The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 27 Take Your Sword

Feng Zhuo said eagerly.

She leaned back, her heels touching the ground, but the speed at which she was dragged away did not slow down at all.

But Yun Yichen didn't even make a sound, just raised his sleeves to wipe his face from time to time, and pulled her forward.

His face was cold and hard, his back was determined, and his eyes burst out with a brilliance that had never been seen before.

Feng Zhuo suddenly felt that the young man in front of him seemed to have grown up overnight.

When Yun Yichen's natal beast was almost killed, he didn't change like this.

How much pain is there now can prompt him to mature in an instant.

How difficult must it be for him to wait outside the door for her to wake up?

"Yun Yichen, before Nangong Yan left, he gave me a baby, which can save my life at a critical moment." Feng Zhuo thought, probably only by moving out of Nangong Qinshou can Yun Yichen trust her.

Yun Yichen really stopped, turned around and looked at her, his eyes were bloodshot.

This is crying?

Should not be!

Who can cry his eyes red like blood drops, and disappear without a trace in an instant.

"What treasure did the beast give you?" Feng Zhuo was thinking about how to answer, but was interrupted by Yun Yichen, "Talk while walking, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up."

Feng Zhuo could clearly feel that the hand holding her wrist was shaking violently.

It turned out that no matter how much Yun Yichen slandered Nangongyan, Nangongyan still held a high place in his heart.

He was so high that he couldn't restrain his excitement before he was sure what the baby was.

It seemed that Nangong Yan could save Yun Mo by leaving anything at random.

Yun Yichen was too urgent, and his speed was getting faster and faster. Feng Zhuo was dragged and fell to the ground several times, but he didn't notice it.

When he stopped, Feng Zhuo felt that her feet were not her own anymore, her whole body was about to fall apart, and the top-heavy weakness kept attacking her, causing her to bend down and gasp for breath.

"Hahaha! Mr. Yun, you are getting old!"

Suddenly, insolent laughter came to his ears.

Feng Zhuo didn't care about tidying up his messy body, raised his head, and saw a scarlet red.

Accompanied by the earth-shattering beast roar, blood rained in the sky.

"Grandpa!" Yun Yichen exclaimed, let go of her, stepped onto the stage, and caught Yun Mo who was flying upside down.

Half of his body was soaked in blood, the arm holding the sword disappeared, and his face was as pale as paper, like a dying old man.

"Why did you come back? Who told you to come back!" Yun Mo grabbed Yun Yichen tightly, his eyes scanned the crowd unconsciously, and when he saw Feng Zhuo who was sweating profusely, his face turned even paler.

"You...you..." Yun Mo's eyes widened, his lips trembled, his eyes were full of disappointment, but he still couldn't bear to criticize Feng Zhuo, and instead vented all his anger on Yun Yichen .

However, the voice was no longer full of energy, the wrinkled face was no longer rosy, and even the one arm that slapped Yun Yichen was no longer strong.

Yun Yichen didn't dodge or dodge, and let Yun Mo hit him.

"Grandpa, I can't watch you die," he said.

"Mr. Yun, didn't you say that you will never die? We haven't decided the winner yet! Why, do you want your grandson to replace you? Since your Yun family is about to be wiped out, I can agree."

"You go!" Yun Mo pushed Yun Yichen away, and stood up unsteadily.

"Master Yun, take your sword!" The man patted the head of the leopard beside him.

The leopard lying docilely by his side opened its mouth and spit out an arm holding a long sword.

(End of this chapter)