There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 22 Leaving the ruined temple (1)
Yang Churuo coughed a few more times, hugged her curled up body, and suddenly smiled softly.

The child... What does she want the child to do, if she is reborn on her body, she will not have a good life. Chang'er is an example.

She hates, she hates so much.

"Cough...cough...cough...cough..." Yang Churuo coughed suddenly, one after another, he coughed up half a cup of tea before he finished coughing, his face was flushed, his veins swelled, and he even coughed up bitter water. The last mouthful of blood was coughed up, and he passed out on the verge of death.

Feng Ling frowned, unconsciously turning the jadeite finger in his hand, pondered for a while, stretched out his hand, and put his palm on her shoulder, and the continuous internal force spread around her body again.

These days, he has continued to save her life, but her body is getting weaker and weaker, especially after losing her child, she has plummeted, and she is afraid that if this continues, her life will be lost.

His skill had already recovered by one or two levels, and it was easy to leave here, because he was unable to leave because of renewing her life, and his true energy was exhausted.

Now, just relying on his weak true energy, I am afraid that he will not be able to help her for a long time. That doctor Zhang is even less likely to be able to cure her body injuries, unless the young master of a family of genius doctors can possibly cure her.

As the zhenqi flowed to Yang Churuo bit by bit, Feng Ling's face became paler and paler, and it took a long time to slowly withdraw his power.The inner strength abundant in intuition was taken away sharply, just like the warm spring in March, when it suddenly rained heavily, it was freezing to the bone.

His indifferent eyes suddenly turned cold, and he flicked his big hand, "Who?"

"Subordinate Ye Xiao has seen the master." A ghostly figure suddenly jumped over from the window, knelt down on one leg, and bowed respectfully to Feng Ling, with joy on his honest face, And panic.

"Why did you come here so late?" Feng Ling's face was ugly, with his hands behind his back, he condescended to look directly at the owl, with an expressionless face on his indifferent face.

"My lord, forgive me. Since the last time I failed to assassinate the Emperor of Chu, my brothers have suffered heavy losses. They were exiled elsewhere, and suffered... poof..."

Before Ye Xiao could finish his sentence, he was slapped flying by Feng Ling's palm, and hit the stone pillar with such force that the corrupt temple almost collapsed.

"If you don't do things well, you can't do things well. There are so many reasons." Feng Ling's palm slapped, and the wound was torn, blood overflowed, and the black clothes were stained red. He staggered and almost fell down.

"Master." Ye Xiao was startled, he didn't care about his dignity, he got up to help him, but was slapped hard, "Presumptuous."

"Master." Ye Xiaofu knelt down again.With a lot of thoughts, how much injury did the master suffer?If it was in the past, with this palm, he would be disabled if he didn't die, but now it's just a surge of viscera.

Feng Ling closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while, and the dissipated true energy recovered bit by bit. A cold light swished on his fresh and handsome face, making people dare not approach him.

"Shang'er...Shang'er...please, don't hurt him..."

"Shang'er... I beg you, save Shang'er, save Shang'er..."

Yang Churuo curled up in pain, even if she fell asleep, it was still the scene of Shang'er being forcibly thrown into the Colosseum, her wrist was torn off, her arm was chopped off, and finally she bled to death. Every scene made her life worse than death.

Naturally, Feng Ling also saw Yang Churuo's reaction. He was used to getting along these days. As long as this woman fell asleep, she would have painful nightmares.

Taking a deep breath, touching the jade wrench finger in his hand, he said lightly, "I'll spare you this time. Go back and get thirty sticks for yourself, and everyone else will each have a hundred sticks."

(End of this chapter)