Seizing a Good Marriage, The Virtuous Medical Consort

Mingwu Yan licked his mouth, age is not a problem, but it can not be worse than a hundred years old, her careful liver can not afford to toss!

"Baby, in this world, strength is everything, and the age limit is nothing. The higher the spiritual power, the less the body will be limited by age. Even if it is a plant, after thousands of years of cultivation. Can also be adult-shaped, you have to practice well!" Xue Yi Han said with a heavy heart.

Mingwu Yan sighed, and told himself to practice well. He dared to play the role of a teacher. Is he self-love?

"Okay, I know. I will practice well." She replied lazily.

"Well, today I teach you the sword, take out your Sanli Excalibur." Xue Yihan no longer continues this topic, because the attitude of this girl makes him feel frustrated.

What he never cares about has become the most careful thing for Chaos baby. He is also very distressed. He has changed something else, but this age...

It is always a mystery to sit in the position of the king of the ridiculous month, and his age is always a mystery. Unless he is self-destructive or killed, he will not be controlled by illness and death.

Ming Miao Yan did not know what kind of harm his words had caused in the hearts of others, and directly took his Sanli Excalibur and handed it to him.

Xue Yihan did not continue the depressing topic before, and he stroked the three kitchen knives. The kitchen knife was actually connected and became a transparent sword. The sword is not big, the sword is not heavy, Ming The fog looks very nice.

"The Sanli Excalibur is composed of three knives, which are the spirits. The size of the sword can be controlled by the master... The sword is focused on the force and the power. Today you fly in the small room!"

Said, Xue Yihan grabbed a few spar from the sleeve and threw it over the forbidden room. The dark room was lit up, like the day.

The bright fog was guided by Xue Yihan's hand to guide the sword. However, after working hard for one night, she could only stand on the sword and let it flew east and west. A little trick was not found.

Watching her slam into the east for a while, and hitting the west for a while, Xue Yihan has always forbeared a smile, and feels that the Chaos baby is so cute now.

After a night of tossing, the fog was so tired that she fell to the ground. In the end, she couldn’t climb up. She felt that because of this sword, all her spiritual power was used up. Now the whole person is empty. Lacky.

Xue Yihan did not take her back to the space again, but gave her the hair in front of her forehead. She whispered: "When I take your sword next time, sleep when you are tired!"

The bright fog blinked and agreed, but after a while, she could not help but fall asleep.

Xue Yihan bent down and stared at her for a while, then covered her with a thin quilt, took back the spar in the ban, and left.

Not long after, someone opened the door of the forbidden room and took the sleeping misty face out.

Although the person took it out, but the fog did not wake up, the Mongolian song that came to pick up the fog and mist for her, and found that there is no spiritual power in the body of the fog, like what is difficult and tormented. The spiritual power was exhausted. He frowned and hesitated and personally took her back to the No. 1 hospital.