The Evil Emperor's Medical Concubine is ruthless

Chapter 2532

The wind of the dry wasteland blows on the skin, which is a little dry.

There is devastation everywhere, this piece of land that has been ravaged by countless wars.

The man narrowed his eyes.

His hair slightly hit the cheek.

How many years has it been since he left this bloody land, perhaps decades.

Decades ago, that battle was thrilling,

He was seriously injured, so why not that person.

Just now, that person's aura was only fleeting.

Although it was extremely short, he still caught it.

Behind him, there was a slight sound.

"Come out."

The holy master stood still at his feet, staring at a row of prickly pear trees not far away.

He saw the corner of the clothes flashing by.

"This one, is the saint teacher of the Taichang Holy Academy?"

It was a slightly jerky voice, but it was a woman.

The saint frowned.

How could it be a woman?
There is no evil spirit around.

Is it his accomplice?
"I'm afraid it will be inconvenient."

There was a little helplessness in that voice.

Behind him, the prickly pear tree snapped, but it broke right down the middle.

Xin Lin's scalp was numb.

The sharp palm wind almost brushed along her back.

The other party's zhenqi was very subtle, better than anyone Xin Lin had ever met.

He could almost take his own life with a gesture of his hand.

But obviously, the other party didn't bother to do so.

He probably wanted to force out Guihu's whereabouts from his own mouth.

Xin Lin stared at his shoes, to be precise, his feet.

Because of her enlarged stature, she is currently disheveled.

"Now, it's convenient."

The saint stared.

He saw a slightly embarrassed figure.

Judging from the back, the other party should be a teenage girl.

Xin Lin had no choice but to turn around.

The woman's clothes are disheveled, she is about sixteen or seventeen years old, her skin is crystal clear, her beautiful eyes are shining with water.

She is like a beggar.

But it definitely doesn't look like a beggar.

At least, the holy master has never seen... such a beautiful beggar.

She pulled her clothes a little awkwardly, her figure was very slim, and her tattered clothes made her look more and more lovable.

Xin Lin looked at the man in front of him.

The saint also looked at Xin Lin.

At this moment, the four eyes met.

The first thing Xin Lin saw was a clear and handsome face. This man with gray hair and a neat bun was very handsome.

He has a pair of cold eyes, never seems to have any mood swings.

He is very tall, probably almost a ghost.

Xin Lin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

In the same position, her skull was so painful that it almost split.

Xin Lin took a deep breath, she staggered, and the figure of the man in front of her was a little blurry.

"you?"

The holy master was also shocked, looking at Xin Lin.

Ragged clothes...a fair little face...and those eyes...so familiar...

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to help the person in front of him.

"Qin Lang?"

Behind him, on the carriage, came a gentle voice.

That voice...

Xin Lin's headache got worse.

She felt that it was difficult for her to even breathe.

The face of the holy master became even more blurred.

Dangerous, very dangerous.

She has to get out of here.

Must get out of here.

The hand that was outstretched in mid-air stopped.

"Xiao Wu, don't get out of the car, it's windy outside."

That Xiao Wu sound seemed to be spinning in the air.

"Who are you talking to? Has your friend been found?"

The woman asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)