The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 22 The wild species of unknown origin

After Feng Zhirou returned to the house, she asked all the maids and women in the house to retreat, and when there was no one else in the house, she tore off the veil covering her face.

It showed a face full of abscesses, covered with dense red envelopes, which was as disgusting as it could be.

Feng Zhirou took out the ointment that Feng Wuxie had given her, and hurriedly applied it on the red envelopes.

It's really strange to say that these pustules immediately become cool when they touch the ointment, and they are no longer painful or itchy, and they are indescribably comfortable.

It seems that this medicine is real.

It wasn't until every part of her face was wiped off that Feng Zhirou let out a long sigh of relief, put on the veil again, and walked to Xu's room with the ointment.

When Feng Zhirou walked into Xu's room, she was leaning on the soft couch, her face was also covered with a veil, and she was lying listlessly.

Seeing Feng Zhirou walk in, there was some light on her withered face, and she hurriedly got up and asked, "How is it?"

"It really is that bitch." Feng Zhirou replied bitterly.

Xingyuan's eyes were full of vicious sharp light, wishing to tear Feng Wuxie into pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart.

So Feng Zhirou told Xu Shi everything that Feng Wuxie said verbatim.

After listening for a while, Mrs. Xu's face was overcast, she slapped the table resentfully, said through gritted teeth, "I never thought that this little bastard would have such vicious thoughts."

"Mom, what should we do then? We can't just sit back and hand over the position of Patriarch. Now that Dad is not at home, our mother and I don't even have a backer." Feng Zhirou wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, a little flustered Said.

If the Patriarch's position is just handed over, their good life will come to an end from now on, and that Feng Wuxie holds a grudge so much, maybe how he will torture them.

Mrs. Xu snorted coldly, her eyes glowed green like poison: "Daughter, why did you lose your footing so quickly? Don't forget that not only is there a backing behind you, but also a mountain. A mountain that can crush a man to death."

Mrs. Xu lightly pressed her hand on the back of Feng Zhirou's, and pressed it hard, her eyes were full of calculations: "Doesn't Feng Wuxie want the little Patriarch? Then give it to her. "

"Mother, do you really want to hand over the position of patriarch to that little bitch?" Feng Zhirou became anxious when she heard Xu's words, and stood up abruptly.

"Or you girl just can't hold your breath." Mrs. Xu pulled her back and motioned her to sit down.

"How could mother let her succeed so easily? You are my own daughter. What is she, a bastard of unknown origin, worthy of fighting with you?"

When Feng Qingyun brought back the baby Feng Wuxie, Feng Liancheng and Feng Wuxie's mother had long since disappeared. After disappearing for such a long time, they suddenly had an extra child.

No one would believe this matter, but Feng Qingyun firmly insisted that Feng Wuxie was the son of the Feng family, and even took out the token of Feng Liancheng's patriarch, she really had no choice, so she let her keep it. down.

Now that little hoof and wings are stiff, do you want to dominate the Feng family?dream.

"Then you said just now that you would give her the position of Patriarch?" Feng Zhirou refused to let her go, her face full of anger.

"I meant to give it to her. I'm afraid she will have the life to take it, but not the life to enjoy it..."

"What does mother mean?"

Xu whispered a few words in Feng Zhirou's ear, and Feng Zhirou became more and more happy, and finally couldn't control herself, and burst out laughing.

"Mother, you are really a good planner. Even if Feng Wuxie has wings this time, she won't be able to fly, hahaha..."

After Feng Wuxie returned home and had dinner, he locked himself in the room, took out the Xuannv Heart Sutra and read it carefully.

It has to be said that this is indeed a superior book of internal strength and mental methods.

This book is divided into nine levels, each level's method is incomparably mysterious, and its power is even more powerful with each level.

In the previous life, under the guidance of her master, Wu Xie studied medicine and poison while practicing martial arts. Although she had moves, it was just a show.

But if it is coupled with this internal force, it will be completely different.

Feng Wuxie concentrated her mind and silently recited the mantra of the heart method. Gradually, she felt a hot current emanating from the tendons of her body, condensed into the dantian, and then flowed out from the dantian and entered the tendons. Although she was happy in her heart, But still dare not relax.

It was only after running for a little week that he slowly opened his eyes.

The dantian is no longer empty, it is filled with a mass of warm air.

Is this what the ancients called internal force?

Feng Wuxie was delighted to discover that this body was still a good seed for martial arts, and in just a few short hours, a layer of internal force had been accumulated in the body.

If you add time, you will definitely become a martial arts master.

She didn't dare to continue practicing, firstly because she was afraid that her body would not be able to bear it, and secondly, there were still many things to do tomorrow.

Now she needs to ensure that she has enough sleep in order to cope with the next thing.

However, the ideal is full, but the reality is skinny.

Feng Wuxie was lying on the bed just now, feeling a little drowsy.

Then she felt a slight noise outside the door. With internal strength, her hearing became more agile, her perception became more acute, and her sense of smell improved.

