The Doctor's Hand Covers the Sky: The Evil King's Wasted Concubine

Chapter 149 The Wicked Will Be Grinded by the Wicked
In a corner where the moonlight couldn't reach, a young woman in white looked at the figure gathering herbs not far away, with a haze that didn't match her face.

"Miss Ouyang, I don't think your brother Aoyun will marry you. This time I rescued you from that ghostly place, you might as well just follow me." Zhang Yuanling, who had a branch of oleander slanted into his temple, said wickedly , his hands stroked Ouyang Mingzhu's waist from time to time, causing Ouyang Mingzhu to groan tremblingly from time to time.

"Whispering, I don't believe Brother Aoyun will marry that trash." Ouyang Mingzhu resisted the impulse in her heart, and couldn't help but think of Zhang Yuanling who suddenly appeared when she was trapped in the Baguio Mausoleum. In order to survive, she had to agree to Zhang Yuanling's request, annoyed Gradually hit my heart.

"Mingzhu, you are all mine now, I will never let you marry Dugu Aoyun", Zhang Yuanling murmured ambiguously in Ouyang Mingzhu's ear.

"Really?" The corners of Ouyang Mingzhu's mouth curled slightly, but her bright face was like a poisoned hell flower, gloomy and emotionless.

"Hahahaha, could it be that Mingzhu forgot the scene where he and I were in the tomb? If Dugu Aoyun knew you were with me, me, cough, cough," Zhang Yuanling laughed wildly for a while, suddenly felt weak all over, and fell down involuntarily.

A trace of black blood spilled from the corner of Zhang Yuanling's mouth, and he raised his finger with difficulty, "You, you actually, give me, poison."

"Bitch, I wish I could chop you into pieces. Do you think you got me? Let me tell you, I only love Brother Aoyun. Even if yours is on my body, so what? Invisible", Ouyang Mingzhu stared at Zhang Yuanling coldly, the corners of her lips curved into a bloodthirsty arc, that sinister smile made Zhang Yuanling, who has always been doing evil, shudder.

"You, how did you poison me?" Zhang Yuanling recalled every detail of the Baguio Mausoleum, and really couldn't figure out how Ouyang Mingzhu had the opportunity to poison herself.

"Haha, you already have the poison of Duanchangsan in your body. If you didn't make such a request at the beginning, I might not kill you at all. Who told you to take my innocence away from your wishful thinking? Since you asked, then I will tell you , let you die clearly," Ouyang Mingzhu whispered in the ear of Zhang Yuanling who was limp on the ground.

Zhang Yuanling's eyes widened. He didn't expect Ouyang Mingzhu to carry poison on his body, and passed the poison to himself through such a channel. Thanks to him playing with women countless times, he didn't expect that he would die in the hands of women in the end, but at this moment he regretted it. It didn't work either.

"Since you like me so much, then I'll take something from you. I think you won't refuse." Ouyang Mingzhu took out a shiny dagger from her sleeve, and with an evil smile on her lips, she turned towards Zhang Yuanling. The chest was stuck in.

Zhang Yuanling, who was eroded by the poison, could only roar intermittently. He watched the blood on his chest drip down desperately, dripping onto an antique bronze mirror in Ouyang Mingzhu's hand.

"You, you, want, what, what?" Zhang Yuanling opened his eyes wide in horror. He saw that the blood in his heart was absorbed by the bronze mirror, and his vitality disappeared quickly. His body gradually withered, aging rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, unexpectedly changing from a middle-aged man to a gray-haired old man in less than a quarter of an hour.

"Bitch, you're still pestering me." Ouyang Mingzhu looked at Zhang Yuanling, who was only skin and bone, and kicked Zhang Yuanling's chest heavily. Zhang Yuanling fell backwards like a kite with a broken string, and was criss-crossed across the border of the Chiyan Kingdom. Zhang Yuanling, the first of the three century-old villains, was drained of blood, fell to the ground and died.

"Dugu, I won't give up on you." Ouyang Mingzhu tightly held the bronze mirror in her hand, and looked disdainfully at Zhang Yuanling who died in despair. As long as Zhang Yuanling dies, no one in the world will know the scandal of her losing herself to him.

At the same time, a strange and mysterious array pattern appeared on the surface of the bronze mirror in Ouyang Mingzhu's hand. Ouyang Mingzhu saw this, and a look of joy appeared on her cold face.

(End of this chapter)