Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 442
Because of that fateful blood curse, she is also doomed to never have a child of Baili Yuhua in this life.

That's why on that day, Feng Wushang said so swearingly that sooner or later she would come to a bad end, because in his eyes, a marriage without children and heirs would not last long.

Baili Yuhua is a single heir of two generations, even if he loves Murong Jiujiu so much that he doesn't care about his heir, but Murong Jiujiu can't bear to pretend to be confused all the time.

Whether it was for Baili Yuhua or for herself, the fateful blood curse made with Feng Wushang had to be undone.

And the person who untied the bell was the only one who could undo this blood curse, Feng Wushang, and Feng Wushang was annoyed that she married someone else, and it was too late to hate her.

How could it be possible to unravel the fateful blood curse for her.

That's why she made such a plan for herself, trying to find a way to undo it, but this plan, completely unexpected, Baili Yuhua also participated in.

And earlier than her, she has already started to participate.

"Of course I have a heart..."

It's just that her heart was all on Baili Yuhua's body, leaving no place for Feng Wushang.

The so-called destiny was a huge mistake from beginning to end.

"But how cruel you are...Murong Jiujiu, do you know that your plan almost succeeded? In fact, I never thought of beating your unborn baby from the beginning to the end, because he is connected with your natal life. , no matter what method is used, it is equivalent to sending you to the gate of hell, how can I bear it, hahahaha... I can't bear it..."

At the end, Feng Wushang himself couldn't stop laughing, but the smile was abnormally sad.

"It turns out that you have been testing me since you left Akiyama..."

But whether it was a test or not, she still lost in the end, "Patriarch Feng, why, you and I don't love each other, why don't you let me go free, you can set the blood curse, you can definitely break it..."

Why is it that she is not fulfilled.

Thinking that if the blood curse could not be broken, even if she had a child in her womb, she would not be able to give birth, and she might die because of it, Murong Jiujiu felt a feeling of despair.

She and Feng Wushang have no grievances or enmities, but because of this illusory blood curse that can affect her life, they are tightly bound together, and they are both in pain.

Feng Wushang finally restrained his emotions, he glanced at Murong Jiujiu coldly, and said viciously: "You have offended me with your audacity, my Patriarch just wants to see you suffer and see you die..."

"Patriarch, let me kill her."

Lan Feng finally couldn't bear it any longer. What a wise person the Patriarch is, to be cheated and manipulated by this woman again and again, he really deserves to die.

"presumptuous……"

Ah Xing was also not to be outdone, and protected Murong Jiujiu.

Beside him, the hundred poisonous masters were also full of vigilance.

Xiaoqing was perched on Murong Jiujiu's waist, with a big fisted snake head, spitting out its dark red letter dangerously, the yellow sarcoid on the head, at this moment in the wind and snow, like a golden crown.

"call……"

The cold wind howled, and the snowflakes were blown up one after another, only to realize that, at some point, it had already snowed, but the people and horses on both sides in the snow were like clay sculptures, motionless.

"Woooo..."

In this gradually confrontational atmosphere.

Suddenly there was a rush of flute sound in the distance, the sound of the flute was like weeping and crying, even though the surrounding wind howled and whimpered, it couldn't suppress the aggressiveness in the sound of the flute.

Containing internal strength, restraining arrogance, and rushing forward.

"Patriarch, they broke through the phantom array!"

At this time, a group of people suddenly rushed out in the distance.

Ah Xing was too late to be happy, and ran into Lan Feng's fierce killing move head-on, and the two immediately rolled into the snow in embarrassment, but they fought to the death.

Murong took a long look at Feng Wushang.

Xiaoqing hissed and spat out the letter on her shoulder, and beside her was a vicious master who had experienced many battles, Murong Jiujiu wanted to get away easily.

"Murong Jiujiu, what are you still poking there for?"

Suddenly a clamor sounded.

I saw that Xiaojiahuazi just now was looking at her with a look of hatred for iron.

Murong Jiujiu was unsure of the way this little beggar was going, but after his sudden warning outside the window just now, he could tell that it should be someone from his own side.

Immediately she stepped forward.

"If you leave, you will die."

Feng Wushang suddenly said coldly.

Murong didn't look back for a long time, just said: "Stay here, will you break my blood curse?"

The answer is of course no.

Murong Jiujiu smiled sadly, the cold wind whimpered, the heavy snow flew, the sounds of killing and bleeding could be heard everywhere, what is her way forward?Is it a dead end?

Facing the wind, she laughed louder and louder, but there was no joy at all, only despair.

Feng Wushang refused to undo her blood curse, and refused to let her go free... She could not give birth to this child for her beloved, and she could not even survive... Their plan was completely shattered in the end.

Tears do not know when, bursting out.

She staggered, just wanting to jump into the snow, but accidentally fell into a cold embrace.

"Feng Wushang, it's obviously your Jade Soul clan who deceived me, Yueling, and now you are using some kind of fate-defying curse to continue defrauding me. I have never seen you so shameless in this world."

He yelled and cursed, but it was that little beggar, who really couldn't stand Murong Jiujiu's weeping look, and cursed angrily.

"Who are you?"

Xiaojia Huazi stood in the snow with her hips akimbo, and said with a bit of arrogance: "Master, I will change my name and surname. I am Murong Qiqi from the Moon Spirit Clan."

It turned out that he was actually a member of the Moon Spirit Tribe.

With Feng Wushang's numb expression, he couldn't help but look at him twice more. A few days ago, he had been sending people to search for the remnants of the Moon Spirit Clan, but there was no news, and he didn't want to jump out by himself today.

However, there is no use anymore... everything is fake.

"roll."

He spit out a sentence coldly.

"Patriarch, just let them go like this?" Lan Feng shouted unwillingly.

The assassins rushing up to Qiushan receded like a tide.

Feng Wushang's whole body was like a clay sculpture, standing in the thick snow, unconscious, just after everyone left, he suddenly turned around staggeringly.

But as far as the eye can see, the figure of that person has blurred and disappeared.

"Homeowner..."

Murong Jiujiu was completely hopeless, and Feng Wushang's mood at this moment was completely hopeless.

He thought that he could get what he wanted, thought...it was all a lie, he finally exposed the lie himself, but why did his heart hurt so much.

"Haha, so what if I'm gone...Does Baili Yuhua think he's smart? Even if he used heresy tricks to get her pregnant, it's just pasting an extra life-threatening talisman on her body, haha...they There is no escape."

Feng Wushang muttered in the heavy snow, talking and laughing like a loser, then suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

But there was a drop of clear tears falling.

(End of this chapter)