The slave is like a demon. He can't hear the sound of "cherry child". The long nails have reached the chest of "Feng Lingran". When he grows an inch, he will pierce his chest and dig his heart.

"Do not hurt my master."

Xiao Yu yelled, and quickly reached out a small hand, grabbed the slave's nails, bright red blood, flowing out of her palm, dripping on the chest of the purple coat.

The purple clothes saw Xiao Yu’s blood flowing, and he waved his hand, and the slave’s nails broke into two pieces.

"Slain, are you crazy? She is your lady. To save you, her soul is already weak. Why did you hurt her?"

The purple clothes looked at the slaves coldly, ignoring the surprised expression on the face of the slave. His palms were gently attached to the back of Xiao Yu’s hand: "Little children, open their hands."

Xiao Yu opened his palm, hurting his eyebrows, sharp nails, leaving two **** wounds in her palm, although not too serious, but also shocking.

The purple coat saw it and rubbed his eyebrows. I didn't know where to change a white medicinal herb, crushed into powder, and sprinkled on the wound of her palm.

The medicine is amazing, the wound heals at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, the wound is completely scarred and does not hurt at all. Q8zc

Xiao Xiao’s small manual movement, the twilight and bright look of the beautiful face of the purple unparalleled face: "Master, your medicine is amazing."

Purple eyebrows, the demon laughed: "If you don't have this ability, how can you be the master of this little fox?"

"Miss, you are really... my lady?"

The slave boy holds Xiao Yan, who is covered in blood in his arms, and walks in front of the "cherry child". He looks at the delicate face of "cherry child", especially the eyes of the clear spirit, not like the cherished child. As weak as it is.

The slave thought of Xiao Yu’s soul to save him, and thought of the soul of the purple clothes into his body, breaking the curse of the bamboo sinister.

The slaves suddenly burst into tears and grabbed the arm of the "cherry child" with one hand: "Miss, sorry, I don't know if you are, slaves are damn..."

Xiao Yu saw the slaves loosening her arms, and the nails were drawn toward her palms. She was shocked and caught the slave's hand very quickly.

"Slavery, I don't know who is not guilty, I don't blame you, don't hurt yourself."

Xiao Yu saw the familiar and pale face in the slave's arms. The body was like reddish blood. Her face was white and white, and the trembling asked: "How can my body hurt so seriously?"

The slave pupa floated up with a strong killing intention: "It is Nangong Temple. The guards in his palace beat the young lady like this. If the slaves go to the night again, the lady will be killed alive. Nangong, you give me Wait, I will hurt you in the pain of the lady, a hundred times still on your body."

Xiao Yu was so dark that she didn’t think that Nan Gongyi would treat her like this and be killed alive. What kind of cruel punishment?

"Nu, do you know why Nangong is killing me?"

"The people around him can't accommodate the lady. He can only give up the lady for his loved ones."

When the slaves thought of rushing to save the lady, in addition to the beating guards, Nangong’s mother and Qiulan were present. His red dragonfly flashed through the cold darkness. Yes, those two women are theirs. Command, the guards will fight the lady.

Even so, he will give Nangong a sum of money for this account. If it is not because of Nangong, the two women will not kill the young lady.

Nangong Temple for your loved ones?

Xiao Yu soon thought of the former queen, could it be said that the former queen could not accommodate her? Or is Qiulan provoking in front of the former queen?

For whatever reason, Nangong’s desire to kill her for her mother’s mother-in-law is really chilling.

She thought that even if Nangong had her other purpose, she would at least protect her and not kill her like this cruelly.

She looked at herself high.

She is in the heart of Nangong, but it is a dispensable piece. It is as simple as lifting her hand.

"Little, your soul comes out of her body and tries to return to his body."

The voice of the purple enchanting beauty sounded in Xiao Yu’s ear.

Xiao Yu nodded and squinted his eyes, and the soul began to pull away from the body of the child.

After a while.

The person in the purple dress opened her eyes, and she uncomfortably shook her head in the purple dress: "Master, my soul is particularly uncomfortable when leaving the body of the cherished child. There is an ominous premonition that will be annihilated at any time."

The face of the purple coat changed slightly, and the finger was placed on the pulse of Xiao Yu. A force penetrated into her body. After a while, the eyebrows of the purple coat became deeper and deeper.

"Little, your body and soul are suffering from serious sword injuries at the same time. Although the body injury has been well treated, your soul hurts without any treatment. In this case, your soul will Very weak, rashly leaving the body, your soul will not be able to withstand the spiritual power of this nature, the soul can not be destroyed, but it is also very unfavorable to you. We are not in a hurry for this time, waiting for your soul After the injury is done, it is not too late for the soul to return to your own body."

After a pause, the purple dress said: "But, for the teacher to remind you, don't let the soul of the cherished child take the opportunity to press down your soul. If you don't want to see her, you just want to see you."

