THE UNRIVALED MIRACLE DOCTOR AND THE GOD
Chapter 396: This is Called Playing the Whip! [1]
"So like to play whip? Then I'll play with you!" Mu Qingge's cold voice fell down, and the ghost cloud whip in his hand also let out a silver bell sound, towards which the blue Feiyue fell to the ground.
Lan Feiyue's eyes suddenly enlarged the shadow of the whip emanating from the attack.
She screams in horror, “No!” He covered his cheeks with his hands, and rolled to the side in embarrassment. However, the magic cloud whip was even faster in Mu Qingge's hands.
Even if he dodged in time, the whip still fell hard on his back.
"hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The blue dress on her body was already covered in dust, and the cloth on her back was torn apart by the whip of the ghost cloud, bloody and bloody, and her bones were faintly visible.
The piercing pain in his back caused Lan Feiyue to sweat all over his body, the pain was like a strainer, panicking. His eyes were pointing at Mu Qingge like poison. And Mu Qingge's second whip silently fell.
Lan Feiyue wanted to dodge it in a humiliating manner, but it was already pulled at the waist, and the entire crowd flew out and slammed it against the wall.
“Engah!” Lan Feiyue fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood.
Mu Qingge's whip shadow continued to fall, and Lan Feiyue, like a rat that fell into hot oil, fled everywhere, but could never escape the whip of a ghost cloud.
This was his favorite weapon and had been with him for over ten years.
Now it falls into the hands of the person he hates the most, and such a business harms itself.
Lan Feiyue let out painful wails from time to time, not only hating Mu Qingge, but also whipping the ghost clouds. The illusory whip cloud was seized and turned into a weapon to injure himself, like a betrayal in his heart!
...
“Emperor Yuan, isn't this too much!” Patriarch Lan felt sorry for his daughter and could not help but suppress Huangfu Haotian.
Huangfu Haotian looked at him, the meaning in his eyes seemed to understand Patriarch Lan's words.
This type of favoritism made Patriarch Lan amused with hatred. He forcefully endured the deadly fury and said to Huangfu Haotian: "That little girl has lost, and Master Mu is still insulting a woman to such an extent. Is this what big guys do?"
Before Huangfu Haotian could speak, Jiang Li's sarcasm sounded: "In which ear did you hear your daughter say that she admitted defeat? Since he didn't admit defeat, the match would naturally continue."
“Close the devil girl's mouth!” Patriarch Lan decisively drank Jiang Li.
Within the blood of the ancient witch kingdom, there was the blood of the beast. This type of blood had become an inhuman existence in his eyes.
Jiang Li's eyes froze, and killing intent appeared.
Huang Fuhuan immediately warned with a calm face: "Patriark Lan, you have said it."
Huangfu Haotian's expression was also a little gloomy, and he looked at Patriarch Lan, "I can understand Lan Qing's love for girls, but I can't anger anyone else. Isn't it like Queen Jiang apologized?"
Patriarch Lan turned into a blue and white face. Knowing that there was no point in asking Huangfu Haotian, but he did not want to apologize to Jiang Li. He just snorted and returned to his chair.
Right now, he was just hoping that Mu Qingge would not be too ruthless.If he really killed Lan Feiyue, then the Lan family would never die with him!
Patriarch Lan's hand on the arm of the chair had already clenched his fists tightly.
Patriarch Lan's attitude caused a cold light to flash in Huangfu Haotian's eyes. When the cold light disappeared, he turned his gaze to Jiang Li and smiled: "Don't mind Empress Jiang, Patriarch Lan will only say bad words when she is in a hurry."
Jiang Li sneered, "It's okay. There is always an opportunity to request this account today."
His words made Huangfu Haotian and his sons unable to communicate, so they could only smile. The two secretly exchanged glances, feeling that the arrogance of the Lan family fox had gotten used to it, and now the dream was awakened, but they still had not seen their seats clearly.
...
Snap-!
Happiness-!
"what-what!"
Although Lan Feiyue was already bruised and bruised at the moment, her proud appearance was still intact! This is what makes him happy.
