Love in Xuancheng

The wind moye disliked and stepped back to distance himself from Mo sang. "I'm all right. I don't need your treatment. When you hear the word liushang again, you'll roll back to your Yanji valley."

"Don't call me here so quickly. What's the matter? Did you invite the medical God to come to your house for a wedding wine?" Mo sang didn't agree with Feng moye's attitude, as if he had been used to it for a long time. I picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, sat down and drank it myself.

"Put it down! Go and see the princess." Feng moye said coldly.

"Me? Go to see the princess? Is there no mistake?" Mo sang pointed to himself and looked at Feng moye in surprise. "Your medical skills are far better than me! Even you can't cure it, so I don't have to see it!" then he looked up and poured a cup of tea into his mouth.

"Go and see!" Feng moye's voice was a little cold and impatient.

"Well, well, go, alas --" Mo Sang's lazy voice was full of life.

About two cups of tea, Mo sang frowned and looked serious, "the same as your exploration results, no doubt!" then he sat back at the table and drank himself.

"Is there a way to remove it?" asked Feng moye.

"Pull it out?" Mo sang stared wide and jumped onto the stool, and his voice was much higher. "That's the soul devouring demon Jing of thorn Valley in the dark area! One Lord in his life, the Lord will haunt his soul and swear to obey the Lord's orders."

"So what?" Feng moye turned his head and looked at the direction of the bed collapse. His voice was as plain as water.

"How? Not how!" Mo sang said, tilted his head and sat down again, like a vented ball, listlessly glancing at Feng moye.

"The heaven and the earth have never heard of anyone who can successfully pull out the soul devouring demon Jing in the thorn valley of the dark field! In the end, only Jing and the main soul will be destroyed together. You abandoned the crown prince and came here with a lie from the wild old Taoist priest. Is this the end of the long state mainland for so many years?"

The house fell into a dead silence, as if they were in a long meditation.

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Study of the prime minister's residence

Daughter accident, followed by son, grandson inexplicably missing, no one alive, no body dead. The carefully arranged assassination ended in vain. Before entering the house, there was the news that the princess was missing. The house leaked and rained.

Qu Bo was struck by thunder in an instant, his brain roared, his eyes blackened, and he almost fell down. He slowly looked around and was surprised that the prime minister's house was so dilapidated. The biting cold wind came from all directions, which made him shiver.

He returned to the study with strong anger, as if all the objects in front of him were mocking and laughing at his incompetence. He was immediately angry. He grabbed the cyan gold drawing vase at hand and smashed it on the ground, one after another

Bursts of broken porcelain came from the study, startling the maids and women in the house one by one. Dark clouds hung over the prime minister's residence, depressing and dreary.

"Bucket! So many people can't even see a half dead person. What's the use of raising you!" Qu Bochao's eyes are scarlet and crazy. He knelt down on the ground in anger, shaking like a sieve. These people were scratched by the splashed broken porcelain pieces, and were injured to varying degrees. They were bleeding, but they didn't dare to stretch out their hands to wipe them and let them flow wantonly.

Endure a cavity of anger to participate in the enemy's wedding banquet. The plot is inexplicably out of control and turns into a bubble. You can't even have a strange reaction for fear of revealing a flaw.

I thought my plan was careful and safe. In addition, when traveling to the city, the king of Jin always held the princess in his arms. All his attention was focused on the princess. He was not alert at all. It was really sleepy. Someone handed me a pillow. It was a good time, place and people! It's OK. If you don't succeed, you can find a wall to kill yourself. What happened? The chaos of planning did not appear, and the assassins who wandered among the people also lost their trace!

"God is going to kill me! God is going to kill me! ---" Qu Bochao roared angrily into the sky. He felt a smell of fishy sweetness gushing from his throat, a mouthful of blood gushing out, and he squatted softly on the ground.