Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 411 Goodbye Wushang
At that time, Murong Jiujiu had already walked down the stairs, the place where the shopkeeper settled accounts just now had already been swallowed by thick smoke, and there were several corpses of shop assistants lying on the ground.

It's hard to imagine that in just a short while, the Ningcheng Inn, which was still bustling just now, turned into a cave of fire in the blink of an eye.

"Mother, please."

Lanfeng urged behind him.

"I'm not your mistress, don't shout," Murong Jiujiu's eyes were reddened by the smoke, and he stepped out of the fire pit in three steps and two steps, God knows, how scared she is, what she sees will be Ah Xing and their bodies were placed at the door.

Because the eyes were so smoky, Murong Jiujiu's eyes were a little blurred when he first received the fresh air.

But the focus was restored immediately.

Not far from the inn door, it has been blocked by many black-clothed guards, and a chilling death is coming, and the person who is surrounded by these guards like a star is sitting leisurely at the moment. On the temporary chair, he was stroking a guqin on his lap.

Elegant and ethereal music flowed from between his slender and beautiful fingers.

But Murong Jiujiu didn't have time to enjoy the music. Instead, he raised a pair of smoky red eyes, dragged his burnt skirt, and his head was full of silver-threaded white hair, staring at Feng Wushang without blinking. Location.

Because there were three corpses lying there, which were the other three ghosts.

"Mistress..."

With a low cry of pain, I saw Ah Xing being pinned down on the ground. Although the injury was serious, it was obvious that his life was not in danger.

Aside from grief and indignation in Murong Jiujiu's heart, he finally comforted him a little bit.

"Where's Axiu?"

"The subordinate is incompetent..." Ah Xing lowered his head in shame, then continued: "Axiu escaped..."

"That's good, they have a lot of people, so what's wrong with you."

Murong Jiujiu said lightly, even though they had already hidden their tracks along the way, but with Feng Wushang's supernatural power, if they wanted to find her, it would not be difficult, in the end they were careless.

His eyes quickly turned to the man playing the piano again.

He is a man who keeps his promise. Ever since he lost the sword match with Baili Yuhua in Mingli, he has never worn purple clothes according to his promise. He has always been dressed in black clothes. Arrogance and domineering, completely revealed.

No matter how quiet and happy he pretended to be at the moment.

But his handsome face, which was half a smile, still couldn't hide his momentary success.

"The head of the Feng family is here to avenge that day's sword?"

Murong Jiujiu asked in a cold voice.

Feng Wushang finally stopped playing the piano in his hand, raised his head, looked at Murong Jiujiu carefully with deep and beautiful eyes, his voice was magnetic and pleasant, but also full of irony.

"It's fine if you and I are just enemies with the sword. My Patriarch has a lot of ways to make people who offend me live or die. But, you are my destined wife, so the way is a little more complicated."

"clang……"

He suddenly flicked his fingers and plucked the strings, and made a faint wonderful sound, which rippled, but then, the guqin, which was placed on his lap, suddenly couldn't bear the internal force he poured into it, and turned into a cloud sawdust.

And the words in his mouth, like the qin in his hand, sounded very slow, very pleasant, just like gossip.

But Murong Jiujiu could clearly feel that Feng Wushang's edge hidden under this indifference was actually so sharp.

"What do you want?"

Murong Jiujiu's eyes darkened.

"Fengguanxiapei, brocade red everywhere... On the day you got married, the smell of wine wafted from the city to the hillside outside the city. Murong Jiujiu, you must have been very proud at that time. You said you love Baili Yuhua? True, it is true that you want to marry him, but if, after today, you die, how long will Baili Yuhua guard you?"

Feng Wushang said sarcastically.

Murong Jiujiu sneered: "He doesn't need to guard anything for me, and I don't need him to guard anything for me. Patriarch Feng, since it's a grudge between you and me, I admit it and let the irrelevant people go."

She glanced at A Xing.

Feng Wushang gave a very cold smile: "Murong Jiujiu, do you think this Patriarch is too easy to fool, or you yourself are too naive, let it go, do you think it's possible?"

"Then what do you want?"

Murong Jiujiu was suddenly furious.

On Feng Wushang's fair and handsome face, he said lightly: "Cut off one of his fingers first."

"what……"

As soon as the words were finished, Ah Xing let out a muffled groan and screamed, his palm was bloody, and Feng Wushang's life had cut off a finger.

"Axing!"

Murong Jiujiu was shocked, his eyes were about to burst, and he wanted to walk over, but was stopped by Lanfeng.

"Step aside……"

Lan Feng sneered and refused.

It took Ah Xing a moment to recover from this sudden pain, he raised his head, looked at Murong Jiujiu, actually smiled, shook his head and said: "This subordinate is not in pain, mistress doesn't need to worry."

"If the head of the family remembers it right, this trick was often used by Baili Yuhua in the past, and it can be used on his people now, isn't it?" Feng Wushang stood up.

The pitch-black robe dyed this handsome and extraordinary man with dignity and elegance, but it also showed his sharpness.

Looking at the bloody severed finger and A Xing's forced smile, Murong Jiujiu only felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, she turned her eyes fiercely, and stared at Feng Wushang.

"Whatever you want, come to me."

Feng Wushang still looked at her with a half-smile, as if admiring her struggling, and said: "Okay, here is an ecstasy needle, which is specially used to suppress internal energy, you want to pierce it into your body yourself, Or let the family do it themselves?"

Hearing this, Ah Xing, who was forced to laugh, suddenly changed his expression: "No, mistress, it's not a pity for the subordinates to die."

If Murong Jiujiu was suppressed by others, then she would have no hope of escaping today, no, she must not fall into Feng Wushang's hands.

"If this kid is talking too much, if he says one more word, he will cut off one finger. Anyway, he still has nine fingers. After breaking off both hands and feet," Lan Feng said coldly.

"So what if I just talk, if you have the ability to kill me, what kind of ability is it to threaten a woman..." Ah Xing cursed angrily, when Feng Wushang tried to use him and threatened Murong Jiujiu, he was already begging for death up.

As long as they make a move, he will hit the knife's edge.

"Cutting off his finger..."

Take a cold drink.

"No."

Murong Jiujiu's complexion changed, and he was about to stop it when Feng Wushang's finger flew, a thin needle like a cow's hair pierced through the air in an instant, and pierced straight into Murong Jiujiu's acupuncture point.

Murong Jiujiu suddenly felt that half of her body was numb, and then the acupuncture point that was hit was excruciatingly painful, as if a small insect was biting her flesh fiercely.

Then the internal force of the dantian became silent like a deep pool.

"Mistress..."

Only now did Ah Xing realize that when he said that he wanted to cut off one of his fingers, it was a bluff.

"mean."

(End of this chapter)