Miss Poison Doctor

Chapter 1350 The Damned Woman

"The first and ninth altars?"

Looking in front of King Han, the last remaining jar of Thousand Days' Drunkenness.

The chief eunuch next to him stammered with a bitter face.

Ten altars and a thousand days of drunkenness...

His Highness King Han was not joking, but serious.

He really intends to drink up ten altars of Thousand Days' Drunk?

The chief eunuch rubbed his hands anxiously.

Looking in front of him helplessly, Yun Linghan slapped away the last jar of Qiantianzui's Fengni aggressively.

At this moment, the chief eunuch even wanted to die.

In case something goes wrong with His Royal Highness Han's body...

These twenty altars are drunk for a thousand days, but he obeyed someone to move them here.

The chief eunuch had a mournful face and could only pray from his heart that the two princes would be safe and sound after being drunk for a thousand days.

"Yun Linghan, have you had enough trouble? Let me go."

Looking at Yun Linghan's tough side face like a knife and an axe.

Feng Qingge frowned tightly, and said coldly.

A layer of deep anger was instantly permeated on the stunningly beautiful face hidden under the veil.

Ten altars are drunk for a thousand days.

Did he think it was a joke?
Just like this one jar after another, drinking it continuously like drinking water?

Looking at the pile of wine jar fragments on the ground, Feng Qingge's heart tightened for no reason.

Raising his eyes again, he stared at Yun Linghan's eyes without dodging or avoiding.

In just a short while, her wrist was already sore from being clenched, and a circle of blue-purple scratches appeared on it.

Feng Qingge frowned, looked at the silent Yun Linghan in front of her, and once again struggled desperately to make a sound.

"let me go."

Feng Qingge struggled violently, and finally repeated it coldly.

Seeing Yun Linghan holding the wine jar with one hand, he still didn't respond.

A thin layer of anger quickly rose on Feng Qingge's beautiful face.

There was a flash of white light in his hand, he took a silver needle from the palm of his hand, and stabbed like the wind towards the acupuncture point on his wrist.

"Humph."

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the flashing silver light beside it.

Yun Linghan groaned displeasedly from his throat.

Quickly flicking his sleeves, he pushed and blocked the wine jar in his hand, avoiding the silver needle in Feng Qing's singer.

On an incomparably handsome face, a monstrous anger was brewing in an instant.

"Woman, do you dare to stab me again?"

Yun Linghan stared closely at Feng Qingge's eyes with deep and sinister eyes, and opened his mouth with a deep voice.

That displeased tone showed that he was in a very, unhappy, happy mood right now.

When she saw Feng Qingge's stubborn and cold expression.

For some reason, Yun Linghan felt an inexplicable anxiety and anger in his heart once again.

Didn't she already know her true identity?

Why is there no reaction of excitement or excitement at all?
He even declared his ownership of her in front of the entire royal family and nobles.

But this damn woman...

Don't you even appreciate it at all?

"Damn it." Yun Linghan gritted his teeth tightly.

A pair of bottomless pitch-black eyes gradually changed from shallow to deep, and it was obvious that deep anger was brewing.

Feng Qingge looked back into Yun Linghan's eyes coldly, without flinching in the slightest.

Yun Linghan pursed his lips tightly, tightening his grip on her wrist again.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, a stumbling figure suddenly flashed past.

Feng Qingge only felt her wrist tighten, and the other wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly from behind.

(End of this chapter)