Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

The military doctor was so frightened by the sudden clap that he knelt to the ground and knocked his head three times. The whole man was shaking like chaff.

"Back, back, your majesty! This girl, she, she, she's nothing..."

"Nonsense!" before beitangye scolded, beitangxi on one side couldn't help pointing to Luo Yunran, "are you blind! People are like this. You tell me it's okay? It's like this? Will you see a doctor in the end!"

The military doctor was so frightened that he didn't dare to get up on the ground. He was covered with cold sweat. "What the minister and minister said is true! Do you want or change someone to have a look?"

"No need..." Luo Yun, who was lying on the bed, made a noise and was as angry as a hairspring, "I'm fine..."

She knew in her heart that the military doctor was right just now.

She was really fine. The Lingshu system gave her a general examination. Everything was normal, which showed that she was all right.

Even the Lingshu system can't find out what's wrong with him. How can the military doctor see it.

"But!" Bei Tangxi was unconvinced.

"OK." beitangye interrupted his sister. He waved and motioned to the military doctor, "go down."

Beitangxi stared in amazement, "brother?"

This military doctor is so useless. Why do you keep it? He's obviously a quack!

After catching up with the military doctor in Beitang night, his eyes suddenly lifted and fell on Beitang Xi, "and you, go down too. Don't disturb Yunran's rest here."

Beitangxi's small face suddenly wrinkled up, very wronged, weakly said, "I will be very quiet, and I will never quarrel with sister Yun."

"That's not good. If you go out, you go out and obey." beitangye's face was fierce and became serious.

In fact, beitangxi was afraid of beitangye at the bottom of his heart. He was suddenly warned by him. Although he was still dissatisfied, he honestly lowered his head and moved out step by step.

Beitangye personally went to the washbasin stand, twisted a cloth towel for Luo Yunran, wiped the cold sweat on her face, "now lie here for a while, someone will watch outside, and call them whenever you need anything. I won't disturb you to rest."

Luo Yunran gently nodded his head to say he heard it.

The cloth towel on his forehead moved away, and then the footsteps of Beitang night also drifted away

Beitang night returned to his camp and a strange man was waiting for him.

The man's back was bent into a very abnormal and strange shape, with disheveled hair and drooping head. He glanced slightly from the side. He already felt that his face was as terrible as the ancient fierce beast in the gay strange novel. He made people look at it and didn't dare to look at it again.

"See little Lord!"

At the sight of Beitang night, the man immediately became respectful.

Beitang night answered, and did not show much about the man's frightening and ugly face.

Instead, he walked to the corner, took a small pottery pot from the top of the cabinet and held it in his hand. The pot looked like a cricket keeper.

He came back and put the pottery pot on the table. "She's very bad now. The military doctor can't find out anything. Is there something wrong with your things?"

The strange man glanced strangely at the pottery pot on the table. I don't know if it's because he was ugly, maybe it's just a very ordinary glance, which makes people feel gloomy and terrible.

"Let me check it."

The man said, and then dragged a lame forward.

With a crash, he lifted the lid.

The man lifted up one side of his messy hair and showed a surprisingly large eye. He suddenly leaned close to the mouth of the jar and stared inside.

The eyes turned several times at the mouth of the jar, and the picture was really strange.

If you see it in the middle of the night, you have to scare several people alive.

After watching for a moment, the man took his head back, put down his hair and arched his hand towards the North Hall night. "This little thing is really restless now, and there is a faint tendency to explode and die."

Beitang night frowned, "explode and die?"

He unconsciously rubbed his chin with one hand and narrowed his eyes slightly, making the tear mole under the corner of his eye look more red as blood, "what will happen to her if this little thing dies?"

"Naturally, the prison imposed on her was broken," said the man.

Beitang night's face sank suddenly, and the whole body was covered with strong black air, "that's not good. What should I do if I don't want to release the imprisonment."

"This phenomenon will appear now. It seems that the imprisonment is not strong enough. If you don't want the imprisonment to be broken, you naturally need to strengthen the imprisonment." the man was unhurried and answered like a stream.

"How to add, will it have any impact on her?" Beitang night asked.

The freak laughed twice, "The more times the witchcraft is used, the more impact it will have. To strengthen the imprisonment, we must do what we have done before, but I can't say what the consequences will be. Maybe if we don't grasp it carefully, there will be more memories imprisoned and tampered with, or she will have a large area of amnesia, worse memory, or mental degradation to children, which is very difficult It's all possible, or... It's unknown to kill it directly. "

As soon as Beitang night patted the table, "bang" made a sound, "I don't care what way you use, don't let her die, otherwise I'll let you bury with you!"

The strange man's strange smile suddenly stopped and hung his head bitterly.

He didn't speak for a long time, and the patience of Beitang night was worn away, "did you hear me talking to you?"

The strange man shrunk his shoulder like a frightened mouse. He "cooed" twice in his throat. Then he slowly replied, "I heard..."

Beitangye snorted a breath from his nose, and his chin line was about to break. "OK, hurry up and do something now."

After a while, the strange man nodded his head, then held the jar and silently moved to the corner.

Beitang night propped his forehead with a thick battle plan at hand.

But he couldn't see a word at the moment.

"Little master..."

The ghost like voice suddenly floated from the distance again.

As soon as Beitang night looked up, he saw the man waving to himself, like a ghost, "come here."

As soon as Beitang night propped up the table, he got up and strode over, "what are you doing?"

The man seemed to twitch magically, but he had a dagger between his twisted fingers.

North Hall night eyebrows a pick, instantly clear, "understand, want my blood, don't you?"

Originally, this little thing was raised here. He had to eat his blood every day. Now he has to strengthen his imprisonment. I think his blood is also indispensable.

The man shook his head, "no..."