The Poisonous Pet of the Remnant King: The Doctor Concubine Covers the Sky

The night is dark and cold, and the cold moon is flying frost.

The slender whip flew up like a spirit snake, and swung towards Mokong as if trying to split the cold moon. The whistling sound broke the silence of the night.

Xuanyuan Zhiyue's narrow and upturned phoenix eyes, like a fox, suddenly ignited a mass of real flame.His pupils reflected the shadow of the snake that pierced through the air, and the shadow of the snake continued to enlarge. As the fierce qi hit his face, his long flowing hair was lifted by the strong wind.

The big feet wearing golden silk auspicious clouds and black shoes must be, and the gorgeous dark purple robe is flying up.A strong and direct airflow whirls up.At that moment, it seemed that even the invisible air was threatened, causing ripples like ripples.Bright purple light enveloped his whole body, and those jewel-like pupils seemed to be dyed a little bit of coquettish purple in an instant.

Bronze-colored, big palms with well-defined joints protruded from the halo, slowly and lazily, with five fingers spread out, like a poppy flower blooming in the dark, scorching the eyes.

However, it was the beautiful five fingers that were like a flower swaying in the wind, easily grasping the long whip that fell off, and then quickly flipped the wrist, wrapping the whip around the bend of the arm in the blink of an eye.Grabbing the long whip's arm with force, he flew forward briskly.

Hua Xiangrong was sensitive when she saw that Xuanyuan Zhiyue was going to attack with all her strength, but it was too late, and with that force restraining her, she uncontrollably ran towards Xuanyuan Zhiyue.There was no time to think about countermeasures, and in the blink of an eye, she crashed into Xuanyuan Zhiyue's arms.

Xuanyuan Zhiyue grabbed Hua Xiangrong's wrist and twisted it forcefully, the whip wrapped around his arm immediately passed onto Hua Xiangrong's hands, and after Hua Xiangrong spun a few times under Xuanyuan Zhiyue's strength, Hua Xiangrong Xiang Rong stopped her body, her hands had been cut behind her back by her own whip.

"You—" Hua Xiangrong moved her trapped hands, and glared at Xuanyuan Zhiyue with both eyes.

Xuanyuan Zhiyue frowned, did not speak with a sullen face, and pulled her aside.

"Let go of me, or I will make you regret it!" Hua Xiangrong's feet firmly pressed against the ground, but she still couldn't stop being pulled away by Xuanyuan Zhiyue, her feet rubbed against the ground fiercely due to the force stand up.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Zhiyue's eyebrows tightened even more, she turned around and approached Hua Xiangrong, and bent over to lift Hua Xiangrong up, but at the moment Xuanyuan Zhiyue bent over, Hua Xiangrong quickly walked away from her. A dagger was drawn from the cuff, and with a backhand stroke, the whip was cut off, and the hand holding the dagger stabbed towards Xuanyuan Zhiyue.

A cold light flashed across her eyes, Xuanyuan Zhiyue raised her head without moving, her gaze was fixed on Hua Xiangrong.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Zhiyue didn't hide, Hua Xiangrong held his hand in time, the dagger was only an inch away from Xuanyuan Zhiyue's chest, Hua Xiangrong was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"How to tie it down? I really want to taste the mood of the third brother that day." Xuanyuan Zhiyue looked at Hua Xiangrong coldly.

Hua Xiangrong's eyes moved, her wrist turned, and the dagger immediately touched her neck: "Let me in, or I will die in front of you."

Hua Xiangrong swears that she has never seen such a terrifying gaze from Xuanyuan Zhiyue in her whole life, and that gaze was branded on her heart in an instant.It wasn't until many years later, when she recalled this day, that she realized how heartbroken he was at that time.