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

Chapter 223 Challenge 2
"Big brother, may I ask how to get to Sandfly Mountain?" Dugu Qinya saw that she was a big brother with pink make-up and jade. sunlight.

"Sandfly Mountain, oops, that place is so far away, little sister, it's getting late, why don't you go to my house to spend the night first, and I'll take you to Sandfly Mountain tomorrow." Mu Xueqing smiled wretched.

Dugu Qinya lowered her head and thought for a while, then nodded, and the two little furry children held hands and walked towards the Imaginary Feather Palace. Quickly, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow up.

I don't know if Mu Xueqing deserved to be unlucky or something, but on the way home she bumped into Dugu Aoyun, without saying a word, Dugu Aoyun immediately beat up Mu Xueqing's face.

Where did Mu Xueqing get bullied like this, she called Nan Liyou, Lan Ye, and Luo Yusha with a whoosh, and the little kids started to fight again.

"And then, how many of you fight Dugu Aoyun together?" Ning Ruoshui really couldn't imagine that Dugu Aoyun and Sigong still have such an entanglement.

"No way, the four of us were beaten terribly by the son of Aoyun. The son threatened to see Mu Xueqing once in the future and beat him once. No, it started to be beaten again." Luo Yusha covered his face, hoping this time Mu Xueqing's injury can be lightened.

"I also feel that I haven't hit anyone for a long time." Lan Ye touched his chin, saw the two figures in the open space, and the belligerent factor in his heart began to stir again.

"Mu Xueqing, why do I think the word Mu Xueqing looks like a girl's name?" Chi Feiqing blinked his eyes while listening to the story with relish.

"Well, it's all because Mu Xueqing's mother loves her daughter, but she only gave birth to a son, Mu Xueqing." Lan Ye took out a small note from her arms, and several people leaned on it wretchedly. It is a miniature version of a small portrait.

In the painting, a little girl with pink make-up, wearing a beautiful princess dress and pouting her mouth, looks so cute.

"I can't guess, this is what Mu Xueqing looked like when she was a child." Lan Ye saw that several people had finished admiring them, and hid the small note, for fear of being snatched away by others. Every time I want to destroy the corpse, but I have my own clever plan", that is to draw a lot of small notes, each friend has one, even if Mu Xueqing snatches one, others still have it.

"Poor Mu Xueqing", Ning Ruoshui silently mourned for Mu Xueqing from the bottom of her heart, she really couldn't afford to be hurt by such a group of cronies.

After listening to Mu Xueqing's dog-blood story, several people silently turned their eyes to the open space, only to see that blue-clothed boy was like a dead fish on a chopping board, being thrown around by Dugu Aoyun.

If I had to describe Mu Xueqing's mood at the moment, it would be: one word, miserable; two words, too miserable; four words, utterly miserable.

The crackling sound lasted for about half a stick of incense, the great god Dugu Aoyun finally stopped, and saw Mu Xueqing holding a pig's head, her noble and gorgeous blue robe was torn into rags, limping Abducted and walked among the friends.

"Xueqing, are you okay?" Luo Yusha patted Mu Xueqing's arm, and then heard Mu Xueqing shouting loudly.

"Luohan, if you pat me lightly, I will die, it hurts-dead-I-", the sadness in Mu Xueqing's heart flowed like a river, why is he so unlucky, no, it's better to be alone than everyone else The beaten Mu Xueqing gritted her teeth.

"Senior Aoyun, the friendship match between the Fourth Palace and the royal family will be held soon. At that time, we in the Fourth Palace will never show mercy, and we vow to compete with the crown prince." Mu Xueqing had the pride of a strong man breaking his wrist , regardless of the pain that his muscles and bones were almost broken, he let out a majestic roar.

"Really?", Dugu Aoyun put his hands behind his back, and landed beside Ning Ruoshui like a god. His ink robe was hardly stained with dust or blood, which shows that this unilateral torture technique has been perfected by him. .

(End of this chapter)