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

Chapter 2062
Lie Jiuqing vomited so much blood, Xuanzhen still pricked her fingers and continued to bleed. Chu Wei's eyes gradually turned red, his fists were clenched tightly, and the questions on his lips seemed to become facts in the next moment.

Once it calmed down, Lie Jiuqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, hugged himself into a ball and huddled in the corner, without any strength left.

After struggling like this, I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on for the next twenty days.

"Let me be quiet."

Chu Wei's steps forward suddenly stopped, "Yes."

The second auction ended quickly because of Wen Rong's appearance.

After Ah Yan got the news, he tried to find Wen Rong several times, but was turned away.

Here, the only one who dares not to take him seriously is him except the Seventh Young Master.

"Madam, do you want to send someone to check?"

Ah Yan is not stupid. Some people cannot be offended. "Please send some good tea and wine first. Don't neglect me. I will report to the Seventh Young Master first."

This person acted so arrogantly, and he might be from some hidden family. She had to be careful not to cause trouble to the Seventh Young Master.

Besides, she had to find a reason to see the Seventh Young Master.

at this time.

Wenrong lacked interest.

For some reason, Lie Jiuqing's voice always echoed in his mind, and the wine in his mouth suddenly lost its taste.

"Didn't you go check it out? Why haven't you come back yet?" Wenrong was a little annoyed, "Were you all so slow before?"

The maid sighed softly, "Only one stick of incense has passed."

"Oh? Really?" Wenrong thought that an hour had passed.

"The smell of that young... young master just now smelled very good, as if he had smelled it somewhere before." Wenrong couldn't remember for a while, "Did you smell it?"

The maid responded carefully and shook her head, "I smell some mixed herbs and some blood from beating to death."

Wenrong shook the tea in his hand and said, "That's all, we'll find out when we find the person." "Don't worry, there's no one here that you can't find."

"Yes, why not? Aren't we unable to find the seventh young master?"

This seventh young master seemed to appear out of thin air, which inevitably attracted people's attention.

Not long after, someone came back to report.

The maid's expression was subtle. She confirmed in a low voice several times before hesitatingly walked over and said, "Young Master, I lost track of you. It seems that there is an unknown force helping them."

Wen Rong curled his lips, "It's interesting the forces we don't know about."

"Are you still pursuing it?"

"That young master is dying soon, and he should be reviving his life in order to extend his life. Just arrange the people and wait."

There is no one Wen Rong cannot find that he wants to check.

There was a knock on the door of the Seventh Young Master, and Ah Yan said cautiously: "Seventh Young Master, someone just came to report that there is an unknown young master named Wenrong, who is a little strange."

The name Wen Rong sounds like Wen Rong at first glance.

Ah Yan remembered it subconsciously.

The name Wen Rong is known all over the world.

A person who dares to resemble Wen Rong Minghui will inevitably fall in love with him.

Not long after, the door opened, and before Ah Yan could be happy, he was rushed away by the cold voice of the servant.

"Young Master said, you handle it and there is no need to report back in the future."

A Yan's lips pursed slightly, and she gave a forced smile. She glanced at the room with longing eyes, and immediately took it back, "Please report back to the young master, A Yan understands, and A Yan will not let the young master worry."

Ah Yan retreated unwillingly, clenching his fists into balls, "Now, you don't even want to see me anymore..."

(End of this chapter)