Chapter 429 (1/2)

Feng Ling ran, thin lips slightly open, want to call ”imperial doctor”, then to the mouth, his fingers tight, the picture of the imperial doctor touching small things flashed in his brain, he could not help the violence in his body, black eyes scarlet want to kill.

Suddenly, there was a sound in his head.

”Fenglingran, give me your body. Xier's condition is very bad now.”

It's the voice of purple. It's very urgent.

Feng Ling Ran's dark eyes flashed with strange blood. Her fingers pulled the brocade quilt to cover Xiao Xi's even legs and covered the quilt with a touch of bright red.

”Give me the medicine.”

Feng Ling ran doesn't even want to invite the imperial doctor. How can she be willing to put the purple clothes out easily?

”She was hurt by a magic instrument, and her ribs and viscera have been hurt. If I give you medicine, you can't cure her.” The voice of purple dress is a little angry, think he does not know what Feng Ling Ran is thinking? However, he was afraid that he would look at his woman. Don't forget that his purple clothes and fenglingran were originally the same root. The woman of fenglingran was also his woman.

He is a virtual body, and it's OK to ignore them for the time being. But now, his little apprentice is so seriously injured that fenglingran refuses to let him out. Is that selfish?

”Hurt by magic weapon?” Feng Ling ran murmured to herself, a short whip flashed in her head, which was the short whip of shangguanyan'er.

”Xi'er's injury is very serious. I have to help her to check the condition of the injury before I can prescribe the right medicine. Feng Ling ran, you don't want Xi'er to have something to do, do you? Give me your body, and only I can heal Xi'er's injury. ” Ziyi was very worried and had to soften Fengling. He was right. He was the only one who could not cure the injuries caused by magic weapons.

Feng Ling ran looked at Xiao Xi's pale face, as if it would break when touched. His thick and slender feathered eyelashes trembled and closed slowly.

When he opened his eyes again, his pupils flashed through the mysterious dark water and saw Xiao Xi's pale face. His slender fingers immediately picked up Xiao Xi's thin white wrist.

A moment later.

He put down Xiao Xi's wrist, brow tight frown, eyes fell on her waist, also can't care so much, slender fingers untied Fengling ran to help her put on neat clothes, he handsome face slightly red, quickly looked at her smooth and tender waist.

From the appearance, there is no scar, the skin is as white and delicate as when there is no injury.

But the flesh inside the skin is already unbearable. This is the fatal damage of the magic weapon.

However, if there is no alchemist to help save, people who are injured by magic weapons will die.

The wicked woman wanted his little disciple's life!

The dark eyes in purple flashed a strange cold light, and fed Xiao Xi a pill. His slender fingers twisted a tiny and sharp knife.

Seeing that the quilt in the way is covered in Xiao Xi's legs, he waves it with his hand, and the quilt opens and falls to one side.

When Ziyi saw Xiao Xi's beautiful legs, which were even and delicate and smooth, the demon light at the bottom of her eyes moved, and a picture flashed in her head. She and Feng Ling ran

Ziyi breathed a little bit quickly, raised his hand to slap himself, the corner of his lips shed blood, he laughed: ”the thought is really dirty and dirty, little disciple is seriously injured at the moment, I also mean to think of these?”

”Xi'er, it will hurt a little when the master cuts the knife, but the congestion on your waist must be released. Bear with it.”

Purple couldn't bear it, but there was no way. She was injured from her waist to her ribs and lungs, and the vicious woman was very insidious. She hit the little fox in every inch.

Knife, cut open Xiao Xi's waist skin, dark red blood, from her waist flow out.

Xiao Xi gave a painful ”um” and twisted her body. When her legs twisted, she was clamped tightly by Ziyi's arm. Seeing that her upper body twisted violently, Ziyi was afraid that her injured ribs would be hurt. She put down the knife, stretched her right hand, and pressed it on her exquisite clavicle.

Xiao Xi was pressed some breathless, slowly opened her eyes, saw a beautiful face, she twisted the beautiful, weak smile.

”Husband.”

Her smile, pale like a fragile Epiphyllum, delicate and heartache.