Xiao Yu’s injury is the Nangong’s work?

how come?

Xiao Yu is a spiritual fox. The blood on his body can solve a hundred poisons. This is the only magical medicine in the world. Is Nangong’s head in the water? Still being clipped by the door? Will this ridiculous thing be done?

Wan Haoyu’s finger was on the pulse of Xiao’s body. Suddenly, the finger trembled a little. His twilight gradually became dignified, and his finger pressed against her pulse. After a while, he let go of Xiao’s pulse and felt. To the nervous sight of the slave, Wan Yuyu had an illusion. If he said it was not as good as the slave, the slave would kill him immediately.

"How?" Xiao Yu looked at Wan Yuyu's face and her face. She had a bad feeling.

"Say."

The cold voice of the slaves slammed Wan Yuyu.

Wan Haoyu took a breath and faced the enchanting slave, but she was still very scared.

"You let the son say it, but there is something that you can't listen to, don't blame me."

The ominous premonition in Xiao Yu’s heart is getting stronger and stronger.

"This matter has nothing to do with you. I and the slaves will not blame you. Just say it!"

"Oh, your body is hurt too much, and it has so much blood. I am afraid there is no medicine..."

"Fart, you are a quack, you are not a doctor to heal yourself, but dare to talk here indiscriminately, I want to tear your quack."

Wan Yuyu was scared to hide behind Xiao Yu, see Xiao Yu grabbed the slave's arm, and the slave couldn't hurt him. Wan Yuyu said with anger: "Nanling is a medicine, where the herbs and medical skills are better than Dongjin. My body hurts like this. I don't believe that you didn't find a doctor in Nanling. The doctor in Nanling can't cure it. You brought her here for so many days. Can she still save? You have been lying in this coffin for a long time, and what do you say I am a quack?"

Wan Yuyu said more and more: "I tell you this enchanting murderer. In this world, only I can rob people from the scorpion king. If I say that I can't save people, then I must have saved them."

The slave boy stared at Wan Yuyu with red eyes, and his nails went up in madness, flying toward the fragile neck of Wan Yu.

"Oh! I am dripping my mother!"

Wan Haoyu turned and ran away, it was terrible.

The slave's long nails are chasing after him.

Xiao Yu saw that the slaves had killed the Wan Yuyu, and she was shocked: "Nur, don't kill him."

Wan Yuyu saw a familiar handsome face, he ran to him quickly, shouting in his mouth: "Feng Lingran, help! There is a enchanting want to kill me."

"Feng Lingran" glanced at the room and let Wan Yuyu disappointed. He did not intend to take care of this business.

Wan Yuyu is alive and dead, and he has no relationship at all.

Wan Yuyu looked at Feng Lingran and passed him by. He didn’t mean anything. He stayed and said sadly: "Feng Lingran, we are friends of Jinlan, but you can’t help me. ?"

"Feng Lingran" turned around, Wan Yuyu ecstasy in his heart, said quickly: "I will know, you will not see death."

“Feng Lingran” smiled and shook his head: “The deity just wants to tell you that the deity is not Feng Lingran.”

"what?"

Wan Yuyu was completely stunned.

"If you continue to stay, the slave's nails will wear your head." Purple clothes kindly reminded.

Wan Yuyu took a sip of cold air and saw the terrible nails that came flying. He had a wind on his soles and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The slaves took back the long nails and said disdainfully: "There is nothing to use, there is something to run."

The purple clothes went into the room and saw the anger on the face of the slave. He laughed and said: "You have no intention of killing him."

As for the kid's effort, if the slave is really going to kill him, Wan Yuyu can't escape the room.

The slave snorted: "The next time he dares to talk nonsense, I will kill him."

This time, he looked at the face of the lady and let the useless thing run. Q8zc

"What did he say?" asked the purple coat.

The slaves shut up and did not answer, and the red dragons were cold.

Xiao Yu sighed: "Wan Yuyu said that my body is incurable, Master, you tell me, can I not go back to my body?"

The purple dress saw the sadness in Xiao Yu. He reached out and saw her pull into her arms. She saw a feather fan in her hand, exuding the unique atmosphere of a man. He rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes flashed uncomfortable, and she pulled her out. The fan of the hand was thrown out.

Xiao Yu looked at the fan that was thrown out, and it was a bit strange.

"Feng Ling has cleanliness and does not like the smell of other men on you." This is why he throws out the lupin.

Xiao Yu turned back to the line of sight and looked at the beautiful face of God. He almost forgot. The man in front of him was Feng Lingran. The purple clothes entered Feng Lingran's body, and some of them were Feng Lingran's instinctive reaction.

The purple dress looked at the girl with her eyes closed on the bed and said slowly: "There is no soul in your body. The wound will heal very slowly. You have so much blood. Now there is only one breath, so in this world." In the doctor's eyes, your body has no medicine to save."

Xiao Yu’s apex trembled, his eyes flashed brightly, and his little hand grasped the arm of the purple dress tightly: “Master, do you mean that you have a way to save me?”