However, now that his body had crossed, his entire body was covered in blood, and sand mixed with blood to stain the wound, making it dirty. No longer have the strength to resist.
He lay on the ground, watching Mu Qingge slowly approach with hatred in his eyes.
As Mu Qingge approached, sunlight spilled from behind her, forming a shadow in front of her, and Lan Feiyue lay in her shadow.
Lan Feiyue looked at him, panting heavily, with hatred in her eyes.
However, Mu Qingge looked cold and resolute, unconcerned by the hatred in her eyes, and asked coldly: "You swung my first whip, do you want to smash my face?"
Although it was a question, his tone was an indisputable affirmation.
Lan Feiyue's eyes suddenly shrank, she seemed to guess what Mu Qingge was going to do next!
“No-no-no!” He looked horrified in his eyes. When Mu Qingge used the ghost cloud whip to make her feel pain, she showed no fear. At the moment, it is revealed.
He shook his head with final force, pleading, trying to retreat back to safety. Unfortunately, his strength was depleted and he could not move his body at all.
Mu Qingge slowly raised her hand, raising the magic cloud whip in her hand.
He seemed to be deliberately slowing down and giving Lan Feiyue a chance to escape, and he seemed to be deliberately humiliating her.
The panic in Lan Feiyue's eyes increased sharply, and she couldn't imagine how life would be worse than death if she was disabled. His face is his pride.
If it was destroyed like this, what would he use to win the heart of His Highness the Holy King in the future?
With a clear whistle, a ghost cloud smashed into Lan Feiyue's face.
He was so stunned that he could only stare at the falling whip with his eyes wide open.
Snap-!
"We're surrendering!" Lan Patriarch's voice echoed with a whip.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. His flesh had stained his cheeks. But Mu Qingge still stood up indifferently.
His father's words reminded him, he shouted in a trembling voice: "I give up! I surrender!"
“Huh--!” Huang Fuhuan sighed, leaning on the back of his chair, his eyes in awe said: “Mu Xiaojue is really great!” It was just a slap in the face!
Of course, in front of Jiang Li, Huang Fuhuan did not have the courage to utter the second half of the sentence.
Jiang Li sneered naturally: "Does it take mercy, fragrance, and jade to treat the enemy? The enemy is the enemy, and there is no difference between a man and a woman."
His words silenced Huangfuhuan.
For the first time, he was seriously staring at Queen Jiang of the ancient mage country. It seemed that under her distinctive, glamorous and dazzling appearance, a heart that was also different from others was the most exciting.
His assertiveness, ferocity, as well as his clear and enthusiastic personality started to attract Huang Fuhuan's current attention.
“What do you see? Want to use empress?” Jiang Li's eyes widened, and Huangfu glanced viciously.
However, this warning tone fell into Huang Fuhuan's ears at the moment, but it was annoying and pitiful. He pulled his eyes in silence, as if he did not want Jiang Li to find his thoughts.
Lan Feiyue gave up, and a mysterious iron door opened. The Lan family, who had been waiting outside for a long time, rushed in, took Lan Feiyue and left.
“Wait.” Just when the Lan family was about to leave, Mu Qingge suddenly said.
The people from the Lan family, looking at the current Mu Qingge, as if they were looking at a demon, were suddenly stopped by him, one after another fear came out from their bodies.
However, Mu Qingge threw a ghost cloud whip that was stained with Blue Feiyue flesh and blood at their feet, lifting her lips and sneering, "Don't forget your oldest woman's whip."
The Lan family hurriedly picked up the magic cloud whip on the ground and escaped from the cage.
Mu Qingge raised her head, raised her chin, and looked at Patriarch Lan in the corridor.
The eyes of the two people collided in the air, emitting sparks.
Patriarch Lan snorted coldly, and left. He was in a hurry, I was worried that he would have to rush back to take care of Lan Feiyue's injuries.
After he left, Hei Mu and Lou Xuantie exchanged glances silently, and strange and cold smiles appeared in their eyes at the same time.
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Tiandu, the Blue House.
