The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

But she's not a good lady.

Some things she can manage, some things, she is not interested in managing.

In this holy doctor's school, the weak and the strong are respected. If you want to stay here and get respect, it's no use crying twice. The only way is to improve their own strength.

Think of here, He Xi no longer pay attention to these two people, the figure of a flash has appeared in his bed, closed eyes rest.

Tong Bing originally looked to He Xi's praying eyes when He Xi closed his eyes, turned to disappointment.

He bit his lips and stood still, his tears cold. Finally, he bit his teeth, stooped to pick up his bedding, and turned to walk out of the door.

When he walked out of the dormitory door, Tong Bing suddenly turned back and sobbed: "master Xuanmu, I I will try to get your approval. "

However, his voice has not yet fallen, a strong wind came, and the door slammed shut.

Tong Bing felt a pain in her nose and cheek, and her tears could not help falling down again.

But he bit his teeth and went to the utility room.

===Five days later, He Xi has basically figured out the general layout of bijingxuan.

In other words, he made clear the brief map of bijingxuan and its defensive situation.

Even, pretending to know the wrong way, she let Xiao Li confirm the place where Wu Qi breath appeared.

And the people in bijingxuan now have a good attitude towards Hexi.

The reason is no other. Under the condition of He Xi, they look much better, and five days later, the original disease has never happened again.

In the quiet Yajian, He Xi took back his hand from the wrist vein of the middle-aged man, smiled and said: "although your condition has not been alleviated, your physical condition has been much better. Maybe we don't have to wait ten days for craniotomy. "

There was a glimmer of joy in the middle-aged man's eyes, and the hand he had received trembled slightly with excitement.

No matter how high his strength, power and calm his performance, no one will not care about his life.

What's more, his illness is still such an embarrassing and ugly way of attack. As long as he thinks that his crazy appearance is seen by other people, middle-aged men feel more unbearable than death.

Once upon a time, Lu Xuyang didn't relieve his pain, but he could feel that the power that made him crazy was growing stronger and stronger.

However, the feeling of the young man after treatment is different.

Although the evil power in the brain has not been reduced, it seems to be bound by something, so that he no longer feels that his life is threatened in real time.

It's just that regulatory therapy can make him feel alive again. What about the surgery? Does it really heal him?

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and soon stabilized his original surging mood.

A pair of dark eyes fell on He Xi, slowly opening up: "these days ~ you come to treat me every day, but never ask me who I am? Little girl, aren't you curious? "

He Xi leisurely smile: "I asked curiously, will you tell me?"

On the middle-aged man's line of sight, He Xi Xiangran spread out: "that does not end, since you will not tell me, then why should I do more than this."

The middle-aged man chuckled: "what an interesting little girl. But also, the real purpose of your coming here is not to cure me, is it? "