Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Feng Xiaoye also took off the curtain cap, but there was still a veil under the curtain cap. They couldn't see her face, so they could only catch her big and bright black eyes.

"This is a fortune teller. Jianghu people call him divination God!"

There was no silence, and the corner of his mouth was drawn.

What is divination God?

The guard's face twitched, and he replied stiffly, "I haven't heard of it."

"Hehe, it's normal that you haven't heard of the Jianghu. Do you lead the way?" Feng Xiaoye was impatient. "If you miss the best time for our master's fortune telling, can you afford it?"

The guard finally stopped blocking them, turned aside and allowed them to enter.

Feng Xiaoye stepped in and turned to see Wuji standing there foolishly. She frowned. Dai Mei came forward and grabbed him and left.

What are you doing, silly senior brother!

Wuji was dragged into the room and couldn't help thumbing up to Feng Xiaoye, "Xiaoye, you're so smart."

"No, others are too stupid." Feng Xiaoye threw a wink at him.

Half of her face was covered under the veil, because the action of raising eyebrows and eyes added a trace of mysterious charm, which made Wu Ji look sluggish. A faint blush slowly appeared on her handsome little face, and then turned away her eyes a little.

Is it because I've been with her too long lately? He blushed inexplicably.

Fengxiaoye didn't notice that he was blushing. He hurriedly took a table and chair, took paper and pen for him, and brushed and wrote on the paper.

It reads: "don't miss it when you pass by. The divination master fortune teller once in a lifetime is not allowed to have money!"

Wu Ji looked at this line of words, and the corners of his mouth smoked badly.

How can these people believe such nonsense unless they are fools!

Feng Xiaoye pasted the paper in front of the table and shouted to the outside: "don't miss it when you pass by. The divination is super accurate. Our divination God tells fortune himself!"

Perhaps because she was wearing a veil, she had forgotten all her previous high and cold. Now she just wanted to finish the task for her senior brother.

God knows what happened to her sudden enthusiasm.

Many people in the distance slowly leaned over because of Feng Xiaoye's cry. They looked at each other and couldn't help wondering about the situation in front of them.

Seems interesting?

Seeing everyone close, Feng Xiaoye immediately shouted, "don't hesitate, don't want money!"

As soon as he heard this, someone came to tell his fortune.

Wu Ji looked at Feng Xiaoye helplessly, and could only lower his head to look at the fortune teller solemnly.

Standing on one side, Feng Xiaoye saw that everyone had been attracted. Her eyes flashed cunningly and went forward to fill each person with a pill.

"What is this?" Asked one of them.

Feng Xiaoye smiled innocently, but the veil covered her facial expression. No one knew she was laughing.

"This is something to use before fortune telling. Don't eat it. Just hold it in the palm of your hand and crush it when it's your turn."

Although people have doubts in their hearts, they don't worry so much since they don't eat in their mouth.

Feng Ono stood on one side, silently counting the time in his heart, waiting for this group of people to fall one by one.

1、 Two, three

"Touch!" He who sits in front of silence falls first.

As he fell, others fell with him.

Originally, the long queue was not spectacular because of the people who fell one after another.

Wu Ji was stunned. Feng Xiaoye came forward and grabbed his sleeve and ran, "let's go and burn the camp!"

Silent: "

How does he think this is the first day to meet Feng Ono? I didn't know this girl was so fierce before!

The two men who ran away attracted the attention of the remaining soldiers.

"What are you doing!" Someone asked first.

Feng Xiaoye had no time to meet them. He got candles from one side and threw them directly on the camp.

"Ah!" The soldiers cried out in horror.

Suddenly, the scene was in a mess, fire-fighting, arresting and in a hurry.

After all, these chaotic parties gathered temporarily without professional training. They didn't know how to deal with things, so that they were caught off guard by Feng Xiaoye's behavior!

Fengxiaoye runs wildly with no silence, and the soldiers chasing after him are still chasing and shouting.

Her breathing became heavier and heavier and her face became paler and paler.

The heart beat faster and faster in her chest. For a moment, she was black and soft because of the lack of blood supply to her heart.

Wu Ji's eyes were cold and wanted to hold her immediately. A blue shadow flashed in front of her. Someone caught Feng Xiaoye's shaky body faster.

His face stagnated. He looked at the suddenly emerging ink, which was easy to be cold. He just wanted to say something, but he raised his collar.

Mo Yihan picked him up and threw him to his subordinates behind him: "Changsong, take the monk away."

The soldiers behind him had caught up with him. He took a quick hand to force the soldiers back. Only then did the Ninja sweep away with the open wound in his abdomen and holding fengono.

The soldiers had to chase again, but there was a cry of surprise ahead.

"Ah, raid, run!"

……

In the coma, Feng Xiaoye was breathing more and more rapidly. She obviously felt it difficult to breathe, so that she dragged her ink and cold sleeves and was breathing rapidly.

It seems that she can't do too much vigorous exercise for so long.

"Ono!" Mo Yihan's slightly hoarse voice was in his ear, anxious and worried.

Feng Xiaoye always dragged him and gasped for a while. He was as energetic as a hairspring and said, "medicine... Medicine..."

Her medicine is in her sleeve.

It's been a long time since she took medicine. Today's incident made her want to take medicine.

Mo Yihan didn't care. He took her into the commander's camp, put her on the bed and hurriedly touched her body.

At first, he hesitated. After all, men and women were different, but after such hesitation, he had no doubt and put his big hand directly into her sleeve.

"Is that it?" Soon, he felt out a bottle of medicine and asked in some doubt.

Wind Ono opened a crack hard, "medicine, yes... Yes..."

"OK." He poured out a pill and handed it to her lips.

Such a pill is pure white. It's a very small one. It's the size of a fingernail. It's actually fengono's life-saving straw.

He always thought that Feng Xiaoye, who had left for several years, would be healthy when he came back. Unexpectedly

A pill was swallowed, but after a while, Feng Xiaoye's breathing calmed down a lot. She took a long sigh of relief and pulled off the veil on her face, "brother Yi Han."

She called him in a dumb voice, her eyes fixed on his chest for a moment.

Not because of anything else, but because blood was gradually oozing out of his blue robe.

Seeing such blood, her pupils suddenly shrunk, "your injury!"

She sat up abruptly.