That familiar, annoying faint fragrance came again.

Every time Jun Yeli came, it seemed like he was in no man's land.

Killers know how to restrain their aura and hide their figure, for fear of leaving even the slightest trace.

But he didn't. Not only did he close the door with a bang, but when he entered the house, he acted recklessly and unscrupulously, as if he had returned to his own home.

"This flower is really ugly. If you like it, I can send you the most beautiful flower in the world."

The bed below him suddenly sank, as if he couldn't bear Jun Yeli's weight, he shivered, and even Feng Wuxie, who was sleeping on it, trembled violently.

In the next second, a pair of powerful hands hugged Feng Wuxie's slender waist tightly, and that oppressive aura instantly wrapped her up completely.

Feng Wuxie suppressed his anger, but closed his eyes tightly, knowing that he couldn't beat him, so he simply stopped making unnecessary struggles.

Maybe, he's just trying to be fresh for a while, as long as he ignores him and doesn't react to him, when he gets bored, he won't come to provoke her.

Looking at Feng Wuxie who was silent and forced himself to ignore him.

On the contrary, Jun Yeli's eyes were full of interest, this little woman is really interesting!
The woman in his arms was warm and soft, and the girlish fragrance penetrated straight into Jun Yeli's nose, making every pore on his body feel extremely comfortable.

Ordinarily, he has no shortage of women at all, as long as he is willing, there will be a lot of beautiful women who will come to him on their own initiative.

But he just likes the woman in front of him who is full of thorns and wants his life at every turn.

The restless big hand slowly moved up along the woman's soft waist, and Feng Wuxie's small face was emitting a reddish light in the night.

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed the slightly cold big hand, and shook it fiercely: "What do you want to do?"

Feng Wuxie sat up from the bed, clutching the quilt tightly with her small hands, covering the scenery on her chest, and looked at this difficult man with anger in her eyes.

I can't beat it, I can't shake it, it's really annoying!

Jun Yeli smiled charmingly, his evil face was full of mischief, and he just lay down like this, his tall body almost occupying the entire bed.

This made the tired and sleepy Feng Wuxie itch his teeth with hatred, he really wanted to poke hundreds of holes in his body with his silver needle.

"I'm tired and want to sleep." The man's voice was low and hoarse with exhaustion, and even the lower eyelids were covered with a faint shadow.

But what does this have to do with her?And what about lying in her boudoir?

"Go out." Feng Wuxie said angrily.

"I'm tired." Jun Yeli reiterated his wish without opening his eyes.

Although the bed under him was not as comfortable and spacious as his, but the faint fragrance of the girl on it made him feel surprisingly comfortable.

Feng Wuxie was so angry that this man was stuck here, and he kicked Jun Yeli in the abdomen.

Maybe it's because he's too tired, but this bed suits him so well.

Jun Yeli, who was gradually falling asleep, was kicked firmly, and then he groaned, covering his abdomen with his hands and curling up.

"You, you woman..."

His words were intermittent, his face was pale, Feng Wuxie wanted to ignore him, but a bloody smell permeated the air.

The blood trickled down Jun Yeli's fingers, onto Feng Wuxie's bed, staining the quilt beneath him red.

"Are you injured?" Feng Wuxie asked in surprise.

She never thought that this powerful and arrogant man would be injured.

Jun Yeli was sweating profusely from the pain, and nodded weakly. If it wasn't for protecting this heartless woman, how could he get hurt.

"Lie down, I'll check it for you." Feng Wuxie went down to the ground, and quickly brought his medicine box.

Knowing that she knew medical skills, Jun Yeli lay peacefully on the bed without saying a word.

Let those little hands tear off the clothes on his body, revealing his muscular chest muscles.

It wasn't until seeing the blood-stained gauze wrapped around the man's abdomen that Feng Wuxie frowned, revealing his professional side as a doctor.

"Knowing that you are injured, you still run around. Do you know that this will kill you?"

The wound on the man's body was bloody and bloody. In the ancient times when medical skills were underdeveloped, a piece of gauze was casually wrapped, let alone sutured, and there was not even the minimum disinfection.

If the wound is infected, it will really kill people.

Feng Wuxie picked up the flagon on the table and carefully cleaned the wound with gauze. Although the movements were not gentle, they were absolutely serious.

Even Jun Yeli, who had kept his eyes closed, couldn't help but open them, watching this woman's strange movements.

Heart filled with warm tenderness.

After the wound was cleaned up, Feng Wuxie sterilized the silver needle on the candle, pulled out a hair from his head, and inserted it into the needle hole.

Although he didn't want to admit it, his kick was definitely not light, which made his wound open again, and a trace of guilt slipped in Feng Wuxie's heart.

"Be patient, it will be fine soon."

The smile in Jun Yeli's eyes was even bigger, but his tone was as unbeatable as ever: "If you kiss me, I will get better sooner."

(End of this chapter)