Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 412
When Murong was curled up on the ground in pain for a long time, he realized that the other party had plotted against her, but that was good, Ah Xing would also suffer less physical pain.

Murong Jiujiu was comforted in his heart, endured the pain on the acupuncture points, raised his head with difficulty, and saw that there was already a pair of dark cloud boots in front of him, and above them, it was naturally Feng Wushang's straight and elegant robe.

He was condescending with him, with a half-smile all over his face.

"I know that you still have a Holy Spirit Snake in your sleeve. Although the Holy Spirit Snake is also a rare sacred object in my Huashan Mountain, if you are using it to kill people, then the head of this family will not mind slaughtering that animal."

His voice was extremely cold.

Murong Jiujiu smiled wryly, "Is this what you want?"

Feng Wushang looked at her, and said: "At this moment, in my mind, are you still thinking about the Fengguan Xiapei that Baili Yuhua gave you, and Wanli Jinhong?"

Murong Jiujiu smiled miserably, deliberately contradicted him, and said: "Of course, I think very well."

Feng Wushang sneered, with a bit of false pity, "It's a pity, I'm afraid you will never see him again in this life, you are my destined wife, but you married him, my Patriarch said , the things I don't want, even if they are destroyed, they won't be cheap for others. So what if you are married, and you can't escape from the control of the head of the family. The more you dismiss the position of the mistress of the Feng family, the more I will It's going to be on you, and it's for life."

Murong stared blankly at Feng Wushang's cool and handsome face for a long time.

I can't help but think of the elegant appearance when I first met him, but obviously, Mingli's knife made him completely understand the truth, so the one standing in front of her now is not the Feng who pretended to be affectionate. Wushang, but the head of the Feng family.

The man who is said to be able to turn his hands into clouds and cover his hands into rain on Huashan Mountain.

"It's just, is this really interesting? I don't know why you are always so obsessed with the so-called destiny, but what about destiny, you and I don't love each other, even if we become husband and wife, it's just a resentful spouse."

Feng Wushang smiled coldly: "That's the business of the Patriarch, you just need to do your duty well. As I said, I just need a destined wife. As for other things, there are groups of concubines in my mansion." .”

"You lunatic..."

Murong Jiujiu's face turned pale from anger, "You're not afraid of Yuhua..."

"Since the head of the family has done this, he is naturally not afraid. Baili Yuhua may be the emperor of the south of Sichuan, but in Xishan... the head of the family has the final say," Feng Wushang had already turned his back.

"Murong Jiujiu, you should be glad that you are my destined wife, otherwise, you would already be a dead person right now."

"Master, this person..."

Lan Feng pointed to A Xing.

Feng Wushang said without raising his eyelids: "Keep it for now, if the mistress is disobedient, continue to cut off his fingers, after cutting off the fingers, cut off the toes, and after cutting off the toes, cut off the limbs... Mistress is sorry Your subordinates will naturally be obedient."

"Feng Wushang, you lunatic..."

Hearing this, Murong Jiujiu was almost trembling with anger.

At this time, I heard Feng Wushang's faint voice: "Lan Feng, trying to find a way to tell the world, it means that Princess Li, the regent, returned to Dongyue to rescue her old friend, and on the way back, she was buried in a fire pit, and her body was turned into ashes..."

Murong Jiujiu sneered: "Do you think anyone will believe it?"

Feng Wushang also sneered: "It's up to him not to believe it."

"Mistress, don't worry about me..." Ah Xing yelled equally anxiously, but he was tightly restrained, even if he wanted to commit suicide, it was impossible, so he could only look at Feng Wushang angrily.

Behind him, the inn was completely engulfed by a fire.

The billowing thick smoke went straight up to the blue sky, roasting the juniors, and there were bursts of fiery pain.

Murong looked at Feng Wushang's jet-black figure carrying her back for a long time, and felt dizzy for a while. She couldn't hear A Xing's voice anymore, and passed out on the ground with a bang.

In a daze.

She has been having a dream.

In the dream, it was the child with beautiful eyes like amber, holding her small hand, talking non-stop, sometimes laughing, sometimes teasing happily.

If you listen carefully, you will only hear one sentence, "...with blood as a matchmaker, one's destiny is fixed...forever forever...she is your wife, she is your wife..."

"My wife, my wife... I can't live or die... I can't bear you..."

I don't know how long the dream has been.

After Murong Jiujiu woke up again, he found himself lying on a rickety carriage with a soft blanket under his body, so the lying down was not uncomfortable, even comfortable.

But when she raised her eyes and saw Feng Wushang who was sharing the same car with her in the carriage, her complexion was not so pretty.

At this time, Feng Wushang was sitting by the window, looking at a book with lowered eyes, as if to pass the time.

After all, he is the noble son who was born in everyone, even if it is just such a simple movement, if he does it casually, it still exudes an indescribable elegance.

"woke up."

Murong Jiujiu wasn't in the mood to appreciate anything, she sat up from the blanket in a jerk, only to find that her dantian felt uncomfortable, and she couldn't use any internal energy.

It was only then that she remembered that Feng Wushang had nailed the ecstasy needle into her body.

The carriage under him kept moving, and he could faintly hear the sound of horseshoes accompanying him outside. Murong Jiujiu thought of something, and hurriedly opened the curtain beside him.

I saw that there was a vast expanse of surroundings outside, and there was no human habitation.

Obviously they have reached the border of Dongyue, and it is only a matter of time to enter Xishan.

"You were in a coma for two days."

Feng Wushang finally put down the scroll in his hand, with a handsome face and dark eyes, he looked over, saw the vast world outside the window, and continued: "Tomorrow we will reach Mount Hua."

"Where's Ah Xing?"

Murong Jiujiu said coldly, facing this man, she had nothing to say, she only hoped that Yuhua could come to rescue her.

"Do you really care about a subordinate so much?"

Feng Wushang raised his eyebrows.

Murong turned his face away for a long time, and smiled coldly: "Of course a cold-blooded person like you won't understand."

"Are you expecting Baili Yuhua to rescue you?"

Feng Wushang was not moved at all, and said quietly.

Murong Jiujiu snorted and didn't speak.

"Lanfeng, cut off that kid's finger again," Feng Wushang ordered out of the window without warning, still slowly and leisurely, without even the slightest murderous intent.

"Yes," said a respectful voice.

But Murong Jiujiu's complexion changed drastically when he heard the words, he said in surprise: "What are you doing?"

Feng Wushang looked at her with an innocent face, and replied: "My Patriarch asked you a question, if you don't answer, you don't take my Patriarch seriously, if you are so disobedient, I will naturally cut that kid off. "

Even though Murong Jiujiu was so angry that he couldn't look up to him, when he was in a hurry, he still had to open his mouth and answer obediently: "Yes, I've been thinking about Yuhua coming to save me all the time, are you satisfied?"

If eyes could kill, now Murong Jiujiu wished he could kill the proud man in front of him with his eyes.

(End of this chapter)