The genius doctor is all over the city, the emperor is very fond of the little poisonous concubine

Chapter 43 What about cleanliness?
Chapter 43 What about cleanliness?
Seeing this scene, the rope in Xiao Bai's paws fell to the ground in shock, and then the short hairs stood on end.

The master, the master, actually hugged the master, and it was the master who was covered in blood!

Well said cleanliness.

Di Jiushang looked down at Feng Yunyao who had fainted in his arms, his cold thin lips slightly curled up.

She is really a stubborn stinky girl.

The Feng family, the head of the Feng family saw Feng Yunyao who was covered in blood and was hugged by Emperor Jiushang, his eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

"Yao, Yaoyao, she is..." Patriarch Feng tried his best not to faint, his hands were trembling, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

What happened to her, how could she be covered in blood?

"She's fine, just fell asleep." Di Jiushang passed Feng Yunyao in his arms, his cold voice still without any emotion.

The head of the Feng family hurriedly took Feng Yunyao over carefully, and hurriedly pinched her pulse to check carefully.

Even though Di Jiushang said she was fine, seeing that she was covered in blood, it was still hard to believe that she would be fine.

His pulse was a little weak, as if he had done a lot of labor and his physical strength was severely exhausted, but he was indeed fine, as for the injuries on his body, he needed to be checked again.

Regardless of the presence of Emperor Jiushang, he immediately called a maid to help Feng Yunyao wash, and called a doctor to wait.

Di Jiushang looked at his bloody hands and blood-stained clothes, and frowned in discomfort.

Afterwards, he handed a purple Qiankun bag to Patriarch Feng who was still busy, and said in a cold voice: "This Qiankun bag is a gift from the deity to Yao'er, and there is a pill in it for her to eat when she wakes up. "

After finishing speaking, before Patriarch Feng could react, his figure was erratic and disappeared in an instant.

Patriarch Feng pinched the Qiankun bag in a daze, and when he saw the color of the Qiankun bag, he suddenly became restless.

This, this turned out to be a top-quality Qiankun bag, which is almost unavailable in the Sky Continent.

He actually gave it to Yaoyao?
"When my master first met his master, he coveted his master's Qiankun bag. Master must be very happy to see this universe bag." Xiao Bai jumped to the window and explained to Master Feng.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Qiankun bag had opened its divine sense and recognized the master that day, the master and master might have run away naked.

However, this Qiankun bag has not yet opened its consciousness, so it is not the one that the master master used before.

Feng Yunyao just felt as if she had gone through a catastrophe, she didn't have any strength in her body, not even the strength to move her toes.

After lying down for a while, my brain was much clearer.

I remember that when she was in a coma, she was suffering inhuman torture at the entrance of the ghost cave.

Apart from lack of strength, she has no other discomforts, and there is no biting cold wind around her.

Under the body is a soft bed.

Feng Yunyao opened her eyes, and what she entered was an antique wooden bed with patterns, a very familiar environment.

This is Fengfu, her boudoir.

When did she return to Fengfu?
Don't think it must be her cheap master who sent her back.

Raising his arm and looking at the limp hand, he quickly put his right hand on his left to feel his pulse.

Her pulse was soft and feeble, not to mention her profound strength, she didn't even have the usual strength. It seemed that the first dragon soul on her body hadn't been dispelled yet.

Feng Yunyao couldn't help feeling bitter in her heart.

If you have suffered so much and still haven’t achieved your goal, then you have suffered in vain.

Could it be that she will not be able to cultivate profound strength in this life.

If so, she can only strengthen in other aspects, such as poison.

She needs to develop more poisons, just in case.

Killing does not necessarily depend on one's own strength.

Feng Yunyao lay down for a while, and with some strength in her body, she sat up while holding the quilt against the surface of the bed.

I moved my body and was about to get up when I accidentally saw a purple bag next to the pillow.

"Qiankun bag?"

(End of this chapter)