Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

When Gu Feng Jinshang hesitated for a moment, he was taken out by that unknown shadow.

The counterfeit stopped mocking him, and Wu Suiyun, who had been half lying on the ground, finally rolled his eyes, when he saw Feng Qingyue on the wooden frame over there.The originally exhausted body tensed instantly, and the whole person was about to jump up.Feng Qingyue suddenly opened her eyes and shook her head at him.When the counterfeit turned his head, his eyes closed slowly again.Seeing Feng Qingyue's actions, Wu Suiyun didn't dare to move too much, he must not harm Seventh Miss because of himself.

She must ensure Wu Suiyun's safety, and make sure that everything is safe before she can do anything, otherwise, even if she kills this woman, so what, if Wu Suiyun dies, then she will feel guilty for the rest of her life.

That Wu Suiyun, who is strong but strong like a nanny, takes care of her meticulously, she will never allow him to have the slightest accident.In this world, there are really not many people who treat her so well.

The counterfeit came to the side, scooped out water from the dirty bucket, and poured it on Feng Qingyue's face. [

"Bitch, you should wake up." Ice-cold water poured on Feng Qingyue's face, a kind of slightly salty water with a bloody smell flowed down the corner of Feng Qingyue's mouth. It was mixed with Wu Suiyun's blood.There is no one else in this basement except Wu Suiyun, and anything mixed with blood is Wu Suiyun's blood. Thinking of this, Feng Qingyue opened her eyes and swept towards this fake.

"Hehe. Stare at me. With such beautiful eyes, I really don't know what will happen if I dig them out?" Seeing Feng Qingyue's anger, a happy smile appeared on the counterfeit's face.

"The seventh miss of the Feng family, you actually associate with people from the Thousand Islands. Or, are you a counterfeit at all?" Feng Qingyue didn't care about this woman's threat, as if she was making a routine, and followed the counterfeit Small talk.

"Miss Feng's Seventh? What is that? A counterfeit? So what. You should worry about yourself, such a pretty face, should you cut your face first or cut your lips first?" The counterfeit treated his identity Not caring, that relaxed and casual appearance made Feng Qingyue more cautious.

"Aren't you afraid that your mouth will never heal for the rest of your life?" Feng Qingyue looked at the counterfeit coldly.

"If I kill you, everything you own will be mine?" Facing Feng Qingyue's threat, the counterfeit didn't care, but sneered even more ferociously.Saying that, he picked up a dagger from the table, pointed at Feng Qingyue's left cheek, and stabbed it fiercely.