Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife

Finally, both of them stopped moving!

Seeing that Xuan Dai and Night's sword tip had reached the throat of Phoenix, it almost reached her throat, but it was just a little short, a little distance away, but it stopped alive.

He could not stop, because the soft whip of the phoenix had now reached its limit, and Xuan was wrapped up like a cypress day and night, from head to foot, unable to move.

Feng Yu's face still hung that shady smile, reached out and gently opened the sword, then didn't look at him, and researched the sword.

She looked left and right. She was confused. "Didn't Brother San say he wanted to compete with me? What else do you say? Your sword is sharp, but my whip is longer, so no one loses. So what's going on now? ”

While she was talking, she twisted the whip in her hand again. Xuan Dai and Night were strangled by her almost to break her breath. She transported her internal strength to try to wreck the whip, but found that it was simply futile.

Feng Yu reminded him: "Brother San, calm down, not to mention whether you can earn money. Even if you earn money, Xuantianzhou's whip is broken, he will have to pay for it. ”

Xuan Tian and Night's hearts tremble, Xuan Tian Min's whip? And look, isn't it, with golden handkerchiefs, hidden barbs in the cold light, flexibility so good that even with a knife to chop, the whip is constantly chopped, long term sucking, constantly bloody... he has long felt familiar, but has no time to think about it, now it seems that Lao Jiu gave his daughter-in-law one of his favorite and best whips.

“It's a shame that a prince of a country, the king of the house, is fighting with a little girl who hasn't even had her thirteenth birthday, and wears a darkness.” Phoenix scolded him carelessly, and although the blood had faded in his eyes, he was overwhelmed with deep contempt.

The whip in his hand was pulled again, tighter, and the blood marks on Xuan's body were deeper day and night. Together, they were about to sink into the river.

Phoenix looked at him like that, no longer talking, his eyes shifted from despise to silence, then from silence to indifference, then negative, brutal, and finally revealed a thick killing machine.

Xuan received a message in her eyes every night, and instantly two words appeared in her head - over!

Indeed, the whip in Feng Yu's hand is twisted in one lap at a time, quickly and faster. The whip strangled him, from skin to flesh, from flesh to bone, flesh to blood, and finally, heard the sound of a broken bone.

Even his teeth were bitten every night, but he still couldn't stop the pain.

The massive blood loss made him feel more and more dizzy. On several occasions, he fainted a little, but every time he was going to faint, Feng Yu's whip would tighten a little more, hurting his spirit again.

This was inhuman abuse. Xuan was ashamed and angry day and night. He burst into blues and finally couldn't help but torture himself. "Kill me! You killed me! ”

Feng Yu pointed to his whip: “Isn't this killing? He didn't kill anyone, but he didn't act as innocent as Brother San, so he killed slowly. Third Brother will be dying if you put up with it. ”

She spoke like she was killing a pig, dying, and Xuan knew she was dying day and night. The bones on his body were broken so little, especially on his knees, that he could feel them almost broken, and he couldn't stand without a whip wrapped around him.

He's not afraid to die, he's just unwilling to die. He's been running errands for years, and Ganzhou still has a lot of horses waiting for him to call. What is it that he died in the hands of a little girl at this time?

Besides, there are so many people watching. There are Phoenix, there are thousands of weeks of long princesses, and Xiangwang's men, and the righteous wife he wants to kill. These people watched as he was humiliated by a little girl, which was more painful than killing him.

Xuan tried to yell at Phoenix every night, but unfortunately, a section of the whip was closed to his throat, so he could only make an "ahhh” sound, the words could not be said.

Finally, the vision began to blur, the consciousness began to cloud, and the pain began to numb. No matter how Feng Yu twisted the whip, he wouldn't feel any more painful.

Xuan knew day and night that he was dying, and he was finally dying.

However, it was too uncomfortable to look at the taste of death, with pain, fear and humiliation coexisting, and even his mind completely collapsed day and night. He had to admit that this girl from the Phoenix family was a perfect match for Lao Jiu. She tortured more people than one. She had a lot of ideas and a lot of new recruits.

He exhaled the last breath in his chest and tried to open his eyes. Through a blurred gaze, he finally looked at a day that was no longer clear, and then his eyelids subsided and closed slowly.

Let's just die! He wondered, perhaps for the rest of his life, if he had nothing to do with the throne, but he wondered how the old man in the palace could be told that she had killed him so blatantly. The old man didn't want to see him, but his son was murdered.

He was confused and thought that his consciousness was gradually dissipating and, finally, he had no strength to meditate.

