The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 71 You are welcome

"Long Zhazha, where did you come from, go back where you came from, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!" Mo Rufeng stood in front of the gate of Yun's house, with his hands folded on his chest, his chin raised high, and he looked down at the people in front of him. people.

Long Yu's face darkened, he didn't know that this was the first time he was driven away.

"Mo Rufeng, for Mo Ge's sake, I didn't bother with you a few times before. If you keep messing around, don't blame me for being rude to you." Long Yu shouted.

He already understood that no matter how many times he came, he would be driven away by Mo Rufeng.

He could not delay any longer.

After Feng Zhuo has made arrangements before and after, how can he achieve his goal?
"You're being rude to me? Yo! How are you going to be rude to me?" Mo Rufeng took a few steps forward and bumped Long Yu's shoulder with his chest, "Short Long, you're not being polite to me. look!"

Long Yu's face became gloomy again, and there was a cold light in his eyes, "Since it was Master Rufeng's request, then I have no choice but to grant you! Please invite Master Rufeng back to Moge!"

After Long Yu's words fell, two figures jumped out from behind him, raised their hands and patted Mo Rufeng.

"Two Qinglings? They are the offerings of your Lingfeng Kingdom, right? If you kill them, you shouldn't have to pay a lot of money, right?"

"Oh...compensation? No compensation..." Before Long Yu could finish his mocking words, all of them were choked in his throat.

He looked at the dark blue light shining from Mo Rufeng's body, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he saw a ghost.

"Lan... Lan Ling... how is this possible?" Long Yu was deeply shocked.

He is Huang Ling, and this kind of qualification is considered to be the top group in the East Ming Continent.

But how big is Mo Rufeng?

At most as big as him!
But it is already a blue spirit!

What kind of talent is this?
No wonder the old Pavilion Master Mo wanted Mo Rufeng to be the Pavilion Master. With Zi Ling as the Pavilion Master, the Mo Pavilion would be able to prosper for at least 500 years.

"Ah! You don't need to pay? Then I have to make up two palms!"

"No..." Long Yu came to his senses and shouted hastily.

But it was too late.

Following two screams, the only two Qingling priests in Lingfeng Kingdom were slapped to death by Mo Rufeng!
Mo Rufeng didn't need to make a sound to chase him away, but Long Yu walked away with a pale face and lost his mind.

The movement here did not affect the people in the room.

Feng Zhuo sat by the bed, his white hand resting on Yun Yichen's head.

Yun Yichen's hands and feet were tied up with thick ropes. Due to the violent struggle, the ropes had worn away his wrists and ankles, and they were stained with blood.

He closed his eyes tightly, with a wooden stick stuffed in his mouth, and there was also blood on the wooden stick, which was caused by biting too hard and breaking his teeth.

He no longer knew how many times he had passed out from the pain, and when he was lucky enough to pass out, he would wake up again tormented by severe pain.

I really want to call... I really want to call...

But can't!It's burning!
How could he act so weak in front of her?
At this time, the white light emitted from Feng Zhuo's hand was extremely dazzling, and the pain in Yun Yichen's head also climbed to the peak. He finally screamed uncontrollably, and passed out again.

Feng Zhuo withdrew his palm and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Grandpa!" She shouted, and when she heard the door open, she closed her eyes and passed out.

For several days and nights without eating, drinking, or sleeping, her body had already reached its limit, and in the end it was all supported by perseverance.

I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to restore the beast spirit...

(End of this chapter)