Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1247 The irritable Nine Thousand Years Old
Nie Wuyou spoke very carefully, and with his ventriloquism skills, he did not dare to be sloppy at all, for fear that Wen Rong would give it to Xuan Yi again.

Wen Rong supported her chin and crossed one leg. She didn't know if she was listening. She calmly drank the meditation tea and didn't show any emotion at all when she heard the blushing and heart-pounding process.

When he finally finished speaking, Nie Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief.

After learning the lessons from the previous times, he tried his best this time and did not lose his mind during the process, for fear of missing what Emperor Yun said.

Nie Wuyou finished for a long time. Wen Rong was holding his chin while drinking tea. He was restless and kept swallowing his saliva without daring to ask questions.

Seeing the time delaying little by little, Nie Wuyou was already covered in cold sweat. If this continued, he might be scared to death here.

"Master Chitose, what's wrong with you...?"

Wen Rong turned his head and looked over, his loose long hair also fluttering. Nie Wuyou looked at it blankly and swallowed, his voice quite loud.

Finished!

Wen Rong's eyes suddenly darkened, and Nie Wuyou almost stopped crying.

What he regrets most now is that he became a flower picker. This bad habit of subconsciously thinking about beautiful women suddenly appeared.

Wen Rong kept staring at him, making him cry.

He banged his head on the ground and cried out for mercy: "Master Qiansui, please don't misunderstand me. Even if I have 1 cowards, I won't dare to take your idea!"

Nie Wushuang burst into tears. He suddenly missed Xuan Yi.

The most Xuan Yi could do was beat him, and Wen Rong could suppress him mentally. He would be scared to death!
Wen Rong tugged on her long hair and asked casually: "Does this look good on you?"

Nie Wuyou's heart thumped, and he finished his thoughts.

Wen Rong has killed countless people with this question.

"Ok?"

Nie Wuyou shivered, closed his eyes and said loudly: "It looks good!"

Wen Rong asked casually: "Have you ever tried to please an old guy like this?"

used...

I don't know if it was because Wen Rong wore makeup that was as exquisite as a mask all year round, but Emperor Yun was particularly obsessed with his messy appearance after being humiliated.

In order to achieve his goal quickly, Nie Wuyou naturally used this method many times. After all, Emperor Yun was really off-putting. "Not used."

Nie Wuyou trembled when he lied, and his voice changed.

After that, the air became quiet for a while.

Nie Wuyou lay prone on the ground, completely giving up resistance.

Forget it, if you die, you will die. At least you won't be beaten by that pervert Xuan Yi again.

Wen Rong poured himself a cup of tea, "I've worked hard for you these past two years."

"No, it's not hard..."

Is this inexplicable concern going to kill them all?

Nie Wuyou cried. Although he had to serve the dog emperor and was beaten by Xuan Yi, those pretty and soft little girls were really cute.

He wanted to live, and one day he wanted to marry a... no, marry seventeen or eight beautiful young ladies and go home.

Wen Rong drank too much meditation tea, which was of no use at all as expected.

He tugged at the clothes attached to his body irritably, and said in a hoarse voice: "These days, if the old man calls you, just go. It's best if he doesn't have the energy to go to court."

Eh?
Wen Rong didn't kill him!

Nie Wuyou kowtowed excitedly, "Don't worry, Lord Qiantose, the little one will definitely make the Dog Emperor less interested in going to court!"

"get out."

As soon as Nie Wuyou received the order, he immediately retreated.

He looked up and cried.

Oh my god, I escaped again...

There was a sudden tightening on his waist and a heavy weight on his shoulders. Nie Wuyou's whole body seemed to be frozen, and he did not dare to move.

Xuan Yi's excited laughter came from above his head, "What do you want to play today? Huh?"

(End of this chapter)