The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan put down the curtain and stuffed the chicken legs directly under the table. She opened the cloth bag given by the old man and carefully tried it with a silver needle. She only took a small bite after confirming that there was no problem.

It's full of imagination to take risks. Only when we really go this way can we know how insecure the backbone is when it comes to exposing the most vulnerable part.

With a heavy heart and not daring to take it lightly, Wen Ruolan took out the silver needle and played with it back and forth in his hand. When he wanted to catapult a few days ago, he thought that if there was something hidden in his sleeve, it would definitely save his life at the critical moment. The silver needle was obviously too thin and could not be hidden in his fingers.

Sleeve arrow! These two words appear in my mind. Wen Ruolan raises her hand and pinches her face. Well, she has read too many novels, and now she is living in ancient times like a dream, so the things in her deep memory will always come out from time to time.

However, it's not a bad thing. Since she chooses to be tied to Dongfang Yi, she should try to increase her chips. If it's time for her to die, she hopes that Dongfang Yi will be the last one to laugh. The enemy of the enemy is her friend, and she's just a small role. As long as she makes herself important, it's OK to save her life.

Just when Wen Ruolan was trying to figure out how the silver needle could be killed by surprise, an Feng came to the carriage and said, "master, on the road."

Heart almost jumped out of the throat, Wen Ruolan mouth straight pumping, suppress the heart of fear, deliberately let the voice sound tired: "no hurry, I nap for a while."

"Yes." Anfeng jumped on the shaft and didn't urge the horse forward, but sat cross knee and closed his eyes.

Wen Ruolan sleeps with her head in one hand. She is waiting for the person who throws the note to her to appear.

It's getting darker and darker. When the night comes, an Feng opens his eyes, turns around and lifts the curtain to see Wen Ruolan who seems to be asleep. Her small nose is crystal clear, and her hair covers half of her face. Her eyelashes are very long and her skin is white.

An Feng's throat knot rolled a few times, put down the curtain, leaned against the shed, looked up at the night sky, floated down for a long time, lifted the curtain and went into the carriage.

Wen Ruolan's hand hidden in her sleeve moved slightly, and a silver needle was pinched at her fingertip. In her mind, it was the acupoints of human body.

People close, she can feel an Feng's breathing, some shortness of breath let Wen Ruolan back cold sweat, this bastard also want to rape first and then kill?

An Feng's eyes show greed. Her facial features are distorted. She is so beautiful that people can't move her eyes. Such a woman can't escape a fate when she falls into anyone's hands, and how lucky he should be.

Think of her clever trial Rong Yifei, Anfeng mouth hanging a sneer, Rong Yifei boxing Kung Fu good and what use? People who are not good at hiding their true thoughts can only die worse than others, and he is deeply silent about this.

Quick hand directly pinched Wen Ruolan's neck, Wen Ruolan suddenly opened his eyes in horror, an Feng made a silent mouth, the concealed weapon directly along the curtain thrown out, stabbed the horse's buttocks, suddenly attacked, let the horse hiss, let go of the four hooves.

In the carriage, an Feng directly pulled Wen Ruolan's collar with his other hand.

Was pinched the neck to be unable to speak at all, Wen Ruolan makes an effort to want to evade behind.

"Don't be afraid. I know more than Dongfang Yi. I'm good at things he doesn't dare to do." An Feng's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was hoarse: "when you and I become good things, we must let him know that I want to see his pain, life is not like death."

Hating Dongfang Yi, Wen Ruolan struggles hard and starts to scratch with both hands. An Feng laughs and pours forward.

At this time, the fear in Wen Ruolan's eyes faded like the tide, and was replaced by a resolute and fierce posture.

The left and right hands, at the same time, stabbed the silver needle and hit the Renying acupoint of Anfeng.

At the same time, Rong Yifei is going crazy. He looks at the galloping carriage and uses his lightness skills to the extreme. He jumps and catches the reins. If he doesn't worry about the danger of Wen Ruolan in the carriage, he will shoot the horse for the first time.

An Feng couldn't believe that he lowered his head. His chest had been wet, and the blood on his neck seemed to gush out like crazy.

Wen Ruolan gasped and pointed to an Feng: "you think I can be slaughtered! Anfeng, go to hell! "

Then he raised his foot and tried his best to kick the Tanzhong acupoint. Everyone who knows acupuncture points knows that there is a saying called Qi huitanzhong. As long as he hit this acupoint, most people's reaction is that he can't get angry. Wen Ruolan doesn't expect to kick him to death, but he can't get angry and people are bleeding. What he wants is to be afraid of an Feng!

An Feng stumbled to the pile of herbs, raised his hand and pulled out the silver needle near his throat, gritting his teeth: "kill you!"

Wen Ruolan held a large handful of silver needles in his hand and narrowed his eyes: "let's see who died ugly!"

The carriage was stable. This detail relieved Wen Ruolan a little, and suddenly raised her lips to smile.

An Feng was stunned by Wen Ruolan. When he realized that someone was coming, he had a dagger on his neck.

Rong Yifei looked at Anfeng like a dead man: "you've lived enough."

Statement sentence, just to say the truth, and Wen Ruolan saw Rong Yifei, a heart instantly fell back to its original position.

An Feng's neck is still bleeding. Wen Ruolan's injection was aimed at killing him, but his strength was not enough. Coupled with the severe turbulence of the carriage just now, he lost some accuracy, but he opened the vein near Renying acupoint, so it was impossible to stop bleeding, and it was obviously not so easy to die.

"A knife at the beginning of the word." An Feng leaned against the pile of herbs and closed his eyes: "I didn't see Dongfang Yi die. I'm not reconciled."

Rong Yifei elbowed an Feng and fell down. He turned and hung his hand: "Miss Wen, I'm late."

Wen Ruolan shakes his head hard. What's not too late? He has no right to blame Rong Yifei. In his heart, he once again gives a helping hand to those who say that the ancients are simple. In this world, where there are people, there are intrigues.

Rong Yifei also wants to talk, his ears move, and he kneels on one knee, but he kneels at the door.

"Master."

When the curtain is lifted, Dongfang Yi gets on the carriage, and her eyes fall on Wen Ruolan's small face. Her frightened eyes make his eyes shrink, and she says: "let's go."

As soon as Rong Yifei retreats, Dongfang Yi reaches over and puts Wen Ruolan on his lap. After holding her firmly, his voice is filled with anger: "do you know you're afraid?"

At this moment, Wen Ruolan is like a kitten, lying on Dongfang Yi's shoulder. Go to his uncle's reserve. He was almost scared to death just now, and his bravery has long been out of the sky. Now he can't stop shaking.

Dongfang Yi patted her on the back: "I don't blame you. I'm late."

As soon as Wen Ruolan's nose is sour, tears fall down. It's very complicated. He is blind and willful. He thinks that Dongfang Yi is the most dangerous person in the world. As a result, an ordinary person can kill her. He is afraid of wearing it again.

"Dongfang Yi, I almost died." Wen Ruolan choked and raised her hand to wipe her tears.

Dongfang Yi pulls over her shoulder. With one hand, he lifts her clean chin to make two people look at each other. He raises his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and lightly lifts his lips: "you will die miserably if you don't have me."