Flourishing age's Medical concubine

"The real name of Xiange childe Guo is true. He is not only good at zither and poison, but also amazing with his mechanism." a cold and solemn voice came from behind. Young master Xiange turned back, his Feng eyes narrowed slightly, and picked up his eyebrows and said, "Gong Yuchen?"

"I'm sorry, you didn't come. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to admire the style of young master Xiange in this life." a man in black came out of the dark forest with a long sword in his hand. The left face of the man in black was scratched with blood by something, which looked shocking. Behind him stood several men in black who were also dressed in silence.

Young master Xiange glanced at the battle situation under the cliff and sighed: "master, are you going to be an old man quickly? Or are you really old?"

Martial uncle kicked away a man in black, took time to look at the cliff, sneered and said, "hold on. If you can't hold on, die."

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The man in black obviously learned from the experience and lessons of dealing with young master Xiange before. He no longer tried to get close to him, but attacked with long weapons such as concealed weapons and long whip from a distance. But obviously, the effect of the attack will be greatly reduced. Although young master Xiange's martial arts are not first-class, people can't help him for a while.

People in black can't sing string songs. String songs also secretly complain in their hearts. Sitting on the roof drinking at night, he naturally can't carry too much poison with him. Obviously, his master has made up his mind to linger below and teach the waste material apprentice a lesson. Young master Xiange has to carry it by himself. However, he was not interested in martial arts by nature. Even with such an invincible master, he has only mixed up with a second-class, top-notch and first-class level over the past 20 years. If it weren't for the skill of poison, where would it be the opponent of so many first-rate killers?

Once these killers risked their lives and wanted to fight with him, childe Xiange seemed to be a little overwhelmed after using up the poison in his hand.

At this time, the foot of the Cuiwei mountain is also not calm. Nangong Mo took a quick horse and felt that someone had been waiting for them at the foot of the mountain. Nangong Mo strangled the horse's bridle and lightly raised his eyebrows and looked at the people blocking the way in front of him. The man in black, with long sleeves, was wearing a black cloak embroidered with gold complex patterns, with a ferocious black gold mask on his face, revealing only a pair of bright but cold eyes.

"Gong Yu Chen." Nangong Mo said faintly.

"Little Mo'er, I really miss you when I haven't seen you for a long time." Gong Yuchen looked at Nangong Mo with a smile and sighed, "you always oppose me, but I've been reluctant to kill you."

Liu hanleng, who followed Nangong Mo, said in a cold voice, "if you want to kill the princess, does the palace Pavilion master have that ability?"

Gong Yuchen glanced at Liu Han lightly and said calmly, "even the people around Xiao Mo'er are so sharp toothed and sharp mouthed? However... Compared with your master, you are really not cute. I don't have any desire to love my house and Wu."

"Liu Han, be careful!"

Before Gong Yuchen's voice fell, a concealed weapon with a fierce wind shot at Liu Han. Liu Han quickly sank sideways, and the whole man dodged to the side of the horse to avoid the blow. The pillar of a straw shed not far behind him was broken, and Liu Han was also cold.

Nangong Mo's eyes fell on the man in black standing next to Gong Yuchen and sneered: "there are really experts like clouds around the palace Pavilion Lord. No wonder he dares to appear in front of the princess again." behind Gong Yuchen stood seven or eight men in black cloaks and masks. Just look at that blow just now, you know that all are top experts. Although they have the upper hand in number, it is not easy to get rid of these people and go up the mountain immediately. However, martial uncle is on the mountain, and she has left people in the mountain before. I think there will be no danger for senior brother and master.

Gong Yuchen didn't seem to hear Nangong Mo's sarcasm and said softly, "Mo'er, you need to know... Most of the time, top martial arts are useless. For example, can you live now?"

Nangong Mo raised his eyebrow. "Really? If the leader of the palace Pavilion still has martial arts, do you still need to be surrounded by so many experts? If you say these people are sent to the mountain, they should kill whoever they want to kill?"

Gong Yuchen sighed, "is Mo'er saying that this seat is timid?"

Nangong Mo smiled and said nothing, but Gong Yuchen didn't seem to be disobedient. He said with a smile: "I really cherish my life. After all, if people die, there will be nothing. Therefore, I'm afraid your method of motivating generals won't work."

Nangong Mo didn't expect anything to be useful to Gong Yuchen, but ran on him and didn't want money. She didn't believe that Gong Yuchen, a pervert, suddenly changed from a top expert to a powerless one, and there would be no psychological barrier at all.

Nangong Mo immediately took the first two steps and said calmly, "if you think you can succeed if you delay here, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

Gong Yuchen said with a warm smile, "Mo'er thinks too much. I just haven't seen Mo'er for a long time. I don't miss it."

Nangong Mo said with a smile, "well, since the leader of the palace Pavilion is interested in this leisure, it's OK for us to talk."

Hearing what she said, Gong Yuchen, who was still in high spirits, hesitated. After looking at Nangong Mo for a long time, I sighed: "every time I see Mo'er, I will hate Wei Junmo more."

Nangong Mo pulled out the corner of his mouth and understood the place very well. He said, "I understand that there are always a lot of perverts in the world who envy others if they don't have one." Gong Yuchen narrowed his eyes and said, "Mo'er is right. Weijunmo should be jealous of the world if he can get a wife like you." Nangong Mo didn't think so, "I'm afraid it's more than that? For example, his identity, the forces behind him, his qualifications, and even... His appearance. Does the Lord of the palace think he really wants... The feeling of jealousy? Every time he sees him, he feels like thousands of ants are biting your heart. He wants to kill him immediately, but it's just wrong Can't you kill him? Then you hate him even more? "

Gong Yuchen's eyes were suddenly cold, and his words seemed to be cold with cold ice, "little Mo'er, you're making me angry."

Nangong Mo shrugged. "The truth always makes people uncomfortable."

For a long time, just when everyone thought Gong Yuchen could not help but be on guard, Gong Yuchen suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, "I envy Wei Junmo's identity? Ha ha, Wei Junmo has the right to make me jealous? It's just that he doesn't even have a biological father... What are you talking about?!" halfway through the words, Gong Yuchen suddenly stopped and stared at Nangong Mo: "I really shouldn't underestimate you."

Nangong Mo Xiumei picked slightly and looked at Gong Yuchen with some regret.

In the distance, the winding fire moved quickly towards this side. Gong Yuchen snorted: "you call yourself the soldier of King Yan's house."