The Evil King Loves Lightly: Xiao Chong Doctor Concubine

Chapter 61 Things are getting more and more fun
Chapter 61 Things are getting more and more fun
The voice of the woman in black was delicate and soft, it was obviously a specially squeezed softness, and the original flavor could not be heard, but how could a man who was too drunk to think about it care?

Now, I just wish that her little hand would go down quickly to see his "magnificence".

"My son's reputation is well-known in the entire imperial city. If you don't believe me, you can try it, girl." After Feng Minghua finished speaking, he couldn't help but straighten his back.

Huh... the wound on the hip really hurts!

"Heh..." The woman smiled again, her little hand actually moved down her head, and between her fingers, there were a few shining silver needles.

Just when Feng Minghua's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he couldn't wait to pull off the black veil on her face, and was about to see her beautiful face, a burst of heart-piercing pain suddenly came from below her body.

"what……"

In the quiet midnight, a mournful howl sounded, shaking the entire night sky.

Feng Minghua fell to the ground, covering his injured area with his hands, unable to say anything except howling.

The scarlet blood kept spilling out, no matter how hard he covered it, he couldn't cover it.

When the officers and soldiers patrolling nearby arrived, he had already passed out, but the blood on his crotch continued without stopping for a minute.

"It's hopeless." After examining him, an officer and soldier immediately shook his head, and even his expression changed: "If you strike so hard, your life is over."

"It seems to be the son of the Feng family." The other person also squatted down, examined it for a moment before saying: "It is really the son of the Feng family, should I report it to the official or send it back?"

The two discussed for a while, and finally decided to send it back first. As for whether to report to the official or not, it is better for the people of their Feng family to decide for themselves. They are just passing by, and the matter has nothing to do with them.

Injured like this, this life is really ruined, this kind of thing has something to do with reputation, Feng's family is still relatives of Yifei's natal family, it's never wrong to leave things to them to handle by themselves.

In this way, Feng Minghua, who was completely inhumane from then on, was sent back to Fengfu by the two of them.

As for the woman in black who had been sitting on top, she jumped down from the tree trunk when she watched the person walk away, her thin lips curled up, and under the moonlight, a pair of eyes like watery clouds flashed indifferently.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly frowned, turned around and looked at the peaceful night sky: "Come out."

It was clearly still a quiet night, when suddenly there was the sound of air flow, a dull and hoarse voice, as if from hell, evil and cold: "You are alert, and you can actually sense the existence of this seat."

The black clothes flickered, and a tall man dressed in black with a silver ghost mask appeared in front of her in a blink of an eye.

Her induction was all based on the intuition she had trained for many years, but she didn't know which direction he was hiding just now, but the arrival of this man was completely unexpected to her.

His figure was too fast, as if he was silent, but also as if his breath was as vast as the sea. For a moment, she couldn't tell which kind of his breath belonged to.

But no matter which one it is, one thing is certain, one hundred of himself is not his opponent.

The ghost-faced man approached, and the faint sandalwood scent hit him. It wasn't strong, and it didn't make people feel disgusted, but his existence was originally disgusting to her, and she hated the feeling of being peeped at.

This man must have seen everything she did just now.

"Calm and wise, unflappable, even though his palms are full of cold sweat, his face is still calm." The ghost-faced man stopped ten steps in front of her, and the pair of beautiful star eyes behind the mask stared at her for a moment, with a glowing expression in his eyes. Guo Sisi smiled playfully: "Are you still the same Murong Qiqi from before?"

Qiqi didn't speak, just casually picked up the silk handkerchief that was used to wipe off the blood just now, and wiped away the cold sweat from her palm.

The other party saw through my nervousness, but I really became calmer.

Someone has been trying to kill her, she doesn't know it, but although the man in front of her is weird and evil, he doesn't have the slightest intention to kill her. He is not the one who pushed himself off the cliff that day, and he has no intention of killing her. So, feel at ease.

"It's late at night." She said suddenly, raising her head to look at the sky, "Your purpose is better to make it clear earlier, even if you are a night owl who is used to staying up late at night and doing sneaky things, shouldn't you also consider me?" She is still a woman from a good family, not used to going to bed late?"

"Heh..." He laughed hoarsely, and his eyes fell on her little hand unconsciously.

Just now, it was this little hand that ruined Feng Minghua's life. Every needle hit the vital point. It's not a knife, but it's more terrifying than a knife. Once the needle is inserted, the blood suddenly surges...

When I think of what I saw just now, it really hurts a little... Pain.

A man was ruined in the blink of an eye, and the whole process was done without blinking an eye. Can this woman still be called a good woman?She devalues ​​herself too much.

"Do you want to know what happened that night?" Trying to get rid of those uncomfortable scenes, he still smiled beautifully, turned and walked to the other side of the avenue: "If you want to know, just follow."

Steady steps, evil figure, Lang Lang's breeze blowing past, a few strands of black hair behind the mask, although a face can't be seen clearly, but it is still indescribably handsome and charming.