Xiao Yu looked at the purple clothes with some stunned look. The little face was paler than before, as if it were a fragile glass doll.

Is the soul also injured by a sword?

"Miss, you told the slave, who hurt you?" The slave's **** red murder seems to kill, and his gaze suddenly turns to "Feng Lingran", gnashing his teeth and asking: "Miss, is he?"

When the eyes of the kimono see the slaves, there will be more infiltrations. He hurriedly said: "Nu, you don't make a mistake, the deity is purple, not Feng Lingran, don't look at the deity with this murderous look. ""

"I know." The person he saw was Feng Lingran.

"Nu, not him, is Nangong." Xiao Yu thought of the sword in the dark night, piercing her shoulders, and the eyes of Nangong’s eyes only stayed in the Xiaoling of Feng Lingran’s arms, but I didn't look at her. At that time, she would die in front of Nangong, and Nangong would probably not frown.

Chess pieces! After all, it is a chess piece.

"It is Nangong Temple." The slaves took back their sights and held their fingers tightly. The red scorpion was **** and cold. He really hated that he could not kill the beast of Nangong.

Xiao Yu reached out and grabbed the slave's clothes corner and shook it gently: "The slave, it is not worth anger for that kind of person, this hatred, I will report it myself."

Purple clothes nodded, quite agree: "Nur, the deity believes that this matter, you should not intervene. Your lady has her own ideas, let her personally avenge themselves!"

This little fox needs to be experienced in order to become stronger and stronger, and will not be bullied by others in the future.

Isn’t Nan Gongyi an object of the best experience for this little fox?

"But..."

"Slavery, you remember, she is your lady, what she said is the order, not tolerate you."

The voice of the purple clothes went cold, and the body exudes a strong breath. The slaves never felt such a strong breath, and even his soul trembled.

The slaves looked at the purple clothes, the red dragonfly flashed doubts, and what was the sacred purple dress?

***************

At present, the Regent Palace is undoubtedly the best place for Xiao Yu to recover.

The slaves also lived in the Regent's Palace, guarding the body of Xiao Yu's serious injury.

Xiao Yu once again entered the Regent Palace, and her status has undergone tremendous changes. She is no longer a substitute for the Regent's forbidden foot. It has become a treasure treasured by the Regent's hands.

Wan Yuyu came to the Regency Palace and saw Xiao Yu sitting outside in the sun. His eyes flashed in surprise: "Isn't this son told you that you were banned by Feng Ling? He was mad? I put you out again. ?"

Xiao Yu glanced at Wan Yuyu and smiled. "Yu Saobao, is your **** hurt?"

Wan Yuyu’s face was ugly, and she walked over to Xiao Yu’s face. The fan fan knocked on her head and lowered her voice: “Not all of you because of this little fox?”

Xiao Yu grabbed the feather fan in the hands of Wan Yu Yu. When he came to grab, the fan fan rotated a beautiful arc in her finger, and he grabbed an empty space.

"Hey, return the lupin to the son."

Xiao Yu got up from the bamboo chair, and the lupin fan patted the rhythm in the palm of his hand: "Feather Sao bag, you will use it to beat my head next time, I promise, you will see its body."

Wan Yuyu said nervously: "This son is only making a joke with you, hey, don't be so serious!"

Xiao Yu smiled, and the feather fan suddenly knocked on the head of Wan Yuyu. Seeing that Wan Yuyu’s face was not very good-looking, she continued: “I’m just just making a joke with you, you won’t care about me? ”

Wan Hao’s mouth is slightly pumping. This little fox doesn’t know, is the man’s head untouchable? What's more, being beaten?

"This is a large number of adults, how can you care about it? Return the fan to me."

Wan Yuyu went to grab the fan of Xiao Yu’s hand.

Xiao Yu’s arm moved to the right and did not let him grab it. He said, “Help me save a person, I will pay you back.”

Wan Yuyu followed Xiao Yu into the room and saw a slave in a red robe. His heart trembled and he instinctively turned and wanted to get out.

A bang.

The door closed in front of Wan Yuyu, his nose hit the door, and the painful tears almost fell out.

Wan Yuyu turned again and saw the **** eyes of the slave. He trembled and looked at Xiao Yu: "Hey, look at the part of the son who saved you, can you be in the slave? Tell me a good word in front of the girl? Let her let me go?"

Xiao Yu raised her eyebrows and glanced at the slave. She saw her red and gloomy staring at Wan Yuyu. Xiao Xiao smiled and said to Wan Yuyu: "Let her let go of you, what is the difficulty? As long as you put him Miss The wounded doctor is cured."

Wan Yuyu followed Xiao Yu’s hand in the direction of the fan finger and saw the **** blood on the bed. The pale and fragile face was Xiao Yu’s deity.

Wan Yuyu was shocked and couldn't believe it: "Hey, how could it be like this?"

The slavery’s red dragonfly is a cold killing: “All the worship of the Nangong Temple is given by the beast.”