Miracle Doctor, Abandoned Daughter: The Sly Emperor’s Wild Beast-Tamer Empress

An Qiniang didn't get a reply immediately, and the back turned slowly.

There was no light, but it did not prevent An Qiniang from seeing the man's face.

What kind of face was that cold, deep and deep, under the brows, a pair of phoenix eyes that were not surprised, raised slightly.

The thin lips are like a knife, and there is a chill, which can't be concealed even in the dark. The domineering and Ling Xian exudes from his whole body.

It was a man who shuddered at his soul at a glance.

At this moment, the man was looking at An Qi Niang, a man's hand, with a creepy look.

An Qi Niang looked at it, it was a pair of enchanting flowers.

The flower, with its gorgeous colors and golden body, dazzled like a scorching sun, and it hurt the eyes of An Qi Niang. The flower was more beautiful than any flower she had ever seen.

Such a flower, such a man, met in such a night, An Qi Niang felt only a chill in her heart.

"Who are you?"

An Qiniang didn't realize that her voice was trembling slightly.

It was an unprovoked, the fear of the inferior to the superior.

"The one who hurt me wants to retreat all over the body. You say, how should you die?"

In the dark night, the man chuckled, and the voice, like a poisonous snake spitting the letter, made people go from the skin to the bone.

At the moment when his voice fell, the stamen of the flower in his hand suddenly became red, red like blood.

An Qi Niang is not well known, she just wanted to shoot.

Only with a "poo" sound, her eardrum vibrated.

Several shadows passed by her, like a hurricane coming in front of her, An Qi Niang felt that her body flew up like fallen leaves.

There was a roaring whistle in her ear, and the sound, whether it was Jianfeng or Gang, could not tell.

Her throat rolled, and she wanted to make a sound, but when she tried to make a sound, she couldn't spit out the breath inside.

Eight violent sword qi punctured her limbs, body and head, and nailed her to the wall.

An Qiniang's eyes gradually stopped moving, turning into a dead gray.

Tick ​​and tick, it was the sound of blood falling to the ground.

"Unfortunately, the monk in Nan Wushan is not here, otherwise, he can recite a passage of life for you."

Wu Zhong snorted coldly.

An Qi Niang, should have died.

It is a pity that the appearance of Nanjiu made her live an extra hour.

After cleaning up An Qiniang, Hunyuanzong and Yaochi Xianxie, they should also be cleaned up.

Wu Zhong brushed his sleeves and was about to chase Chen Mu and the elders.

Step on

A burst of rapid footsteps accompanied by the sound of the blouse blowing came from outside the courtyard.

This inn where the elder Changluo lived is the largest inn in the city. For the sake of convenience, the elder Changluo has packaged a courtyard alone.

On weekdays, the people in the inn do not dare to rush in.

Could it be said that Chen Mu's group went back?

This is also good, the province he ran one more trip.

Wu Chong's sleeves moved, his fingers turned into his palms, and he was fooled into the closed door like a ghost.

As long as the man outside came in, he could shatter his head with a palm.

Just when Wu Chong's hand was only a few inches away from the door.

He heard a short breath of breath, and a faint scent that seemed familiar and unfamiliar to him. It exuded in the night and contrasted with the heavy bloody smell in the courtyard.

Wu Zhong's brow jumped, and his heart stopped beating like he was hit by something.

He pulled away.

At the moment when the courtyard door was pushed open, Wu Zhong flashed and hid behind a pillar.

The door squeaked open.

Outside the door, Ye Lingyue panted, and the dark eyes stared at the dark courtyard.

Her pupil shrank fiercely and saw the body of An Qi Niang on the wall.

An Qiniang's blood was not cold yet, and she lingered all over the place.

The eight heavens, like eight pillars, nailed An Qi Niang to the wall, and blood splashed all over the wall.

Her eyes protruded, not looking dead.

died.

Ye Lingyue swallowed hard, and then looked at the courtyard.

The door was open. On the way she came, she saw Chen Mu and Changluo Elder leave the Sifang City.

The man killed An Qiniang shortly after they left.

Wu Zhong ... It was a witch kill.

The eight Tianques from Taiyi's secret realm are still there.

Fang Cai, just the moment she was about to open the door, she clearly felt a violent murder.

At that moment, she hesitated briefly.

At the moment when she hesitated, the murderous opportunity quickly broke apart like a dike and no trace left.

In my ear, I heard a shallow breath.

Ye Lingyue's eyes moved to a pillar.

She moved her steps hard and walked towards the pillar step by step.

Behind the pillar, Wu Wu's body was stiff and terrifying.

He had heard the familiar breathing sound, getting closer and closer.

In this life, Wu Zhong has not been as nervous as it was tonight.

He didn't even dare to get his own golden ghost face, because he was still wearing Feng Xin's clothes.

How he explained to Ye Lingyue that he was wearing a ghost face, wearing Feng Xin's clothes, and killed An Qi Niang who was a half-step supernatural power.

She finally wants to know.

Wu Zhong is Feng Xin, Feng Xin is Wu Zhong ... when she knows, how will she react?

One is Feng Xin, whom she loves, and the other is Wu Zhong, which she hates.

But these two people are one person.

Wu leaned on the pillar again, and his heart sank a little.

She will be angry, will turn around and leave, and will never ignore him.

Ye Lingyue's footsteps stopped between Wu Chong's hundreds and thousands of rounds.

Suddenly she turned around and hurried out of the courtyard.

Wu Zhong softened and sat on the ground in awkward leaning on the pillar.

He smiled bitterly and came out.

In the courtyard, the body of An Qiniang was still there. Wu Zhong waved his hand and the eight Tianque were taken back by him.

The deserted moonlight of the courtyard, Ye Lingyue's intrusive intrusion, disrupted Wu Zhong's plan, he pondered, instead of chasing Chen Mu and others, he hurried back to the inn immediately.

Ye Lingyue ran out of the inn together.

In my mind, the scene of Fang Cai has been echoed.

Although she didn't see who was behind the pillar, she saw a familiar clothing corner.

That's Feng Xin's clothes, which he wore during the day.

Chaos in Ye Lingyue's mind.

There is an answer, screaming wildly in her head.

"No, no, how could Feng Xin be ..." Ye Lingyue shook his head violently, as if to drive out the increasingly deep-rooted thoughts in his mind.

But there was a voice at the bottom of her heart, which had been talking repeatedly.

"Actually, you have doubted for a long time, why deceive yourself."

Two voices with very different minds and hearts, engaged in a battle between man and nature, and stood for half an hour before Ye Lingyue calmed down a little bit.

She walked back to the inn where she stayed, and just walked near the inn, she saw a familiar figure, wandering there.