Doctor Nine

Chapter 810 If you want to live, let Lu Jiuque save you
Looking at the ice-lined cage that suddenly appeared, everyone stuttered.

"God!"

"Is it the ice system—the ice system of the Wanke water system?!"

"Fuck! Is Mr. Mei still an ice-type star soul master? Mr. Wen is too unlucky..."

According to what everyone said, the unlucky Wen Luo was really uncomfortable being trapped in the ice prison. The ice covered his body layer by layer, like shackles, trying to drag him into the icy abyss.

If it wasn't for the Fire Essence Jade Pendant that Lu Jiuque gave him on his waist, he would definitely be a hundred times more sad.

"Damn it!" I've never heard that Mei Ke is still an ice type!

This time it's really sailing in the gutter!

Raising his hand to chop the solid ice, the hand that had been chilling to the bones suddenly pinched Wen Luo's throat.

"Don't move, it's not good if I use too much force, Mr. Wen."

A handsome and flawless face leaned in front of Wen Luo. There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his pupils were haggard. At this moment, Mei Ke looked too abnormal.

"you……"

Mei Ke pinched Wen Luo's throat with a smile, and stuffed a brown pill into Wen Luo's mouth.

"Don't be afraid, in my enchantment, no one will see what I have done, if you want to survive, let Lu Jiuque save you."

After saying that, Mei Ke smiled faintly, and landed a palm on Wen Luo's shoulder.

"Boom—"

Wen Luo was beaten so hard that he broke through the ice prison, slammed heavily under the fighting stage, and drew a long trace, which didn't stop until he hit the wall of the audience stage again.

"Pfft...cough..."

Blood gushed out of Wen Luo's mouth, he could no longer hear the screams around him, his ears were buzzing, and the picture in front of him began to rotate continuously.

Until he saw familiar faces, he ran towards him nervously and completely fainted.

"Wenluo!"

"Brother Wen!"

……

At this time, the ostentatious ice prison on the arena also slowly collapsed, as if it was too fragile to withstand a single blow, without a sound...

"Brother Wen!"

Lu Jiuque came running wildly.

She regretted it, regretted not having the means to tell Wen Luo bluntly about Mei Ke.

When she watched Wen Luo fall down the stage like a kite, her blood almost froze.

"The winner is Xuantianzong Mei Ke."

Wen Renxu announced loudly with his still smiling face, as if Wen Luo vomited blood and fell to the ground without any problem.

The victor, Mei Ke, turned around and put on his cloak, with snow-white skin, a tall and straight figure, and long hair dancing in the wind, beautiful everywhere, but poisonous.

He cupped his hands towards Wen Renxu, neither humble nor overbearing, relaxed and relaxed, as perfect as a painting.

His slender eyelashes drooped, covering the flowing smile in his eyes.

Lu Jiuque...

Just let him try and see if you can really do it.

Because of Mei Ke's actions and demeanor, there was a flood of congratulations on the field.

"Great! Mr. Mei!"

"As expected of Xuantian No.1!"

"Young Master Mei!"

……

What was incompatible with this happy atmosphere was the panic of everyone in the Soul Fighting Sect, even Zuo Lengyang on the height changed his face.

Lu Jiuque took Wen Luo's pulse. At this time, Wen Luo's face was ashen, with black death condensed between his brows, even his lips were black, and the blood spitting out was faintly purple.

"Wenluo!"

"Wenluo! Damn it! Wenluo!"

Shen Li and Lie Fengting stood next to Wen Luo at a loss, their faces were more terrifying than Wen Luo who had been poisoned, and their hands kept shaking.

The two who have always been strong, when others will be so helpless, it is extraordinarily sad to see...

(End of this chapter)