The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 438 Bloodletting
Feng Yunshang didn't expect that Xing Yufan would shoot as soon as he said he would.

She is a Saintess of the Soul Clan, and her status in the Soul Clan is no worse than that of the Lord of the Twelve Halls!
It's okay for Xing Yufan to be scruples, but the shot is still so heavy!
Finally said she was a dirty thing!

She is a saint, so far perfect!
Not those whore-like soul envoys of the soul clan!

If you really think she is a dirty thing, then why do you always call her "Shang'er" and "Shang'er"?
This is what Feng Yunshang is most angry about.

She thought she was different in Xing Yufan's eyes, but unexpectedly...

Feng Yunshang was seriously injured by him waving his sleeves. The soul envoys present did not even dare to say a word, and they all pretended to be fixed to heal their injuries, and had no intention of paying attention.

The corners of Feng Zhuo's mouth curved.

"Young master, you seem to be very happy?" Xing Yufan's voice sounded beside him.

Feng Zhuo raised his eyelids and said, "None of your business?"

"Young master, why aren't you surprised? Could it be that my speed is not fast enough?" Xing Yufan performed in front of Feng Zhuo several times and suddenly appeared and disappeared. Seeing that Feng Zhuo really didn't look surprised at all, he just can give up.

He withdrew the sharpness of his fingertips with great regret, and said, "I thought I could collect the blood of the young master this time!"

Feng Zhuo looked at the bowl that disappeared in his palm, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

She has a strong tolerance in her heart, and after seeing his strange speed a few times, she naturally has no expression when he suddenly appears beside her.

It's just that she didn't expect that Xing Yufan actually wanted to scare her with this thing, and then planned to manually bleed her when she was frightened! ! !

Feng Zhuo really didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment, but if she was given a dagger, she would stab it without hesitation.

At this time, the flying monster of the soul clan had already landed on the open space, Feng Zhuo jumped off the back of the monster and looked forward.

The reason why the Dark Swamp has this name is because of the black miasma that hangs over the swamp all year round!

"Young master, aren't you afraid? But it's useless for you to be afraid, the hall will take you inside forcibly." Xing Yufan said excitedly.

Feng Zhuo couldn't help rolling his eyes, because he couldn't scare her by himself, so he wanted to use something in the dark swamp to scare her?
Are the things there more terrifying than "being struck to death by thunder"?

"Xing Yufan, why doesn't the miasma come out?" Feng Zhuo asked, looking sideways at the people beside him.

On Xing Yufan's fair and handsome face, the smile faltered, and he subconsciously asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"You are alone, what is there to be afraid of?" Feng Zhuo asked back.

In Xing Yufan's black eyes that were as bright as the starry sky, a dazzling ray of light flashed past, as if the most beautiful fashion flashed across the night sky, he bent his lips, and replied: "The miasma is bound by the law of heaven and earth. !"

"That should be the work of that ancient family, right? Didn't those miasmas exist from the very beginning?" Feng Zhuo sighed.

To be able to use the laws of heaven and earth, that ancient family is really powerful!
"You want to know? I'll take you in to have a look!" After Xing Yufan's words fell, Feng Zhuo felt a violent spiritual power enveloping her, the scene in front of her was changing rapidly, and she was in the dark swamp in the blink of an eye.

Feng Zhuo stared wide-eyed, looking at the surrounding scenery.

"Young master, look at your feet..."

(End of this chapter)