Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 455: Dead or Alive
"Don't say stupid things."

Baili Yuhua sat halfway and hugged her into his arms.

But because of Murong Jiujiu's continuous emotion, the position of her forehead suddenly felt that kind of scorching heat again, which made her feel as if she was in a fire cave, and she couldn't restrain it. A mouthful of blood was sprayed on Baili Yu Hua's chest.

People also began to gradually become weak and tired.

But what no one saw was that the jade pendant hidden in Feng Wushang's sleeve really exuded a demonic red light, and there was also a look of pain in his eyes, which flashed past.

"Master Feng really shouldn't?"

Feng Wushang just looked down like this. He smiled coldly and sarcasticly at the seemingly miserable couple in front of him, "My Patriarch just feels sick."

Baili Yuhua took a deep look at him, without saying a word, hugged Murong Jiujiu, who was already unconscious, into his arms again, and started to walk back.

He couldn't break the blood curse, and there was nothing he could do.

Even if he knew that he came to beg Feng Wushang, maybe he was just humiliating himself, but Baili Yuhua didn't have the time to regret it at this moment, he just wanted to spend a little more time with Murong for a long time.

Because their time may be running out.

He wanted to talk to her, but he didn't know where to start.

The cold wind was whimpering just as before.

Baili Yuhua hugged Murong for a long time and began to walk farther and farther.

I don't know how many steps, or more than ten steps, Feng Wushang, who was standing stiffly in front of Xishan's army, finally said, "Stop."

Baili Yuhua paused, but didn't turn around immediately.

"Homeowner!"

But Lan Feng was in a hurry with unwillingness on his face. He didn't want the Patriarch to save the woman. He wished that the woman would die, but he was still powerless.

Feng Wushang gave him a cold look, and continued to say quietly: "Keep her, whether to live or die, it's up to me to decide."

Baili Yuhua finally turned around, his eyebrows were lowered, his handsome face, in the cold wind, seemed so beautiful that he was not a real person, but Feng Wushang's cold face was on the other hand.

And why not there is a kind of illusory complexity.

"I know, in fact, you don't want her to die."

Baili Yuhua looked directly at Feng Wushang.

Feng Wushang laughed loudly, as if he was laughing at Baili Yuhua's self-righteousness, or as if a child deliberately used a smile to cover up the truth in his heart that was suddenly revealed.

"Let's talk about it first, the fate of the blood curse, fate, fate, unraveling, has never been as simple as you imagined, I live her life, I die, and she dies, but I need someone's love." help."

"Murong Qiqi?"

"It's him."

Feng Wushang stepped forward indifferently, wanting to pick up the unconscious Murong Jiujiu.

Baili Yuhua hesitated for a moment, but still sent her over, "Remember your words, you gave birth to her, if you dare to deceive me, you should know the result."

Feng Wushang looked at him with disdain, took Murong Jiujiu, turned and left.

The cold wind blew his black cloak, flapping it.

Like a noble bird in the wind, so lonely and lonely.

At this moment, the world was long and the wind was howling. All Baili Yuhua could see was a jet-black figure from his back. The two armies were still facing each other, but the flags were waving.

But it has gradually become almost inaudible.

"You just gave her away..."

Murong Qiqi rushed over at some point, and pushed Baili Yuhua fiercely, "Who is Feng Wushang? He hates you to the core. What if he takes the opportunity to take revenge and abuse my sister?"

"Since you are worried, then go ahead."

Baili Yuhua's expression was so indifferent that he couldn't see the warmth just now. This was probably the situation he had expected a long time ago, but his heart was still empty.

Murong Jiujiu, you must come back alive to see me.

I command you, come back alive.

Murong Qiqi was annoyed, so she could only abandon Baili Yuhua and catch up with Feng Wushang.

……

Murong Jiujiu woke up in a drowsy state, and what she saw was a familiar golden nanmu bed, and then a more familiar voice came to her ears.

"The mistress is awake."

"Quick, the mistress is awake."

With a pale face, Murong Jiujiu tested his head, and saw Qingyan walking in with two other maidservants, Chen Xiang and Shen Yue, asking for warmth.

"Mother, how are you feeling?"

"You have been in a coma for two whole days..."

"Mistress, are you thirsty?"

Licking the corners of his dry lips, Murong Jiujiu nodded his head with difficulty, and was immediately helped up from the bed by everyone, and a cup of warm tea was brought to his mouth.

My throat immediately felt much more comfortable.

"Mistress, that day Qiushan, you were robbed by thieves, I was really worried about the death of your servant, but fortunately, the master rescued you," Shen Yue Chenxiang chattered endlessly, both worried and afraid.

Murong Jiujiu raised his eyes to look at the decoration outside, and knew that he was in Qixia Hall of Feng's family at the moment.

Qixiatang, a name that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Hearing the concerned voices of several servants beside his ears, Murong Jiujiu, who just woke up and was still a little drowsy, is prone to a kind of visual confusion.

It seemed that she was still in Feng's house, married with Feng Wushang, she didn't remember anything in her mind, she just liked to sit at the door, waiting for Feng Wushang to come to see her.

Nothing has changed.

After Qiushan left, the day when she reunited with Baili Yuhua was more like a dream.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously struggled to sit up, and the maids also seemed to understand her intentions, they didn't seem to know the kindness and resentment between her and Feng Wushang during this period.

He only thought that she was still the old mistress, and carefully helped her to the door.

Chen Xiang also covered her mouth with a snicker and said: "The mistress is just thinking about the Patriarch. She just woke up and came here to wait for the Patriarch. Don't worry, someone has been sent to notify the Patriarch. The Patriarch should be here soon."

Murong Jiujiu didn't bother to correct him.

Thinking of the scene of Baili Yuhua kneeling and begging Feng Wushang in front of the battle for her that day, she just felt uncomfortable, and the strong visual phenomenon also pulled her back to reality.

She is in Feng's house right now, could it be that Feng Wushang agreed to save her?
How could it be possible, he should hate her very much.

Thinking like this, he heard familiar footsteps coming from the front of Qixia Hall, Murong tilted his head for a long time to look, and saw the branch of a big tree withered in front of the door.

The sunlight in the winter afternoon sprinkled colorfully on his black figure, he was as handsome as cast iron, like a handsome young master who came lightly.

Also looking at her.

One, with light eyes that can hardly see the color, calm and calm.

One, with dark eyes like a dry well, so deep that there is no end in sight.

Chen Xiang and Shen Yue didn't know the situation, just covered her mouth and smiled blindly: "Greetings to Patriarch, Mistress misses you as soon as she wakes up, she insists on sitting at the door and waiting for you."

Did she say she was going to wait for him?

Murong frowned for a long time.

But Feng Wushang didn't seem to hear it, he still stared at her unblinkingly, as if he wanted to see through all her disguises, see through the heart in her chest, and see through her soul that is used to deceiving.

It was still Qingyan who seemed to see the clues between the head of the house and the mistress today, and retreated shortly with Chenxiang Shenyue.

(End of this chapter)