Godly Empress Doctor

The Cold Night Warrior figured it all out, but he didn't have a phoenix dance like that!

Thinking of the fairy fruit stolen by the phoenix dance, the cold night lord took a deep breath, no more words.

Strangely, he didn't hate the phoenix dance. Instead, he had a fascinating interest in her, but he hated King's Landing.

He couldn't stare at the water curtain and stared at it instantly because...

On one side, Mr. Yu Guang looked at the cold nightingale and sighed slightly in his heart.

He knew it was because the cold prince wanted it.

All the cold-night lords seek is the return of King's Landing Yuan.

Mr. Zuoqiu shook his head in secret, and His Royal Highness's plea was not in the right direction. The real strong, faced with their rivals, should find a way to defeat themselves, not beg others to defeat him.

The enemies of King's Landing Abyss, he never triumphed on his own, not on others.

That alone left the prince behind.

Mr. Zuoqiu was about to speak, and a loud cough appeared in the mouth of the cold night lord.

Cough, cough, cough, cough...

Mr. Zuoqiu saw that the cold nightingale was coughing up his entire lung, and a pity appeared in his heart.

It took me a long time to save his life. For the time being, I don't have to ask him...

And at this moment, the cold night lord suddenly laughed!

Mr. Zuoqiu looked up and saw that he had returned to stab a sword in the abdomen of King's Landing. His eyebrows slightly raised. When he turned his head and looked at the cold nightingale, he saw the cold nightingale: “Sir, what is this look? Can't the palace laugh? ”

Mr. Zuoqiu was pale and did not speak.

Cold night lords pointed at the vast water curtain and said to Mr. Zuoqiu: “This palace just wants to lose King's Landing. If he can die there, it would be great! ”

Mr. Zuoqiu became more and more unable to hear, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

How can a cold-night lord be so acute? How could he not see the disappointment in Mr. Left Hill's eyes? Even he knows why Mr. Zuo Qiu's eyes show disappointment.

He stared at Mr. Zuoqiu and said, “Sir, do you think this palace is wrong? ”

Mr. Zuoqiu thought in his heart that you were the one who tried to blow him up with the explosion in King's Landing. As a result, he wounded you and jumped in a wheelchair and couldn't move. He couldn't see you and couldn't wait for him to die because you were the one...

Mr. Zuoqiu shook his head: "No, not disappointed. ”

It's despair.

Cold Night Buddhist did not see the flashing colour of despair in Mr. Zuoqiu's eyes. He stared dead at the water curtain, looking forward to the fall of King's Landing, and even... death.

“The three strong men, are they all North Yan?” The cold nightingale uttered a word.

Mr. Zuo Qiu did not speak, but rather the strong man standing behind the cold night lord, Xiao, he held his sword, faint and humble.

Cold Night asked Xiao suddenly: "How's your strength now? ”

"Even if it weren't for King's Landing, it wouldn't be two stars behind him," Xiao said. ”

So the two of us are only slightly weaker than each other?

“All right!” Cold Nightingale waved and gave Xiao an order: “Now, you go to the North Yan Nation! ”

Mr. Zuoqiu frowned slightly: “Your Highness...”

However, Cold Nightingale did not even look at Mr. Zuoqiu. He only stared at Xiao: “Now you go to Beiyan, King Linyuan and return to fight. If he can still survive, the fighting will certainly not be strong. Go kill him! ”