mu Qingge is no exception.

After all, Dragon Leopard swallowed other similar scenes, which was too shocking and surpassed what was known.

‘He, how strong is he? Above the Purple Realm? Suddenly Mu Qingge had some doubts that the information he knew was not true.

"Cough cough." A cough came.

Si Mo's eyes, which could capture the sky, the sun and the moon, also slowly looked towards the place where the sound was made.

How is the emperor of Qin State as a smart person? When he followed Si Mo's eyes and saw the figure that disgusted him, the coldness in his eyes flashed, and he immediately ordered humans: "The king is uncomfortable, don't send it off quickly."

The tone seemed to make people discard a useless thing. He didn't care at all in it, and he didn't mean to pass on the imperial doctor.

The guards in the palace took the orders, and in the powerful momentum of Si Mo, the nervous king Qin Jinchen quickly lifted down. From beginning to end, the goose yellow figure never resisted half a point.

When the disgusted person left, Qin Cang glared at the queen secretly reproachfully.

The Queen Han hurriedly explained in a low voice: "The concubine thought, after all, he is the son of your majesty."

An ominous evil seed, also worthy of his son? If it wasn't for fame, he would have let this guy who defeated his father and mother died.

Qin Cang thought angrily, but did not dare to say it.

Because he didn't dare to let the person sitting on the highest seat know that he had the thought of killing a child.

"Sit." The same voice was too weak to resist, and it sounded again.

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief like an amnesty, bowed to thank you, and took their seats. For a while, it seemed that the white shadow on the high platform was the master here.

After Qin Cang sat down, he secretly glanced at the Queen Mother. The latter nodded almost impenetrably, and his eyes withdrew without leaving a trace, and he said, "Your Majesty the Holy King, it is the supreme honour of my Qin State to visit my State of Qin. Today, there is a banquet in the palace. One is to clean up the dust from His Majesty the Holy King, and secondly, I also invite His Majesty the Holy King to show his grace to see if I have some useful talents in the younger generation of Qin. I wonder what His Majesty the Holy King wants?"

These words are quite clever.

I didn't directly say that since you came to my country of Qin, I will treat you well, and you also accept some of the children of Qin as disciples, let us go through nepotism.

But, who is Si Mo?

This tactful rhetoric fell in his ears, and the corner of his lips was just a hook of unknown meaning.

The arc made everyone present suddenly nervous again. The old, for fear of angering the master, while the young are worried about how to express themselves.

Qin Cang's temples were already soaked with sweat. Just when he couldn't hold it, he was about to sue and take back the words before he suddenly heard a smile, ‘Okay! ’Falling from the sky like a sound of heaven.