Poison Doctor Supreme: Ghost Emperor's favorite concubine

Chapter 1059 How Ironic Life Is
"What's the matter?" Xiaokui asked excitedly.

Goshawk said coldly: "Help me go back and take good care of my master, let her spend less time mixing with Nian Xinsoul, and try to stay with you as much as possible! It's best to let her get in touch with Yan Mochen more and let Yan Mochen play the piano for her , so as to ease her inner pain!"

Goshawk still remembered that when Aunt Su was rescued, she asked Gong Qingying to look for Yan Mochen. No matter what the purpose was, as long as You Mingye and Yan Mochen were protecting Gong Qingying, he would be less worried.

"That's no problem! Just now I asked Brother Ye to play the piano for my sister!"

"That's good!" Goshawk nodded, and found that besides the master, the only person he could trust was Xiaokui, whom he detested the most.

How ironic is life?

How repulsive he was before the retreat, but now how much he relies on it.

Xiaokui looked at Goshawk with concern and said, "You have to take good care of yourself. I heard from Hongyi that you are on a secret mission and there are many crises. Be careful!"

"En!" Goshawk said, looked at the black wing in the sleeve, the cuff flicked slightly, and the black wing got into Xiaokui's red sleeve, rubbing against the red wing around the neck.

But the time was very short, and before Black Wing could open his mouth to appease Red Wing, the goshawk's aura had disappeared without a trace, and Black Wing had no choice but to chase after it.

Reluctantly, Red Wing poked her head out, looked at Hei Yi who was gone, and sighed, "Master, when will you take Goshawk down? Hei Yi and I haven't been together for a long time!"

At the Spirit Beast Mountain in the western suburbs, Hongyi and Heiyi mistakenly thought that Xiaokui and Goshawk were lovers, so they agreed to become their contracted spirit beasts.

Unexpectedly, the relationship between the two is not stable, and the couples, Red Wing and Black Wing, are extremely melancholy.

"It should be soon! You see, he has already started to ask me out!" Xiaokui said innocently.

Thinking of this, she jumped downstairs happily, bought some supper in the restaurant, and ran quickly towards the palace of the genius doctor.

After returning to Qing's secluded guest room, Xiaokui handed the night snack to You Mingye, and then went to Ziluan Pavilion alone to find Gong Qingying.

Before reaching the door, she was stopped by Nian Xinsun's hidden guards, and Xiao Kui could only yell.

At this time, Gong Qingying was leaning against Nian Xinhun's arms, and the two of them lay side by side, talking at night while holding candles.

Nian Xinhun told Gong Qingying a lot of past events, which aroused Gong Qingying's fascination. He fondled her shoulders emotionally, and when she was not paying attention, he gradually took off her clothes.

Even though Zhongyu frightened the air with his wings, his whole body was torn apart, and he looked very weak, but with the remaining spiritual power in his body, it was not a big problem for him to come out of his body and have sex with her.

Seeing that Gong Qingying became distraught and infatuated, Nian Xinhun's blue eyes were deep, and he began to move further.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he untied Gong Qingying's pink bag, Xiaokui's voice yelled from outside the house: "Sister, come out quickly, I have something important to ask you!"

"." Nian Xinhun's impulsive flame that had been suppressed for thousands of years was instantly extinguished by cold water, and he gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, and his blue eyes stared angrily outside the room.

Sensing his overwhelming anger, the two dark guards in black hurriedly dragged Xiaokui away.

But Xiaokui was relentless, kicking her feet wildly, calling loudly: "Sister, sister!"

Xiaokui's shrill voice carried strong spiritual power, but she never passed through the moon-white transparent barrier above Ziluan Pavilion.

Gong Qingying was unconscious, and looked at Nian Xinhun affectionately. In the sea of ​​knowledge, he had already forgotten that there were more than 300 sword wounds on Nian Xinhun's body.

(End of this chapter)