The woman behind him didn't keep up, so he raised his thin lips lightly and ignored it.

Give her enough time to think about it, her reputation is at stake, and it's impossible for her not to keep up.

So he continued to walk, but the pace became slower and slower, almost hesitant.

It's time for half a stick of incense, that woman!Still didn't follow!
Could it be that he overestimated her too much and walked too fast by himself, that stupid woman couldn't keep up?

Inadvertently, the pace slowed down a bit, but after half a stick of incense, there was still no movement behind him.

He raised his eyebrows coldly, turned around abruptly, where was Murong Qiqi's figure on the empty avenue?
On a face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, there is finally a crack that has been unique for so many years.

That damned woman, she had no interest in what he said, and left by herself!And he, like a fool, waited so long ahead!

He was clearly not being tricked. After all, he just ignored him, but he clearly felt that he was being tricked. This feeling is worse than eating a fly...

However, this woman...

The star pupils stained with anger gradually regained their composure, and even revealed a trace of joyful light.

Murong Qiqi, heh... it's getting more and more interesting.

Tonight, I will let you, a woman from a good family, go back and have a good sleep. Soon, we will meet again...

Picking up the steps and going back, he stopped after taking two steps, and without a sound, he landed lightly on the top of the tree.

On the roof in front of him, a black dress was swaying in the wind, and under the cold silver mask, a pair of eagle eyes were staring at him.

Tonight seems to be particularly peaceful...

"It seems that the Seventh Princess is quite charming, even Ye Xiuluo is also planning on her." The voice was full of mellow internal force, matched with the breeze, it seemed soft, but in an instant it struck the opponent head-on like a sharp blade.

The silver-masked man Yexiu didn't move at all, and the blade-like night wind passed by him silently, like a stone thrown into the sea, without causing any ripples.

The ghost-faced man rolled his eyes, jumped up suddenly, and attacked the opponent with the most ordinary move without any changes.

"Ye Shura has been rampant in the Zichuan Continent for so many years, and no one has ever seen your true face. Tonight, let me take off your mask to see who Ye Shura is."

The sound came, and the gentle five fingers came to Ye Shura.

Ye Xiuluo made a wrong step, his figure was like a ghost, and he retreated out of thin air: "Since the third prince has come to Chu, why hasn't he shown his true face to others? Could there be some conspiracy brewing?"

"If you have the ability, you can find out by yourself."

With a wave of his hand, the palm wind roared, attacking Ye Shura head-on.

Although Ye Xiuluo's face was calm, he was not careless, he just backed down all the way, only defending but not attacking, as if he had no intention of fighting.

A gust of fresh wind blew in, and Ye Shura's slender figure jumped up, and swung out his big palm, this time to meet his palm head-on.

But the ghost-faced man knew that his palm was not to fight against himself at all.

Sure enough, when the two palms collided, Ye Shura's figure quickly receded with the release of the opponent's palm, and disappeared under the night in a blink of an eye.

The ghost-faced man known as the "Third Prince" landed on the tiptoes of the twigs, looking at the night sky that quickly returned to tranquility, a pair of eyes that were as bright as wolves under the night were slightly stern.

Ye Xiuluo didn't come here tonight because of him, so why is he here?Could it be... for Murong Qiqi?
But, how could a mere Murong Qiqi get involved with someone like Ye Shura?

Or, under another identity of Ye Xiuluo, he knew Murong Qiqi and had a close relationship?

For so many years, everyone has been investigating Ye Shuluo's identity, but none of them have succeeded. Will Murong Qiqi be the key this time?

The slanted phoenix eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of his lips overflowed with playfulness.

Things seem to be getting more fun.

After Qiqi returned to Wuchen Pavilion, she quickly slipped into the bedroom through the window.

After changing out of her night clothes and stuffing them in the dark cabinet at the bottom of the closet, she returned to behind the screen and washed her little hands and face covered with dust in the cold bath.

She has a habit of not liking the room to be too lively after taking a bath, so the bath soup is only cleaned out by Tweety the next morning.

Back in the room, she lay down on the bed without lighting any candles.

Too many things happened tonight, it's not that I can't accept it, but I'm really tired.

As for the ghost-faced man, it wasn't that she wasn't interested, and it wasn't that she really didn't want to know what happened that night, but the feeling of being manipulated was really bad.

She is not his opponent, if she follows him, the only end will be to be manipulated by him.

She's not that stupid, instead of doing such a dangerous and unpleasant thing, it's better to go back to Wuchen Pavilion and sleep.

Anyway, that man's martial arts are so good, if you want to find her, you can find her anytime, she really can't grasp the future, if that's the case, why not live your own life first.

She still has a lot of things to do, and she doesn't know when this little life will fall into the hands of others, but before it falls, she will live her every day well.

With such a state of mind, she fell asleep not long after lying down because she was tired.

(End of this chapter)