The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 601
Before long, they were standing in front of the house.

The house is entirely made of wood, classic and elegant.

Amidst the clouds and mist, a dense light fell, adding a bit of immortality.

Nangong Yan wanted to go forward to open the door, but was stopped by Feng Zhuo.

Then, Feng Zhuo tapped her toes to the ground, and shot towards the door like an arrow, kicking the door which was made of wood and white window paper to pieces, then her body spun in mid-air and hid to the side.

The imagined danger did not appear.

After Feng Zhuo watched quietly for a while, he probed into the room.

The house was empty, without even a piece of furniture, only in the middle was something completely carved out of stone, similar to a candlestick.

Put a candlestick in a room?
This is obviously unscientific!
Feng Zhuo pondered for a moment, then stepped in front of the candlestick.

After looking closely, I found that this thing is different from the candlestick, the top end is flat.

Is it an institution?
Feng Zhuo looked at Nangong Yan subconsciously, Nangong Yan always obeyed her words, stood at the door and did not come in.

Her heart settled down a bit, and she held the candlestick in her hand.

It's all here, if she is not sure, she will leave regrets.

You can leave anything in life, but you can't leave regrets.

This is the principle she has always followed.

She first released the spiritual power to wrap her whole body, and then mobilized the ability. No matter what attack she suffered, whether she might be injured, or whether the injury was fatal, she would release the ability immediately.

Then, she deflected her wrist and twisted the candlestick slightly.

No matter which way it rotated, or moved up, down, left, or right, the candlestick didn't move at all.

No agency?

Feng Zhuo frowned slightly, subconsciously rubbing his fingers on the candlestick.

Suddenly, her fingers stopped in one place.

She actually touched a ball here, and as she flicked it with her fingers, the ball was turning slightly, and the candlestick remained unchanged.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her fingers landed on the ball, and she pressed lightly.

The ball was pressed into the candlestick.

"Boom"

There was a sound similar to the movement of a stone door in my ear, before Feng Zhuo could react, the flat place above the candlestick opened, and a round bead popped out from the candlestick.

The brilliant light emitted by the beads instantly filled the entire wooden house.

"What is this?" Feng Zhuo stared at the bead with a slightly dazed expression.

She reached out her right hand out of nowhere to hold the bead, and the bead disappeared into the palm of her hand in an instant.

"What's going on?" Feng Zhuo's eyes widened fiercely, and Nangong Yan also appeared beside her, grabbing her hand, their eyes fell on the same place in her palm.

There was a cloud of light and mist clearly visible, reflecting the white and tender skin of her palm more transparent.

Strangely, there was no wound on the palm.

"Did you see the devil?" Feng Zhuo clenched his left hand out of thin air, took out the dagger from the storage ring, and was about to poke at the palm of his hand.

How could she feel at ease if she didn't get rid of this kind of thing that got into her body inexplicably.

And that bead seemed to be aware of the crisis, spinning and trembling in her palm, and then disappeared into her palm with a "swoosh".

A cold tingling sensation came from the arm.

Feng Zhuo tore off the sleeve without thinking, and saw the bead moving back and forth on her right arm.

(End of this chapter)