Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

Under Miss Wen's admiring eyes, Feng Qingyue said slowly, looking at the young man whose face was twisted in pain and unable to speak, and the sweat was dripping down, Feng Qingyue reminded, "I gave you a message before." The medicine he takes increases the pain ten times, and he has to endure ten times the pain of a woman giving birth."

Miss Wen imagined the pain and touched her stomach, feeling a little unbearable, but when she thought of what he had done, her brows stood up, "It deserves it."

Suddenly, a sneaky figure passed behind the two of them without anyone noticing. Feng Qingyue and Miss Wen looked at each other, and then swaggered after, wearing the clothes of a jailer anyway.

It was a young man about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a Tsing Yi that was similar in color to the blue bricks, he looked very stealthy, his movements were nimble like a civet cat, and his speed was silent like a gecko, wandering through the prison.Every time you come to a closed door, you will stop.

"Selling all kinds of escape tools for everyone to get out of the prison. The price is cheap and fair, and only ten high-grade spirit stones are sold for each." The boy's eyes are huge, almost occupying one-third of the entire face, talking about his eyes While turning around nimbly, one piece can be sold every now and then.Along the way, a lot of things were sold, and the young man was obviously in a good mood. [

"Stop." Miss Wen imitated the jailer's voice. After the boy heard it, he lay on the wall like a gecko, motionless.

Feng Qingyue and Miss Wen looked at each other. When they reached the wall, they lifted their clothes, but the person disappeared. What kind of routine is this, to take off their clothes and run away?Miss Wen touched the wall, there was no one on the wall, not even the slightest trace, wall penetration?

"So that's how it is." Feng Qingyue also looked around suspiciously, there was no fluctuation, it was impossible to run so fast.Feng Qingyue paced and thought, and suddenly made a move that made Miss Wen think she had suddenly gone crazy.

Facing a green brick on the ground, Feng Qingyue used her energy and stomped hard on it.

And that ordinary green brick suddenly jumped up and turned into a human form. It was the boy from before, holding his right hand with his left hand, and screaming, "It hurts!"

"How did you find him?" Miss Wen was surprised to see this magic scene, and looked at the previous position, but there was nothing.

"The feeling of stepping on it is different." Feng Qingyue shrugged.

"Impossible!" Hearing this, the young man jumped up like a cat with a blown hair, and immediately jumped up to retort, "I simulated not only the image but also the texture, it can't be different, it's impossible!"

While refuting Feng Qingyue, the young man reflected on himself, did he overlook something?How did a trick that was tried and failed a hundred times be discovered?Could it be that he will be discovered by others in the future? What is the problem? The young man fell into the panic he fabricated for himself.

Feng Qingyue didn't answer the boy's question, the reason why she found out was because.After the strange pair of boots were attached to the shoes, she felt as if she was flying when she walked, and when she walked to the brick, it was obvious that she was stepping on something substantial.According to the habit of the untrodden boots, he does not allow himself to step on the ground, so of course it is no problem to step on people, and it is something to be proud of to step on weak prey.It turned out that Feng Qingyue's empathy was successful.

If he can find out what's wrong with him, then Feng Qingyue will definitely admire him.The root of this matter is entirely from a pair of boots that cannot be trampled on.Competing with a pair of boots, sorry boy!

"With the ability to simulate, and you are so short, I know who you are, you are..."