Fast Through the White Moonlight is Poisonous

  Chapter 1290 Fenghua Peerless, Nine Thousand Years Old (Seventy-Nine)

   "It's not about five years! Why did you get sick after only three years!"

  Transfer anger, properly transpose, but the doctor Li can only bear it.

  The king Jin on the side changed his face greatly when he heard the words of his emperor brother.

  Three years ago, when Emperor Jing came back from the battlefield, he told him everything.

   only five years including the other party.

  Now that he heard the words of the emperor's brother and the doctor Li, the king of Jin naturally knew what was going on.

  He was more excited than Jingdi, and his face turned pale.

  If Jiu Ji becomes ill, is it right that the emperor's brother will soon be too.

   "Doctor Li, you clarified the words to the king! You don't know what it means?" King Jin came to the doctor Li.

  He squatted down on his waist, and gritted his teeth one by one.

  "The minister...the minister needs to observe for another day."

  The doctor Li closed his eyes and awaited the final verdict.

  He is now somewhat certain that the reason why Jiu Ji is in a coma is because death has touched him.

  Jingdi walked towards the bedroom in despair.

  Doctor Li said that he would not accept it.

   only lasted three years.

  How could he and her be like this...

  The other imperial physicians kneeling on the ground did not understand the mystery of the emperor, king Jin, and imperial physician Li.

  Although everyone is curious, they also hold the attitude that more is better than less.

  Only a few noticed the attitude of Emperor Jing, and found that the opponent was in a state of despair, and that kind of aura of despair.

  This day...Could it be changed again...

  Jingdi sat in front of the dragon bed, looking at the sleeping woman, his deep eyes revealed depressed pain.

  Unwilling to give up, unwilling, pity, pains poured out one after another.

  ……

   Just when Jingdi and others were in pain or powerless.

  Mi Youning has returned to the guilt space.

  She sits on the soft couch in the space, sitting lazily and casually, "Xiao Hun'er, you are not very authentic."

  Jie Soul is floating on the side, with his back facing Mi Youning, his eyes are looking at the colorful glazed stone in front of him.

   "Host, this plane task is completed, and the power of the soul is also obtained.

  The next plane is more dangerous. You need to prepare well, because I won't go with you on the next plane. "

  Jie Soul's voice is low and deep, without the usual escape.

  Mi Youning looked at her soul body, penetrating the unshaped palm with her fingers, and stroking her nails in a fun way.

  The attitude of not listening to the words of Jie Hun made the face of Jie Hun who had been swept over by Yu Guang distorted.

   "Oh..." After a while, Mi Youning answered.

  She got up from the soft couch and floated towards the soul of guilt.

  When you come to the soul, make a quick move.

   "Oh! It hurts... It hurts, host, stop!"

  Mi You Ning quickly shot, grabbing the ears of the soul and spinning around, the painful opponent kept begging for mercy.

   "Little soul, you are bold enough, you get me out without saying a word, and you pretend to look deep. Who do you pretend to see you?

  This plane, your brain watts watching the show! He didn't even clip his tail to be a man, and dared to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail! "

  Quie soul broke free for a long time, but did not escape, and finally had to break his soul body.

  Broken soul body can not form a real state, easily escape the clutches.

   "Host! You will lose me like this!" The little soul angered Mi Youning and accused.

  The loss of God!

  Mi You Ning twitched the corner of her mouth, and glanced at Xiao Hun'er in disgust.

   "There is a sentence that I don't know when to say it improperly..."

  Xiaohuner tilted his head, "Say."

  Mi You Ning's mouth touched, exploding the little soul.

  (End of this chapter)