C12 Hu Dao Dou (2/2)

Shangguan Wan clapped her hands, the smile on her face faded as she sighed, ”Hurry and return to your body. With your cultivation base, if you don't go back soon, something bad will happen.”

Luo Chen was so angry that he was trembling. When did he need a succubus to remind him?

Without waiting for Luo Chen to reply, Shangguan Wan spread out her arms and left the area.

Back in the Phoenix Restaurant, a eunuch fell to one knee as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qi He was shocked and immediately squatted down to support him. He asked with concern, ”What happened to you?”

Luo Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and replied, ”Nothing.”

This mouthful of blood was not because he was injured, but because he was infuriated by the vixen who was watching him make a fool out of himself.

The woman in the cabin sat down and took a sip of tea. ”Qi He, he doesn't seem to be in good health. Take him to rest first.” As he finished, he glanced at Luo Chen with his eyes. Indeed, they were as green as a bitter gourd.

Qi He nodded, and helped Luo Chen up, then bid farewell to Shangguan Wan, ”Aunt, we'll be leaving now.”

When the demons were not in his possession, his own body collapsed and weakened.

Shangguan Wan put down the teacup, touched her forehead, and said: ”Ok.”

It was already hard to find the Aral Dawn Wood, and now that there was a young Daoist, it would be even harder to find him in the future.

Although the little Daoist's magic power was shallow and was not his opponent, wouldn't it be annoying if he harassed him every now and then?

If only she had a way to get rid of him once and for all, but she couldn't kill him, and he was also Wei He's man, it wouldn't be easy to drive him away.

To come in high spirits and return in low spirits, this was the most realistic experience of falling into dust.

On the bed in the inner room of Liufang Hall, a certain man was lying down, enjoying the service exclusive to the princess.

”Come, drink this bowl of oily chicken soup. It's to replenish your blood.” Qi He brought the spoon to Luo Chen's mouth.

How could ordinary soup cure the wound in his heart? Unless it was a soup made with that goblin.

However, he didn't want to give Qi He any face, so he obediently opened his mouth and swallowed his words.

Before the bowl of soup was finished, a wave of imperial physicians entered Liufang Hall.

”Greetings, your Highness.” All the imperial physicians knelt down and kowtowed.

”No need for formalities, quickly come and help him take a look.” It was rare for Qi He to be so serious and courteous with his orders.

The imperial physicians thought that since the princess had called them all here, the patient must have contracted some terminal illness. One by one, they carefully checked his pulse.

”How is it?” Qi He looked confused.

The chief imperial physician swallowed a mouthful of saliva before answering, ”Reporting to the princess, he's just a mass of qi attacking his heart. It's nothing serious.”

In other words, they were simply angry, and that was all. Yet they had called over the imperial physicians who were working in the hospital to make a fuss.