Bianjing little doctor

With his back to the door, Fu Jiuqu slowly stretched out his hand amidst Zhang Xun's heart-piercing curses, and closed the door that had been kicked open.

His face was expressionless, calm and indifferent, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his slender fingers slowly touched the sword at his waist.

Zhang Xun narrowed his sharp eyes, watched his movements, and sneered.

He thought it was a life-and-death struggle. Unexpectedly, Fu Jiuqu slowly untied his sword, threw it in front of Xin Yi, glanced at her silently, and put Xin Yi on the wooden cabinet. Moved slightly, looked at him and said lightly:
"Come."

Zhang Xun saw him holding Xinyi's cup and drinking Xinyi's tea as naturally as in his own home, and the jealousy that was already on fire almost drove him crazy.

"Okay. Either you die or I live today."

Zhang Xun moved forward with lightning speed. Fu Jiuqu moved his arm slightly, but he didn't dodge it.

An old fist hit him hard in the chest——

"Fight back."

Men have a strange sense of self-esteem in front of women. Zhang Xun didn't see Fu Jiuqu fighting back, and he didn't feel that he had won. He looked at Fu Jiuqu's quiet eyebrows and handsome face with anger and envy, and hated for no reason. It was so irritated that it was stabbed red, and the veins on his forehead were also swollen.

It was another punch, and it came out again.

"Fu Jiuqu!" Seeing that Fu Jiuqu still had no intention of fighting back, Xin Yi shouted excitedly, reminding him of the danger.

Fu Jiuqu didn't move, but stared at Zhang Xun with cold eyes.

"Why didn't you fight back? Why? Show your integrity, or think that I can forgive you?" Zhang Xun gasped for breath, and his anger was not calmed down by punching Fu Jiuqu twice.

Instead, he felt humiliated.

The humiliation was even worse.

"Back then, you and I took the exam together in the Youke (Martial Arts Examination). You were a disciple of Diqing, the king of Guangling County, and I was a commoner. I never lost half a point to you when I bowed, rode and shot, but I was not as good as you in the art of war and Moyi. That's me. There is no good husband, no good background. Do you really think that I am not as good as you? In your heart, I am not your brother, I am still a grassroots person, so you dare to insult me ​​like this, don't you..."

Fu Jiuqu gave him a deep look, closed his eyes, and didn't answer.

He was speechless.

I am ashamed.

In Zhang Xun's view, he was dismissive and ignored himself.

"Don't think that if you don't fight back, I will be merciful. From today on, you and I are brothers..."

Zhang Xun's gnashing of teeth roared extremely ferociously.

The breeze blows warm outside the window, and the Wuzhang River is bleak.

Zhang Xun swept across with his fists and feet, and was extremely fierce in a hurry. He had no intention of restraining himself, as if he had exhausted all his strength...

boom!The sound of fists piercing flesh fell in Xin Yi's ears.

Frightened.

Fu Jiuqu's body flew out under Zhang Xun's relentless blow, and hit the door heavily. The closed door fell to the ground with a sound. Down.

"Ninth Brother!"

Roaring with red eyes, Xin Yi rushed towards Fu Jiuqu like a bird in a forest, knelt down in front of him, held his face, and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you stupid? He hit you, why didn't you fight back? We were not wrong. You didn't do anything wrong to him. He died, and you took care of his parents, wife and children. What's wrong with you...even if it's wrong, it's my fault , I seduced you first..."

"You step back."

"Ninth brother."

Fu Jiuqu raised his head slowly, the bright red blood on the corner of his lips made his handsome face even paler for no reason, but seeing Xin Yi's worried expression, he actually smiled at her.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine."

How can it be okay?
He is a patient with heart disease.

Xin Yi stretched his hands across the face of Fu Jiuqu, turned around to face Zhang Xun with disheveled hair, his black pupils were as cold and chilling as if dyed in autumn mist, but his throat was as hoarse as a sob.

"I seduced him. If you have any grudges, come to me."

Zhang Xun's red eyes showed a sneer, and he pronounced every word in a correct way.

"Cheater, husband, adulterer, woman, all deserve to die!"

Xin Yi looked at the scratches and redness on Zhang Xun's face, clenched his teeth, and slowly clenched his fists.

"Damn you! Zhang Xun, I'm the woman you don't want. The whole city of Bianjing knows that you despise me and hate me. I'm just what you don't want. It's a big joke that everyone in Bianjing knows. What right do you have to dislike me? Will I come back if I want to come back later?"

"You are my wife. It's up to me to decide whether I want you or not."

"Bah!" Xin Yi spat and looked at him coldly, still protecting Fu Jiuqu, as if he wanted to fight Zhang Xun desperately.

"Even if I die, it's not up to you to decide."

"Get out of the way!" Zhang Xun roared like a roar.

Xin Yi was suffocated.

She was a little afraid of Zhang Xun, not only because he was tall and burly, but also because he was second in martial arts, no matter how strong she was, how could she be the opponent of the best fighters in the world?

She didn't feel ashamed if she couldn't beat Zhang Xun.

It would be a shame if Zhang Xun bullied her man.

"Don't let..."

Xin Yi didn't hesitate, and roared back in a hoarse voice, just like fighting just now, without retreating an inch, and even put on a posture of dying.

"Fool..." Fu Jiuqu stood up slowly, put Xin Yi half in his arms with one hand, and patted her on the back as if coaxing a child. Seeing that her clothes were broken, he pulled the one off. Wrapping her in the cloak, he picked her up and sat on the chair, caressing her swollen cheeks, with quiet and gentle eyes.

"Sit back and watch, Brother Nine will avenge you."

Xin Yi was startled.

He looked calm and didn't look like he was going to fight.

What is this saying?

Fu Jiuqu said flatly, "He shouldn't have hit you."

Xin Yi's eyes followed him, and saw Fu Jiuqu slowly stand up to face Zhang Xun, a cold chill gradually formed on his calm face, he gently wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his finger, and the emerald green finger was stained with vermilion.

"A concubine's love. Heh..." Zhang Xun took two steps towards him, "Do you really think I'm dead?"

Fu Jiuqu didn't answer his words, and said coldly: "Just now I gave you three punches, I owe you. Now, what I want to get back is what you owe her."

Zhang Xun sneered: "Why do you collect debts for her? Who are you to her?"

Fu Jiuqu's eyebrows were dark, "I like her because I like her. I, Fu Jiuqu, is a woman whom Fu Jiuqu loves so much, and I don't allow others to touch her."

"Hahahahaha." Zhang Xun let out a wild and painful laugh, "You haven't been close to women for many years, can you not recognize immature women? You are really stupid. She is my wife, don't let me get involved What? She was already mine. Before you, she was tired of sleeping with me, and you picked up my broken shoes, and you turned out to be a treasure..."

Bang!
A muffled sound passed through his ears, and Fu Jiuqu stepped forward and kicked Zhang Xun hard in the heart.

Before Zhang Xun finished speaking, there was only a cry of pain and screams.

"Sneak attack on me. What kind of hero is he? You bastard!"

Zhang Xun cursed and was about to get up when Fu Jiuqu punched him in the stomach again.