Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 459 Slave Dirty
Huanse's whole body was shaken, she was so nervous that she was so stiff that she couldn't move, and she didn't even react when the iron chain was shot at her.

At the critical moment, Xian Ge blocked him.

"You are here, injured."

Lie Jiuqing's cold voice came from behind, very sure.

She pressed hard, neither lightly nor hard, but it made Huanse tighten and tremble vaguely.

Through the clothes, Huanse could still clearly feel the temperature of her fingertips, and it could still burn him in the cold rain.

Lie Jiuqing's arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, and the moment his hand fell, she was shaken away by joy.

"Dirty slave."

After she finished speaking, she carefully clasped her arm with one hand and let her lean against the tree.

Lie Jiuqing took the opportunity to touch his shoulder. Huanse took advantage of the opportunity to avoid the iron chain and easily avoided it, and in the blink of an eye he was far away from her.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became particularly serious, and Huanse deliberately avoided her.

"Ding Dong..."

Lie Jiuqing's five senses were much stronger than others. He heard a strange bell sound, but it disappeared when he heard it again.

Xian Ge suddenly raised her voice to remind, "Madam, behind your back!"

As soon as Lie Jiuqing lifted the silver needle from his fingertips, his joy was already moving, and he broke the attacker's neck in the blink of an eye.

He silently guarded Lie Jiuqing, and no one stepped within a ten-foot radius.

Lie Jiuqing lowered his eyes and tightened his hand on the ink bracelet.

Besides Wen Rong, who else could there be such a powerful person, such a dedicated person for her?
Once she had a guess, she couldn't help but keep thinking about it.

I even want to verify it until I can confirm the answer.

After Xian Ge killed several people, he landed on the treetop next to Lie Jiuqing. "Madam, you don't look well. Please adjust your breathing first. The young master will be here soon."

"Ah."

"Ding Dong..."

Lie Jiuqing paused and glanced around, stopping at a familiar tree.

Xiange glanced at Lie Jiuqing strangely, then looked over from the corner of his eye, his expression of joy unmoving.

Although he was a slave, there was nothing mean about his aura.

He clearly had no sense of presence, but it was hard to ignore.

Is this person really a slave?The news from the investigation is that he is a slave.

Ah Huan, 22 years old.

An orphan lives in a mountain village in Shudi, southern China. His parents were killed due to war.

He was picked up by Mr. Turtle in a brothel. Mr. Turtle was a slave, so he was also a slave.

When he was ten years old, Shui Jiaojiao, the master of Tianyun Palace, fell in love with him and named him Ah Huan. He was raised by her side and he was very popular with her.

When he was 14 years old, he suddenly angered Shui Jiaojiao and was demoted to a slave.

Since then, he has become a despised person in Tianyun Palace, spending his whole life doing work that is worse than a pig or a dog.

Three months ago, Tianyun Palace abandoned a large number of sick people.

He was one of them, and it was said that he would not live for more than two months.

He was caught by human traffickers and later bought by Rong Qi.

This is all the information that can be found.

Xian Ge read A Huan's information several times.

He is sensitive and feels that he has problems everywhere, but he can't find any problems.

Lie Jiuqing's eyes kept chasing Huanse and never left for a moment.

He became nervous and never showed any emotion again.

"Dangdang..."

For the third time, Lie Jiuqing was sure that the sound did exist. It was very soft and almost disappeared in the rain.

The killers kept coming, as if they were endless, and Crescent Moon soon showed signs of fatigue.

"Brother, I always feel that something is not right. We fought for a long time and many people died. There doesn't seem to be much blood on the ground."

Xian Ge also discovered a problem, "Not only that, the number of corpses is also wrong."

Xian Yue subconsciously looked at Huan Se, covered her mouth with her hand, and lowered her voice and said: "He killed dozens of people at least, and the place has not moved. It stands to reason that the corpses have long been pushed into a mountain, but nothing seems to have changed since a quarter of an hour ago. "

The two sensed the crisis.

The joy suddenly stopped.

(End of this chapter)