Demon Doctor Princess

Chapter 2 Dead and Resurrection

"My lord!" An Lin was the first to realize something was wrong, and shouted at Dongfang Qing.

But at this time, Dongfang Qing seemed to be a beautiful ice sculpture, motionless.

"Hee hee, it's fun." The little girl stepped forward and stretched out her little finger to lightly touch Dongfang Qing, only to see Dongfang Qing's body coaxed and fell into the snow.

Seeing this, all the guards of Dongfang's family showed a look of horror. There was clearly a little girl who was only seven or eight years old in front of her. Why did people think that she was a demon from hell.

"My lord." Lin'an looked at Dongfang's fallen body, filled with grief and indignation.

"Demon girl, I'll kill you." Holding up the sword in his hand, Lin'an slashed at the girl indiscriminately, but was rushed out by a killer who cut off his body with a sword in the middle.

"It's fun." The little girl clapped her hands, turned around and walked away on the snow, leaving behind only a series of "click, click!" footsteps, like a series of spells urging her to die.

Only a few screams were heard here and there, and the snow under the night was blooming a demon red.

"drive!"

On Hanshan official road, two horses, one white and one yellow, galloped rapidly towards the direction of the capital. The people on the horses were all wearing thick fur coats, cloaks, and face scarves. They couldn't see their faces clearly. The vigorous postures of the two showed that the two stretched their hands out of the ordinary.

The horse galloped past, splashing flakes of snow.

"Call..."

"Young Master, there seems to be a convoy buried in snow in front of you," said the man in the gray cloak who reined in the horse.

"Go and have a look." The man in the black cloak had a gentle and clear voice, and he rode over first on horseback.

The man in black jumped off his horse, his buckskin boots creaking on the snow, and the man in gray jumped off his horse.

"My lord, these people have all been killed." The gray-clothed man walked among the corpses in the snow, and most of the corpses were buried in the snow.

"Hmm." The man in black pulled down his scarf, revealing a young and handsome face, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with straight sword eyebrows, narrow eyes, high nose bridge, red but not thin lips.

Dugu Lie swept away the snow from one person, and frowned slightly. The person buried in the snow turned out to be a man wearing night clothes. Looking at the carriage, he should also be a rich man. If it was a killer, he would definitely destroy the body and leave no traces. , If he was looking for revenge, he would never leave this killer in night clothes, and looked through the body of another person. It was just an ordinary domestic guard, and he suffered ordinary sword wounds, but from the wounds, it can be seen that he was killed by a master swordsman. Killed, but the sword masters of the Celestial Dynasty can collect countless, I am afraid they will not be able to find out, this may be the reason why they will leave the killer's body here, and they are not afraid of being found out.

"Young master!" Qingfeng yelled.

Dugulie walked over quickly, and saw a person in the snow was cut off at the waist, the upper body was thrown out by the breeze, but the lower body did not know where it went, Dugu Zhan frowned slightly: "Qingfeng immediately flew a pigeon to send a letter to Qin Chu quick."

"Yes, sir." The man named Qingfeng put his fingers in his mouth and was about to scream.

"Wait." Hei Dugulie peeled off the snow from a person, who had a piece of white and transparent suet jade hanging from his waist, and three words "Dongfang Dipping" were engraved on the back of the jade in small seal script.

"Dongfangqing?" Qingfeng read the name on it suspiciously.

"Why does it sound familiar?" Qingfeng muttered.

Dugulie didn't speak, and gently swept away the snow on the man's face with his hands, his heart shook slightly, what a beautiful face, the complexion and lips were blue because they were buried in the snow, there was an indescribably strange beauty , he had seen the red mole on his face before.

"Eastern leaning." Dugulie said firmly.

"What should I do, young master?" Apparently, Qingfeng also knew the identity of the other party.

"Let's go." The stunned man highlighted a word. Given the current situation, it's better not to let this muddy water flow.

Dugulie got up and was about to leave, when suddenly he stretched out a cold and bone-chilling hand from the snow, and grabbed his ankle with such force that it was like cheating a corpse.

"Young master, he is still alive." Qingfeng stared at the hand that grabbed his young master's ankle.

Dugulie squatted down, and quickly pulled Dongfang Qing out of the snow and hugged him in his arms. His small body was already stiff, and the clothes on his body were already soaked to the point of freezing, and his snow-white fur was stained with blood. , Dugu Lie put his hand on Dongfang Qing's pulse, he could hardly feel the beating of the pulse, but he was indeed beating very slightly.

"Huh!" Dongfang Qing's eyes widened and she exhaled hastily. She woke up from the cold, just when she thought she was about to die from the cold, she took a deep breath and regained her vitality.

The whole body was stiff and numb, Dongfang tilted his eyes, the white world was obviously in the snow, wait, wasn't she pushed into the operating room?Why is it here, being hugged by a man in a strange black suit, opening his mouth with difficulty but unable to make a sound.

"Am I dead? Is this the god of death?" Dongfang Qing thought in his heart, this place should be hell, otherwise why is it so cold, why did she go to hell?Why?She has saved so many people whose lives are in danger, and she thinks she has not done anything vicious and unforgivable other than being arrogant, mischievous, and prodigal, so why not go to heaven?And why did Death hold her?She wanted to move but found that her whole body was stiff.

Dongfang Qing stared at the man in black who was hugging him. He was indeed the god of death. The way he looked at him was not warm, but there was a faint murderous intent. Why?Isn't she supposed to be dead?She still can't make any sound when she moves her mouth. It turns out that death is not much better than life. Thinking of her, the jewel in the palm of Dongfangqing's family of traditional Chinese medicine, the sole heir of billions of dollars, and the favored child of the medical world, she still couldn't escape the torment of illness. Even though it is known as the killer in the medical world, it can't cure the genetic disease in this family. It has been suffering from the disease for more than 20 years, and died before the age of 30. After death, I can't understand it. I can't help but feel sad. Hold some tears.

Dugulie looked at the little boy who was held in his arms, looked at his constantly changing face, and then his eyes were filled with tears, just like a beautiful poor thing, how can a boy be beautiful and evil? At such a point, Dugulie actually struggled in his heart.

"Qingfeng, take a cloak and put it on him, and take him with you." Gritting his teeth, Dugulie poured Dongfang into Qingfeng's hands.

"My lord, do you want to save him? He is..." Qingfeng took Dongfang Qing's small body from Dugulie's hands, and secretly sighed that if this boy gave birth to a daughter, the world would be in chaos. A cloak was about to be wrapped by Dongfang Qing, but a lot of blood was gushing from the back of the man in his hand, presumably it was the wound on his back just moved.

"I know, I have my own plan." Dugulie said.

(End of this chapter)