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

After the temporary tent, although Ye Lingyue carefully inspected the surroundings of the temporary tent, no perpetrators were found.

She also paid attention to whether any of these candidate disciples were injured, but did not see any strangeness.

Ye Lingyue didn't know that during the past few days, Hong Mingyue had been hiding in his temporary tent.

"Waste, a group of useless waste."

In a tent far away from the tent where Ye Lingyue and others were located, Hong Mingyue was sitting on a silver fox fur, like a female leader.

Beside her, served several young men and women with strange expressions.

Their eyes are a bit dull, with awe in their eyes, these are the people controlled by Hong Mingyue using Soul Search.

Among them, there are several strong young men who deliberately provoked Huang Jun and vilified Ye Lingyue earlier.

The injuries on them are not complete yet, and each one looks embarrassed.

Hong Mingyue thought earlier that Ye Lingyue took a tow oil bottle and, after controlling a dozen people himself, could take advantage of her to bully her.

Who knows, the opposite is true, and I do n’t know what evil means Ye Lingyue used, which actually attracted so many people.

It is said that Ye Lingyue's group has at least a hundred people.

With so many people, Hong Mingyue dared not start any more.

I thought that I had killed the little bitch, which could make Ye Lingyue suffer a bit. How do you know that the little bitch did not die.

Hong Mingyue had already heard, and Xiaodi Xin was not dead.

It was really unsuccessful, Hong Mingyue was angry, and there was a pain in his face. The wound that was scratched by Xiong Jian Jiulong Yin earlier, suddenly hurt again.

"What are you doing with the pestle, take my myopathic medicine, and the mirror."

It has been two days since Hong Mingyue was injured.

When she came back, she had already checked. The wound was not the size of her fingernails. After using some of the medicine that Chen Hongru left behind, the wound soon stopped bleeding and scarred.

Hong Mingyue was a natural beauty since he was a child. Although he changed his appearance with Yuchandan, it was slightly worse than earlier.

But after studying the acacia, her temperament changed, but it made up for the lack of her appearance.

Even so, Hong Mingyue loves her face very much.

After receiving the good medicine, she applied it a few times carefully to the wound that no longer existed.

She saw joy in her face when she saw the scarless wound.

But at this moment, she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes suddenly sagged.

She had a black spot the size of a fingernail on her skin that had been peeled off.

The location of the dark spot is where it was injured earlier.

"How come there are spots?"

Hong Mingyue thought that he had made a mistake and took a mirror and took another photo carefully.

But the more photos she made, the more she discovered that the black spot, like a birthmark, was growing at the corner of her eyes.

"what!"

Hong Mingyue dropped the mirror.

It ’s that sword!That sword must be weird.

Hong Mingyue remembered the hand, Jiulong Yin who attacked automatically without human control.

The sword was lacquered black, and the whole body exuded the cold coldness that made Hong Mingyue's bones cold. Could it be that the sword made black spots appear on her face.

Naturally, Hong Mingyue would not know that Xiongjian Jiulong Yin was made from Ye Lingyue's use of gray fire, combined with Feng Xin, the dragon blood in Wu Zhong's body, and the talented talents.

These spiritual materials are all yin to yang.

Among them, the evil spirit of Zhiyin, especially the blood of Feng Xin and Wu Zhong, became the male sword Jiulong Yin after refining.

The evil spirit carried in the sword, ordinary people, can't bear it at all.

And this kind of anger will spread a little bit, and the dark spots are just the beginning.

Hong Mingyue is no exception.

Hong Mingyue thought about it for a long time, but still picked up the mirror.

She looked at the dirt-like black spot in the corner of her eyes and wished to dig her down with a knife.

After thinking for a while, she took out a box of good rouge gouache, rubbed it layer by layer, and then covered her eyes with bangs.

"Yes, wait until the final selection, and then repair Ye Lingyue and that little bitch."

Hong Mingyue thought about the final selection coming tomorrow, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Among the people she controlled, one of them had an elder brother who joined Guyuehai a few years ago, and Hong Mingyue had therefore inquired about the final selection.

If the final selection is really as she heard, neither Ye Lingyue nor that little bitch will be selected.

By then, the two had become the soft persimmons she was allowed to handle.

Time is fleeting.

Amidst the high expectations of all the candidates, Gu Yuehai's final selection day has finally arrived.

On the third day, outside the temporary tent, a fishing man who had not been seen for a few days appeared.

He changed his appearance to a casual look earlier and changed his gown.

"Everyone listens, every ten people form a line, and every ten people will be in groups, and then come with me to participate in the final selection."

The fishing man said nothing, and the people lined up separately.

Ye Lingyue lined up with Xiaodixin and Luoyi.

Hong Mingyue and several of her men also stood in line.

The candidate disciples who were taken away by Diaoyu did not return.

Some of them should have passed the selection logically, but the rest of them were missing.

The fishing man's tone was very tight. When he came back to pick people, he refused to disclose anything about the final selection.

In this way, as the number of people in the temporary camp decreased, the sky above the camp seemed to be covered with a layer of low air pressure.

Even Luo Yi, who had always liked to talk and laugh, became nervous.

"Hey, I'm really worried. This is the last time we met."

Luo Yi said with emotion.

"Something nonsense, maybe we will all be selected. Even if we are not selected, we will stay in Guyuehai."

Ye Lingyue comforted Luo Yi. Behind her, Xiaodi Xin's face was carefree. The two seemed to have no worries about the upcoming final selection.

"If my father and mother knew that I would become a handyman, I would be embarrassed. And I heard that handyman cannot learn martial arts and cannot contact ordinary disciples. I hope we will not be handyman.

Luo Yi was talking, and the fishing man came over. He glanced at everyone, his eyes on Ye Lingyue and Xiaodi Xin, staying for a while.

"It's your turn, follow me."

Ye Lingyue looked around, and there were only 30 or 40 people left in the camp. The time was already in the afternoon. It seemed that the final selection was almost done.

I heard that Gu Yuehai recruits disciples every year, with a maximum of 50 people. I do n’t know how many of the people in the front were successfully selected.

"Old man, wait a minute."

Ye Lingyue suddenly stopped him when the fishing man was about to turn around and left.