Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

Being out alone is nothing more than seeking self-protection, of course Feng Qingyue will not complain about their behavior, she and Lang Shaobai are fine.If everything needs help from others, that's not what she wants.

"Give us two rooms." Feng Qingyue said to Xiaoer.In fact, Feng Qingyue's voice at this time could not be regarded as a male voice, it just lowered the voice on the original voice line, although it was no longer crisp, but there was a sense of calmness.

"Okay, please follow me." Feng Qingyue said two words before, so Xiao Er didn't react much, but this time she said a complete sentence, Xiao Er gave Feng Qingyue an extra look.He always felt that this beautiful son was a little different.

Follow Xiaoer up to the second floor, and with a glance, he found that there are only [-] houses here.Noticing Feng Qingyue's doubts, Xiaoer explained, "The small shop can only accommodate thirty customers at most. If there are too many customers, Yangchun Baixue will not be enough. Coincidentally, the two are the last two, so the room is the last one. There are two rooms. Some guests don’t like to be noisy, so they all practice in the room, please don’t disturb them.”

Send Feng Qingyue and Lang Shaobai to the door of the room, and give some instructions, Xiao Er will ignore them and go down. [

Feng Qingyue chose room No. 30, which is opposite to No. 30 room, so Lang Shaobai naturally chose the room No. 29 opposite to No. [-].At this time, the doors of rooms [-] and [-] were closed tightly, and it was unknown who lived inside.

Without much thought, Feng Qingyue opened the door of Room No. 30 and entered. After entering, Feng Qingyue was already shocked by the simplicity in front of her eyes.Could it be a black shop here?No, this place is simply darker than a black shop.

It stands to reason that no matter how simple a restaurant stays, there will be a bed and a table.

It's good here, not to mention the bed and table, just a straw futon on the ground, it still looks tattered.The bare walls can no longer describe the simplicity of this place, it is really pitiful.

Seeing that the grass futon was tattered but extremely clean, Feng Qingyue still walked over.Sitting in it, the moment she sat on it, a strong force suddenly poured into Feng Qingyue's body.That power was directly integrated into the blood, rushing up and down.

It doesn't matter if the blood flows backwards, the key is that it is still flowing turbulently. The sudden pain actually wakes Feng Qingyue up.Feng Qingyue would complain about a little pain, but when the pain was extreme, she would burst into a stubbornness that would never admit defeat.

Although she is afraid of pain, she is not afraid of death.