I am the only concubine: the dragon concubine plays the kings

Chapter 447
"Yes, look, there is indeed white smoke coming out of his seven holes!"

"Who is this girl, why is she so strong?"

All the words were buzzing, and Fan was so angry that he wanted to end his life with a palm.

Huarong smiled even more wickedly, with a radiance on her face, "Fan, don't tell me, you thought I was saving you last night. Haha, do you think I'm still the one who has a crush on you?"

Fan let out a loud roar, raised his palm, and it hit his body, but there was only a dull pain. His vitality had been completely dispersed by the purple medicine.

"Okay, okay, the show is over, everyone, let's go back to the team! Haha, from now on, we flower gods will have to be even more busy, looking for evil monsters everywhere, hey Sanshisan, haha!"

Huarong laughed and closed the door.

In the room, the two little flower girls curled their lips and looked at Huarong with some contempt.

"Princess, are you using people to test the medicine again?"

"Of course, if you don't use him, who will you use?"

"Hmph, you obviously want to tie him by your side. Now it's all right. This handsome young man has lost all his vitality and is now like a mortal. Even his memory will disappear. Treat him well!"

The words of the flower girl are thorny and sour.

Huarong pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Fan who was gradually losing strength on the ground, "This is the result he deserves. Getting rid of him is also the wish of the heavenly people. Now this guy has lost all vitality and memory. Heaven will not look for him again."

The second little flower boy looked at each other, but didn't say much, sat down and ate the fruit.

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He remembered that he had lived a long, long time.

So long that I forgot myself and everything.

Opening his eyes again, Fan looked bewilderedly at the bright and clean inn room, where a woman and two children were sitting.

The woman in white clothes is Shengxue, with a pretty side face, holding a piece of paper in one hand, and picking up herbs on the table with the other, cautiously, but also full of joy.

The autumn wind gradually entered, and gently rolled up the woman's sleeves. The beauty was picturesque, the light was faint, and there were two innocent children beside her, Fan couldn't help being stunned for a while.

Why, he can't remember himself, and he can't remember this woman, but he has a familiar feeling?

Could it be that this woman is his wife, and these two children are his children?

Fan is like a child who has just passed away. Although many memories are gone, it is really not the view of the devil. The moment he wakes up, he is deeply attracted by this warm picture.

(End of this chapter)