Divine Doctor Poison Concubine is about to turn over

Chapter 73

There was a dead silence in the yard.

All the men in black stared at the corpse on the ground in dumbfounded.

After reacting, they all looked at Di Wuhen with chilling eyes, and when they saw the blood on the corner of his mouth, they felt a chill rushing from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, making them tremble with fear.

He just drank blood?

What kind of blood is that?

World of Warcraft?
Or human?

Thinking that it might be human, the man in black couldn't help shivering.

What a pervert!
He even drank human blood!

Di Wuhen's red lips outlined a beautiful arc, the blood at the corners of his mouth looked particularly shocking, and his red eyes shone with a sharp and cold light, like a bloodthirsty Shura.

"Kill!" The man in black said coldly.

Regardless of whether he was drinking human blood just now, they must kill him now.

Di Wuhen stood still, frowning slightly.

It's not because of a killing word from the other party, but it's useless to drink blood.

The familiar pain became more and more intense, and it was slowly devouring his internal organs little by little, making him feel that life would be worse than death.

But in front of these men in black, he couldn't show it.

If they see that he has developed an illness, they will definitely kill him without any scruples.

"Whoever dares to come over will be his fate." Di Wuhen glanced at the corpse on the ground arrogantly, his whole body was filled with a terrifying and murderous aura.

As he released his spiritual power, the surrounding air fluctuated.

Seeing this, all the men in black really stopped, and all looked at Di Wuhen warily.

Because he is not sick yet!
Only when he is ill is he at his weakest.

He is a five-line spiritual master who meets once in a hundred years in Fenghua Continent. Even if he is only about [-] years old, no one dares to underestimate him.

You must know that the people who came to kill him on the fifteenth day of each month all failed!
The disabled are disabled, and the dead are dead.

This is enough to prove that he is very strong!
Even now, no one in Fenghua Continent knows what kind of spiritual master he is now.

The more unfathomably strong they are, the more scrupulous they are.

So they can only wait, wait for him to get sick!
I'm afraid even if he gets sick, they are not 100% sure.

After all, whoever came to kill him before waited for him to get sick, but in the end...

Thinking of the people who died tragically before, and seeing the shocking blood at the corner of Di Wuhen's mouth, the men in black present felt an indescribable fear in their hearts.

"puff……"

Suddenly, Di Wuhen spat out a mouthful of blood.

When the men in black saw this, their eyes lit up, and they rushed towards Emperor Wuhen frantically with their weapons in hand.

He is sick!

He is sick!

He is sick!

The men in black were very excited. As long as they killed Di Wuhen, they would not only get a generous reward, but also become famous in Fenghua Continent.

After all, so many people failed to kill him before.

If only they could...

Di Wuhen stretched out his hand to cover his chest, his brows were tightly frowned into the shape of a river, his expression was slightly distorted and ferocious, and a cold hostility flashed in his red pupils.

Damn it!

Not only was the bottle of blood useless, but it stimulated his illness even more, otherwise he wouldn't have vomited blood just now.

Could it be that he really must have the blood of Bei Mingwu?

Thinking of this, his face became ugly.

If possible, he doesn't want her to have too much involvement with him.

(End of this chapter)