At the moment when Xuan's head fell down day and night, the Princess Xiang's legs suddenly softened and fell to the ground. There was a girl who hurried to help her, but she heard her say: "If you die, you will never hurt me again, and you will never harm anyone else again. ”

At this moment, Kang Yi thought: Xuan died day and night, who should we contact again in a thousand weeks? In the three states of Dashun North, a thousand weeks is a must, and the new emperor must be a thousand weeks ally.

Phoenix Won's idea is: Xuan dying day and night? The prince who spent so much money to support him is dead? Can he get the money he spent back?

At this moment, everyone's heart is filled with endless things, even the people of Xiang Wang Mansion are wondering, where should they go when the master is dead?

The master's leg, who helped put up the death warrant, was shaking. He was a master, a plotter, a clerk. He knew that Xuan Tian and Night were too many things. When Xuan dies every night, I wonder how many people want to kill him. Can he escape?

But only Phoenix knows that Xuan is alive every night!

He still had a heartbeat, and she kept a little pulse. It's not her mercy, she's just wondering, killing a prince like that is tantamount to blatantly provoking the emperor? Although there is a paper war book in hand, if the emperor turns his face, he cares whether you live or die, just find a head start will be enough to kill her.

Of course, she didn't think she was going to die, but there was a life-saving space, where she survived Tianwu.

But what about Xuantian Zhui?

She can't let Xuantian go into space with her, can she? A grown man hiding in there has to be suffocated?

The Emperor's heart belongs to Xuantian meditation, how much help and support he has provided in the dark, but it also has to be Xuantian meditation to fight for himself. It would be useless for the Emperor to care about the Nine Sons without Northwest Warfare and without the clandestine help of the people.

She can't let Xuantian's efforts for so many years be obsolete because of her temper. Turning her face over is the most urgent last resort, but she doesn't want any change in Xuantian's status quo.

Between my thoughts, the whip in my hand unconsciously eased a few points, and the person who had already pulled it down also gasped for another half breath.

But nobody thought, at this moment, the Princess of Xiang, sitting on the floor, suddenly climbed up and rushed to her side. As soon as she arrived, she grabbed the whip of Feng Yu, and even though the barbed prick on the top of her hand was full of blood, she only risked her life to pull the whip in tightly. As she pulled it, she said: "Ahju, Third Sister-in-law knows you've been beating for a long time, she has no strength. Don't worry, you can't help Sister-in-law Third sister-in-law, strangle him for you! ”

Everyone was blinded. Although everyone knew that Xiang Wang and Xiang Princess were divorced, it didn't occur to me that Princess Xiang hated him to such an extent!

When she did this, Xiang Wang's people could no longer ignore it. Immediately, a housekeeper and a maid rushed up and desperately pulled Princess Laxiang. The little girl was also smart, pulling aside: “Princess, are you sick again? This is the king! Please wake up! ”

An illness helped Princess Xiang set aside her sins. Even if the Emperor asks, what can a sick man compare to her?

Phoenix didn't have any more strength at this time, just holding the whip handle, all the strength was made by the Princess Xiang. She knew that this sister-in-law hated Xuan Tian and Night, and her heart was also measuring, if the three princes died in the hands of the Princess Xiang, would she be absolved?

But when I think about it again, I don't feel comfortable. She wants revenge. An enemy can only be avenged if he dies in his own hands. Fake hands are not easy.

She thought, suddenly reaching out and tapping a hole in the wrist of the Princess Xiang. The Princess Xiang felt her wrist was sore and the whip could not be held any longer, and she let go. After loosening up, he wanted to grasp it again, but the people had been brought back to the house by the crowd.

People heard Princess Xiang's terrific voice coming in line —— "Kill him, Xiang! Kill him! You have to kill him! ”

Feng Jianyuan followed closely, but said the opposite way: "Yan, think twice, think twice!” He tried to persuade Kangyi to follow his words as he said to pull off Kangyi. At least wait a little longer. He had just sent someone quietly to the palace to deliver a message.

But Kang Yi didn't respond at all. He just stared at the first two people, a little out of his mind.

What's the use of not talking at a time like this? If the three princes get hurt like this, don't say that Phoenix can't spare his life, even if he spares, can he still hope to recover? If you can't recover, what's the difference between living and dying?

Feng Yu took a deep breath and pulled the whip in her hand again. Is she thinking, killing, or staying for the last time?

At this point, suddenly there was a strong wind behind him. She subconsciously tried to hide, but felt that the wind was coming towards her, but it was not malicious, but rather familiar...