Miracle Doctor Demon Empress: Where Can the Demon Emperor Escape?

Chapter 162 The Conspiracy Conference (9)

"..." Does she believe it?She didn't know whether she should believe it, how to believe it, or how not to believe it.

"Killing one's father and humiliating one's mother is not to be borne together. This revenge must be avenged." Mu Chaoyan said flatly, "As a man and a child, this must be done."

"Can……"

"That's the love-hate relationship between the three of them, what does it have to do with you!"

She froze for a moment, then spoke slowly, with less worry on her brows, "Yes! What does it have to do with me."

Mu Chaoyan ignored her, got up and turned off the lights, and went to sleep on the low couch.

On the second day, Yang Junruo was already well. The injury was minor on Ji Ganfei's hand, let alone on Mu Chaoyan's hand. After taking another bowl of medicine, Yang Junruo could get out of bed and walk.

As soon as she left, Mu Chaoyan asked his servants to change all the utensils on the bed. Yang Junruo was still a little bit embarrassed by the little girl's family, after all, he said something that he didn't know last night, but Before she could walk out of the courtyard, she heard Mu Chaoyan's order, and her complexion turned dark...

If Yang Junruo left, Teng Subai would be the happiest. With Yang Junruo around, even if he wanted to fight with Mu Chaoyan, he would have to worry a little bit, but he didn't want other men to guard her in the middle of the night, so he had to I lay down on the table and made amends all night.

"Chaoyan." He went to put his arms around her, and felt as if he hadn't been so intimate for a long time, his movements were slightly sluggish.

Mu Chaoyan was fine, and leaned into his arms, and said in a calm tone: "Has anyone noticed the spiritual power in you and Xirong?"

"No. There is an enchantment here."

She let out a cry, and then leaned against him to look at the scenery outside the window. It was already midsummer, the outside was green and the heat waves were rolling in, but the inside of the house was filled with cool breeze. The ice is made of crushed peach blossom juice, and it has a burst of peach fragrance when it spreads.

Smelling the fragrance of peaches, Teng Subai looked at Mu Chaoyan in his arms, and felt that his whole body was hot as if he was being scorched in the scorching sun outside.

But still within control, he hugged her tightly, lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her hair.

Mu Xirong, who was far away, blushed slightly, turned her head and walked towards her room abruptly, before walking a few steps, she bumped into Wujue.

"What's the matter?" His face was so ugly.

She looked at Wujue, opened her mouth to speak, but felt that she couldn't speak, so she pushed him away, "Don't worry about it."

The words were alienated, but the tone was extraordinarily shy. A smile appeared between Wujue's eyebrows, and then quickly disappeared. He turned his head and looked at Mu Chaoyan's room. After a second thought, he knew what Mu Xirong saw. That's why I'm so angry.

Teng Subai and Mu Chaoyan have no scruples, they are as close as a couple who have been married for many years, and they often hug each other in front of outsiders.

Both of them took this matter for granted, and it was difficult for others to speak even if they wanted to say something.

Now there are only five teams left to participate in the Conspiracy Conference.

Soon there will be a third competition.

One-on-one sparring.

Best of three games, if you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose, no matter what method is used.

The order of the games is determined by drawing lots.

This is an extremely fair approach, but...

Everyone's eyes turned to Mu Chaoyan, as if she was a tender piece of roasted meat, just waiting to be eaten.

Yang Junruo approached Mu Chaoyan, and whispered, "Did you see the eyes of those people? One by one, they regarded you as a good striker."

Mu Chaoyan smiled but said nothing.

Wu Qinglan also smiled and said, "I also want to know, what would you do if you met a ruthless character?"

She glanced at the other people on the table, "Fate." After she finished speaking, she placed the tea bowl in her hand on the table.

Wu Qinglan raised her eyebrows.

Mu Xirong naturally had an expression of trust. In her heart, there was no one more powerful than Mu Chaoyan in the whole world.

Ji Ganfei was a little worried, but because of Teng Subai's face, he didn't dare to be too obvious, he just said: "There are still some difficult people here, you should be more careful."

"Well." After a pause, "There are so many people, it may not be my turn. Don't worry."

These days, Mu Chaoyan didn't talk to him much, and occasionally a few words were about the same. In the past, even if they were so polite, they could still tell some jokes, but now it's like this.

Therefore, although Mu Chaoyan's words were still very calm, Ji Ganfei still trembled slightly in his heart. Looking at Mu Chaoyan, his eyes became hot, but when he saw Teng Subai's face that had cooled down, he suddenly froze. live.

Even so, so what, she already has someone by her side, and he has always been a dispensable person.

The draw begins.

Naturally, the lottery was drawn by the people arranged by the Conspiracy Conference. After all, the number of people in each team was different, and it was a three-game match, so one team had to send three people.

Write down everyone's name on each team.

Mu Chaoyan was on the list, but her opponent was Duanmuyang.

When the name was announced, Mu Chaoyan suddenly noticed a sharp gaze, followed the gaze, the one next to Yingyue was full of elegance, even the coarse linen shirt did not cover his elegance.

