The medical concubine soars to the sky: the lord lightly pets

Chapter 239 Ghost Doctor Sanger
The sound of the whip was harsh, and the ear-piercing sound of the whip could be heard downstairs in the huge Zuisheng Pavilion. From time to time, the waiter on night duty would poke his head out to see what was going on, and they were all frightened back by the two hulking men standing at the door of the private room. .

All the rooms in Zuisheng Pavilion were booked by Jin Zhehan with his wealth and wealth. Everyone knew that there was a prince of Jing Kingdom living in the private room, and he took care of all of them, lest he offend the nobleman and cause death.

Hearing the sound of whips, it seemed that the Crown Prince of Jing Kingdom was punishing his subordinates, but there was nothing he could do except to mourn for them silently in his heart.

Jin Zhehan swung his whip wildly, while the naked skin of the "Twelve Beauties of the Imperial Capital" kneeling on the ground was covered with bright red bloodstains. They were messy and miserable. If you speak out, you will be punished more severely.

They are also beautiful women, at their young age, who should have been embroidering wedding dresses in the boudoir, looking forward to marrying Mr. Ruyi.

But at this moment, they endured and endured under the whip in an extremely unbearable posture, and their only thought was - to survive.

Even if there is no hope, even if the god of fate shows no mercy, they will do everything they can to survive.

Because as long as you live, you still have a glimmer of hope; if you die, you have nothing.

Jin Zhehan looked at the colorful back of "The Twelve Beauties of the Imperial Capital", the blood stained his eyes, turning his eyes into blood red, and the bloody smell made his pulses all over his body swell, stimulating his internal organs Six internal organs.

He threw the whip, shook his head, knelt down slowly, and kissed the blood-dripping back of the "Twelve Beauties of the Imperial Capital", sucking their blood bit by bit until his mouth overflowed with blood. Full of blood, his eyes lit up, and his whole body was satisfied.

He still remembered that when he killed someone for the first time, he must have been only five years old. He stabbed the man in the heart with such a small dagger. .

He smelled the smell of blood, the smell of blood filled the room, he threw the dagger and trembled all over, squatted on the ground and huddled into a small ball, and after a while, a woman in red gauze came down from the bed, an extremely glamorous Fang Wu's woman, she walked in front of him barefoot, squatted down in front of him slowly, and called him softly: "Han'er, my Han'er..."

He raised his tearful eyes and looked timidly at the woman his father had just married. She was as beautiful as a fairy in the sky. She smiled, with a hint of distress in her eyes, and gently wiped away the tears on his face, softly Said in a low voice: "Han'er, don't be afraid, you will get used to this smell in the future, the smell of blood..."

There was a "bang" sound from the window, and the crisp sound pulled Jin Zhehan back from his thoughts. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Looking along the window, he saw a black figure slowly climbing up from the window, like a ghost.

The man's face was black and blended into the night, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, his whole face was thin and small, like a skull, but looking at it made people feel extremely disgusted and disgusted.

Seeing him crawling in, "The Twelve Hairpins of the Imperial Capital" couldn't help being startled, and almost screamed, they didn't have a single thread on their bodies.

The man covered his eyes, and hurriedly said, but in a joking tone: "I won't look at it, babies don't need to be nervous..."

He showed one eye between his fingers, and said to Jin Zhehan with a grinning grin: "His Royal Highness, I haven't seen you for so long, I didn't expect you to be so good. What a dog can't change what to eat, haha..."

With a cold face, Jin Zhehan gritted his teeth and spit out from his mouth: "Ghost Doctor Sanger, what are you doing here?"

Sanger climbed up the window awkwardly, squatted on the window in a very indecent posture, and said with a smile: "I'm here, kid, of course I'm here to meet an old friend, and my sister Wan'er, where are you hiding her for me?" gone?"

Jin Zhehan snorted coldly and didn't want to pay attention to him. He got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to "The Twelve Beauties of the Imperial Capital", "Go down, remember to apply the medicine, I don't want to see a trace of scars on you."

"Yes." "The Twelve Beauties of the Imperial Capital" hurriedly got up from the ground as if they were being pardoned, picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on, tidied up the messy ends of their hair neatly, and walked towards Sanger together.

Sanger put down his hands, blinked his eyes, grinned at them and said, "What are the beauties doing?"

"The Twelve Hairpins of the Imperial Capital" felt disgusted when he saw his appearance, and felt sick for a while, and said coldly: "Please get out of the way."

Sanger glanced back, and immediately realized that he was occupying the exit, and he was not annoyed by their attitude, so he moved away in a good temper, and said with a smile: "So you also like to jump out of windows, you really have the same smell as me, Fate, is there any, let's make friends..."

Before he finished his rambling words, twelve figures of the "Twelve Beauties of the Imperial Capital" jumped out of the window in a hurry.

Sanger lowered his head in shock, turned back to Jin Zhehan and asked, "I can tell, they don't like me, why?"

Jin Zhehan tidied up his clothes, went to the table and poured himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Because you are so ugly."

Sanger didn't take it as an insult, but smiled triumphantly: "Haha, even you said that, it seems that my disguise technique is getting better and better."

Jin Zhehan didn't want to talk to him, he really couldn't figure out why the little prince, who looked like Pan An, had to turn himself into a little devil?

"You're just sick." Jin Zhehan scolded and took tea to drink.

Sanger snatched the tea bowl from his hand, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Don't say that, I think it's cute. Besides, if you don't make yourself ugly, how can you be worthy of the name ghost doctor? You Say it?"

Jin Zhehan rolled his eyes at him, and Sanger sighed again: "What's so good about being good-looking, I don't want to be the queen's servant like you..."

Jin Zhehan patted the table heavily, stared and said, "What did you say!"

Sanger shrank his neck, seeing that he was really frightened and angry, he didn't dare to say a word, and smiled at him embarrassingly.

Jin Zhehan lost his patience to deal with him, and asked angrily: "What are you doing here, if you have nothing to do, get out."

Sanger smiled apologetically and said, "Go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. Of course I have something important to do. Wan'er's Snow Soul Pill should be finished soon. I made another 36 pills for her. This is a life-saving medicine. You Take me to her."

Jin Zhehan smiled disdainfully: "Just for this, is it worth traveling thousands of miles for you to go there yourself?"

Seeing that he was careless, Sanger's face drooped suddenly: "You don't know how important Xuehun Pill is to Wan'er. If something goes wrong with her body, your task will not be completed. At that time, you think the Queen Mother Will you let me go?"

Jin Zhehan looked at him, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes, which was extremely cold.

(End of this chapter)