The purple clothes smiled, and the finger gently scraped on her pretty nose: "If the teacher has a way to save you, how can you repay this little fox as a teacher?"

Xiao Yu heard the words, the heart was relieved, the road of nowhere, the purple clothes, she was relieved.

"You are a master, and you have to repay your own disciples?"

"The brothers still have a clear account, not to mention the mentoring? There is no equal remuneration, so the teacher does not make a loss."

Xiao Yu whispered: "I gave the dowry to the master half."

The slave was shocked, but did not stop Xiao Yu. The dowry is important, but it is not so important compared to Xiao Yu’s life. He also knows that the great **** of purple has this ability to save Xiao Yu, even if all the dowry All give the purple clothes, he feels the value.

The purple robes saw a little fox on his face with a painful love, and the sorrow on his face was deeper: "If you are willing to give all the dowry as a teacher, how can you guarantee the body of a living dragon?"

"Master, don't you think this is too greedy?"

"I don't think it is for the teacher."

"Miss, give it to him! Those dowries are important, but they are not as important as Miss's body."

The purple dress said with a smile: "Little children, you see slaves are more generous than you."

Xiao Yu’s face is depressed, the dowry is not a slave, she is of course generous...

"Slave, give the treasure of the treasure chest to the master."

The slave's peach blossoms flashed a little, and after the treasure chest was taken away from the forbidden place by Wan Yuyu, he was not too worried, because the key to open the treasure chest was in his hand. If there is no such key, even if it is through the heavens, don't want to open the treasure chest. Lock.

The slave took a key from the crimson sleeve, but did not immediately give the purple dress: "I don't have a problem with the key, I only have one request, the dowry in the treasure chest, and divide me."

Purple clothes raised an eyebrow and looked at the key in her hand: "You are not greedy, but the deity does not necessarily need the key in your hand."

The slave smirked and smiled: "Is it? Then I will put the keys away."

Xiao Yu took two people, and Ming Hao appreciated the look of the slave, and the purple clothes probably didn’t know. The treasure chest must have a key to open it?

Purple clothes are so arrogant now, if you can't open the treasure chest, what kind of expression is it? She is looking forward to it.

After this day, the purple clothes did not rush to open the treasure chest, but to find and collect medicines, retreat alchemy. To save Xiao Yu’s body, he must first heal the sword wound of Xiao Yu’s soul.

Feng Lingran was the regent of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He did not go to the DPRK for a few days, nor did he sue to the emperor. The incident was abnormal. The court members of the palace had a lot of arguments, which made the emperor's face a difficult face.

Among the palaces, the royal study.

"The emperor, the regent king has not come to the DPRK for many days, the backlog of the chapters into the mountains, the Jiangbei insect disaster, the Huizhou flood, these are the disasters that cannot be delayed! The emperor, the minister, etc., please take back the right of the regent to correct the seal."

The left phase made the Dugong down. Then, Liu Shangshu and the clerk of the Ministry of Education, Wei Zhongguo, also fell.

"Please reclaim the real power of the emperor and abolish the right of the regent to correct the seal."

Feng Junyong's twilight is a bit deep, his fingers are turning the **** jade finger on his thumb. Since he sat on this throne, he has not even personally corrected a piece of music. This is not because he does not want to correct the seal, but when the father is dying. Feng Feng is the regent king, and most of them are led by the Regent. Even the chapter must be Feng Lingran personally stamped, only to watch the government. Not only that, but the father also gave the military power of the Eastern Jin Dynasty to Feng Lingran. If his emperor dared to act rashly, Feng Lingran could kill him and replace it.

When Feng Junyong thinks about this matter, his heart is not happy for a while. Since the father is so inclined to Feng Lingran, why should he let him be the emperor? Instead of directly passing the throne to Feng Lingran?

Feng Junyong tightened his fingers, and his twilight was dull. He was not willing to be an emperor. He wanted to regain the right of Feng Lingran, and let the father of the dead see it in the spirit of heaven. He is the real master of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

"The Regent King commanded the three army, for the country's effectiveness, contributed to it, how can he relentlessly withdraw his real power?" Feng Junyong gathered his look, a pair of worried about the country and the people, continued to say: "Several Ai Qing, I want to ask you to help me with one thing."

Zuo Xiang, Liu Shangshu, and the minister of the Ministry of Rites: "The minister is willing to work for the emperor."

"You will go to the Regent Palace in person tomorrow, please come to the Regent."

Zuo Xiang, Liu Shangshu, and the priests and ministers have different looks and have something to say. Feng Junyong waved his hand and did not give them a chance to speak.

"Lack of it, you all go down!"

Three people came out, some shook their heads, and some sighed.

"Although Feng Lingran is not a fake for the country, but in these years, he has not put the emperor in his eyes. The last time he refused to participate in the celebration feast, this time it is even worse, even the early days are not coming, the chapter Not approved, he wants the emperor to go to the Regent Palace to ask him?" Liu Shangshu angered.