He is Duanmuyang.

Duan Muyang squinted his eyes slightly, rubbed his fingers against the edge of the tea bowl, and stared at Mu Chaoyan. There was no trace of anxiety on her face, as if she was the one who had a very good chance of winning Same.

The corner of his mouth is raised slightly, interesting!
Mu Chaoyan just looked at it for a while, then turned her head and continued to listen to what was said before.

Wu Qinglan actually faced Yingyue.

Yingyue looked at him with a smile all over her face, and bowed profusely, revealing all kinds of amorous feelings.

Mu Xirong was also on stage, and right there was another man named Lin Su.

The same was true for the other couples, just because there were five teams, and one of them was the city's No. 1 team at the time of the first post, so naturally they didn't have to participate in the first competition.

After they have two winners and losers, they will compete for the top three.

Back in the yard, Teng Subai pulled Mu Chaoyan directly and asked, "How sure?"

He frowned.

"I can guarantee that I will not be injured." She said, "Duanmuyang, I have never seen him make a move. I don't know his identity or origin. It's just that from the two people beside him, he must be not an ordinary person. people."

Teng Subai also understood, "Winning or losing is not important."

She nodded, "I know."

Teng Subai didn't want her to take the risk of getting hurt. He had said that such things should be done by him, "Forget it, don't go. For me, it's not worth it for you to get hurt."

Listening to his words, Mu Chaoyan smiled and said, "Not for you, but also for Xirong."

His complexion changed, and he stretched out his arms to hold her tightly, "Is she more important than me." He wanted to ask this question a long time ago, but he knew it very well in his heart. I am afraid that in Mu Chaoyan's heart, there is nothing in the world. Few can compare to Mu Xirong.

She was indeed silent.

It's one thing to understand in his heart, but another thing to really get the answer. Angrily, he leaned over to kiss her, but she resisted her all of a sudden, saying: "I haven't thought about the question you asked yet."

He froze for a moment, then became ecstatic for a moment, and suddenly felt a little wronged. It turned out that he just needed such hesitation to feel extremely happy, and he even wanted to compare with that little girl. "It's a good thing she's not a man."

Mu Chaoyan was also slightly surprised. She understood the importance of Mu Xirong to her. Mu Xirong was the only person in this world who had no selfish intentions to treat her well. It was from that moment on that she felt that she was It is a person who feels that he is needed, not used.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her. He was also different to her.

Seeing his own reflection in her eyes, Teng Subai was slightly taken aback, then put his arms around her, sighed and said, "Forget it, don't think about it."

Mu Chaoyan nodded, and took the initiative to put her arms around his waist.

Mu Xirong and the others all knew how powerful Mu Chaoyan was, so they naturally believed in their hearts that she would definitely win, so when Mu Chaoyan vomited blood and fell to the ground during the fight, everyone was stunned. Bai wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Mu Chaoyan.

Wu Qinglan blinked her eyes and said, "Perhaps, Chaoyan has a countermeasure." He didn't believe what he said, but Duanmuyang's hands were fierce and his spiritual power was super strong, so he couldn't tell for a while. What a formidable character.

Looking at Yingyue and Lin Su again, they both looked calm, as if this matter was nothing more than an ordinary thing.

Yang Junruo frowned deeply, "No." She paused, "Chaoyan's expression is wrong."

Mu Chaoyan clutched her aching chest, feeling a little strange in her heart, then raised her head to look at Duan Muyang, only to find it strange that he was able to beat her heartache, this kind of spiritual power is not something ordinary people can have, Teng Subai Her heart veins were damaged by the palm hit back then, and her spiritual power was completely dissipated. It was because he was the demon emperor, and he used the power of the demon emperor, which was the spiritual power brought by her natural blood, which was different from ordinary people.

Turning her eyebrows and eyes, she stood up gently, took a few breaths, and looked at her opponent Duanmuyang again.

Duanmuyang had already given in to her, with one hand behind his back, and one hand was given to her.

Mu Chaoyan just thought it was funny, no one had ever let her like this before, so she really laughed out loud, "Young Master Duanmu, you are indeed benevolent and righteous."

"Victory is not martial."

Just win, no matter what.

Mu Chaoyan thought of what the butler said during the match, and didn't care about any means.

She coughed softly, she was bound to get the Occult Blood Stone.The level of Yingyue and Lin Su's skills is still unknown. If she loses, she really has no chance of winning.

She, can't lose!
The indifference in his eyes slowly disappeared, and there was a chill inside.

Duanmu Yang raised his eyebrows, are you ready to get serious now?It's too late!he thought to himself.

Mu Chaoyan moved quickly, and the silver needles in his hands were fired at once, and the invisible silk thread was wrapped around the silver needles, and only the pleasant sound from the end of the silver needles could be heard.

Duanmuyang dodged the silver needle sideways, but his knee was numb. He was taken aback and looked at his knee. There was nothing unusual, but he knew that there was already a difference inside, a cold silver needle was in his kneecap.

(End of this chapter)