Abandoned daughter by a genius doctor: Sheng Chong Jiu Huangfei

Chapter 331 Mu Yuan Escapes
Mu Yuan smiled brightly, as if he didn't care about anything, he just wanted to watch the Netherfire devour Xuanyuan Yelan.

Feng Yunqing's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around and ran towards Xuanyuan Yelan, only to see that faint but dangerous spark barely stopped in Xuanyuan Yelan's heart, turning into a little bit of starlight out of thin air, and slowly dissipating .

Mu Yuan's eyes widened, Xuanyuan Yelan was also startled secretly, he was still quickly calculating the countermeasures and the damage of the blow.

Mu Yuan spit out a mouthful of blood again, different from the one attacked by Feng Yunqing, it was from anger.

Feng Yunqing and several elders attacked more and more fiercely, Xuanyuan Yelan found the right time to stab Mu Yuan's chest with his sword.

Mu Yuan screamed and fell down, but Xuanyuan Yelan and Feng Yunqing still frowned.

"Is there... is there any problem?"

Quickly recovering from the complex emotions of killing the Great Elder, several elders did not dare to slack off seeing the two of them, and asked.

"He's not dead yet."

Xuanyuan Yelan's words startled the elders to look at Mu Yuan's corpse again, only to see that the corpse gradually melted and turned into a puddle of blood, with many small insects wriggling inside.

The elders looked at each other, and then heard Feng Yunqing say: "What should we do, the person has already run away." She paused, "This escape technique is quite novel."

"Yes, can the patriarch and imperial concubine go out with us now?" After this contest, the elders clearly understood that the spiritual power of the woman in front of them had improved a lot, and they should not be offended.The attitude is also relaxed a lot, treating her as the patriarch's wife.

The two nodded in acquiescence.

The door of the desk room was opened again, Xuanyuan Yelan looked at the crowd of Yulong people outside, and looked at Feng Yunqing with great interest, "This time I learned smart."

Feng Yunqing patted Xuanyuan Yelan's hand that was stretching towards her head, and covered her smile to cast a glance at Xuanyuan Yelan.

Several elders comforted the clansmen, and solemnly announced in front of everyone that there would no longer be Mu Yuan in the Yulong clan.

The second elder looked at the two people standing together in front of the door without any sense of disobedience. He coughed for a long time, and after everyone calmed down, he suggested: "The patriarch and Miss Feng are so affectionate, why don't we hold a big wedding inside the Yulong clan?" ,how?"

Everyone was startled for a second or two, and they all agreed.

The courage and ability shown by Feng Yunqing earlier, as well as the concern for their patriarch in times of crisis, completely made the Yulong clan accept this mistress.

Feng Yunqing was taken aback, then turned to look at Xuanyuan Yelan.

Xuanyuan Yelan quietly held Feng Yunqing's hand under his wide sleeve, looked down at Feng Yunqing, and said loudly: "Excellent."

The usually solemn table room was full of laughter and laughter, and no one noticed the pair of eyes full of hatred in the corner.

Ling'er tightly clenched her fist, and viciously scraped the nearby tree with the knife again and again.

"The patriarch's wife is so good-looking and capable." The people from the next clan looked at the two people in front and said enviously.

Ling'er retracted the knife and scraped the wall behind her, her eyes were full of jealousy, "Yes, it's really beautiful." Seeing that I wanted to scratch it, one knife after another, one after another...

When the crowd dispersed, the wall behind Ling'er was already full of ravines and horrific...

These few days the Yulong Clan has been extremely lively, and they are all over the place. Many clansmen volunteered to receive red flowers and red cloths and hang them in front of their houses.

Looking at it at a glance, it actually added some fireworks to the Yulong clan disciples.

In order not to attract attention, Ling'er and her sisters brought back a red cloth and placed it in front of the door.

"Hey Ling'er, didn't you like the patriarch before? Why are you still talking about this now?" The sister teased.

"I can't think of a person like the patriarch? I've seen it clearly for a long time!"

Ling'er smiled and teased back, but her fingers clenched the red cloth tightly, so hard that her whitened fingers trembled slightly.

"I heard that Sifu Pavilion is rushing to make Miss Feng's clothes these few days. I went to find the sisters there a few days ago, and I glanced at them by chance. It's an experience."

The sisters chattered as usual, but Linger was startled.

"The production of this wedding dress is extremely difficult. It is made of many kinds of materials that are hard to buy, and it is about to be completed now."

Linger's movements slowed down, quietly listening to her sister's gossip, without speaking.

"Hey, do you know that the most precious material of this dress needs..."

"I have something to do, I'll be back later!"

Ling'er interrupted her sister's words, and hurried into the room without saying a word, and went straight to the back room. She put the scissors in her arms, looked around, saw no one on the road, and hurried out the door.

Ling'er turned around, walked with her head buried, raised her head from time to time and quickly glanced around, and slowly approached the Sifu Pavilion.

The back door of the Sifu Pavilion was ajar, Ling'er was overjoyed, secretly thought that God had helped me, she quietly opened the door and slipped in sideways.

But halfway through the flash, a suspicious voice suddenly sounded in her ear, "Ling'er? What are you doing here?"

Ling'er trembled all over, without turning her head, she ran into the Sifu Pavilion quickly, and almost lost her footing and fell to the ground during the run.

Ling'er's figure became smaller and smaller in the field of vision, and the people behind stood suspiciously for a while, until they could no longer see Ling'er's figure, then turned and walked away.

A gust of wind blew by, and the wood hanging on an inconspicuous small nail on the wooden door was blown up and down in the leeward wind, but it never fell down. It was also the resistance from this that made Ling'er almost fall.

Ling'er hurriedly ran into the Sifu Pavilion, looking at the rooms with a little difficulty.

This Sifu Pavilion is in charge of the costumes of the entire Yulong clan.

Suddenly, Ling'er thought of something and ran straight to the largest room, and opened the door fiercely.

The long skirt was swinging, and it was inlaid with precious stones. The light shining on it when the door was opened turned around, emitting a gorgeous luster, which made her squint her eyes.

Ling'er closed the door, and the fabric of the long skirt was still emitting a faint light, glowing brightly.Walking in, you can still see the skirt swaying, like flowing water, swaying slowly.

Carefully touching the smooth skirt, Ling'er suddenly turned hard, "Since I can't get it, then destroy it!"

"Bah!" Ling'er spit on the skirt, and immediately that piece lost its radiance, "This kind of skirt is only suitable for me, what is that bitch surnamed Feng! Why can she wear it so beautifully?" This skirt will be favored by brother Yelan!"

Taking out the scissors from her pocket, Ling'er cut off a sleeve hem with a sharp cut.

"Why! Why!"

The scissors were flying, and with the sound of "click, click", Ling'er cut harder and harder, and the damaged parts no longer glowed.

"Brother Yelan must be mine!"

The moon hangs on Shutong, Xuanyuan Yelan and Feng Yunqing are lying on a sea of ​​flowers, looking at the moon above their heads, Xuanyuan Yelan hugs Feng Yunqing suddenly, "After the wedding, you will be mine."

Feng Yunqing laughed loudly, but he didn't break away from Xuanyuan Yelan's embrace, "You're so numb, let go quickly."

At this time, the gale came.

Xuanyuan Yelan's body froze suddenly, and Feng Yunqing broke free from his arms.Sensing Lie Feng's faltering, his mood was a bit wrong, his face became serious, and he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"My lord, the imperial concubine's wedding dress... has been cut."

(End of this chapter)