Lan Feiyue was covered in blood, and was taken to the Blue Mansion without knowing life or death, scaring everyone in the mansion.
For a while, the Lan Mansion became tense.
Patriarch Lan stood outside Lan Feiyue's room, watching the servants in the mansion continue to enter and exit Lan Feiyue's room. The clean water that was brought was turned into blood and carried.
There was even a foam of finely chopped meat floating above the bloody water.
Every time I saw this scene, the hatred in Patriarch Lan's heart increased. The root of his teeth was bitten by him and it was painful!
After waiting for more than half an hour, he couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled a servant girl who had just walked out of the room and asked, "How is the young lady doing now?"
He suddenly hesitated.
Patriarch Lan frowned and said anxiously: "How is it? If you don't tell me, I'll kill you!"
"Patriarch saved your life." The slave immediately knelt on the ground and lowered his head: "Doctor said, the wound on the woman's body is too deep, especially on the face. He's seen the skull. If you want the woman to recover, don't leave scars. You can only request a spirit level Xiuyan Pill from the Medicine Tower. "
"Medicine Tower! Medicine Tower! The Medicine Tower and the bastard surnamed Mu are the same type of raccoon dog, how could they give me the Yan Pill?" Lan Patriarch was furious.
"out! Out!" He vented the anger in his heart to the servant.
The slave and the servant hurried away and did not dare to delay.
I was afraid that if I slowed down a bit, I would worry about my life.
Patriarch Lan's spiritual strength was extremely ruthless, he resisted the urge to kill, and walked around with a gloomy face.
Lan Feiyue was a princess who had cultivated with all her hard work.Even if she could not enter the palace, she could have a good future with her beauty and bring back great benefits to the Lan family.
However, now that all hope had been crushed by Mu Qingge, how could he not hate her?
Inside the room, on top of the carved bed, Lan Feiyue lay peacefully. Both doctors in Fuzhong treated her wounds carefully, now that her upper body had been bandaged, and half of her cheek was also covered with gauze. Only the wounds on his feet were still being cleaned and treated.
After taking the lifesaving pill, his life was no longer affected.
However, the physical pain made him unable to rest in peace, and images of his injuries continued to appear in his mind.
After a while, the wound on his leg was also resolved. After the doctor ordered her to rest in peace, she left the room.
After chatting with the doctor, Lan Patriarch wanted to come see her daughter, but suddenly there was news of a visitor from outside.
"What guests? Don't you see the situation in the mansion right now? No!" Patriarch Lan waved anxiously.
The person who delivered the message was frightened by the hesitation, but he still delivered what the guest had asked: "Home ... Patriarch, both of them said that they had pills to restore the young lady's appearance."
“What are you talking about!” Patriarch Lan appeared in front of the person delivering the message instantly, took his clothes, and brought them to his face.
His body was like a sieve, and he kept repeating his words now.
After hearing clearly again, Patriarch Lan threw the subordinate in his hand to the ground. A cold light suddenly appeared in the depths of her resolute eyes, she thought for a moment before she calmed down, "Take guests into my study."
The next person immediately backed off.
When Patriarch Lan left, he turned his head and glanced at Lan Feiyue's room before leaving quietly.
Lan Feiyue's courtyard gradually calmed down after Patriarch Lan left.
Lan Feiyue was lying on the bed, staring at the veil layer with wide eyes.
At this moment, a well-fitting servant girl next to him walked up to his bedside with a washed-up whip of ghost clouds in both hands and knelt down, and said softly: "Miss, "Miss, the ghost cloud whip is clean."
She thought she would get praise from young women, however, this was the most beloved weapon of young women.
However, when Lan Feiyue heard the three words 'ghost cloud whip', she burst out in anger, sat down from the bed regardless of her wound, and fell coldly on her personal servant.
Wrapped by these icy cold eyes, the close servant shivered for a while and shakily shouted: "Little ... Miss ..."
Lan Feiyue's eyes suddenly shone sharply, raising her hand to take the ghost cloud whip from her, and pulling it towards her.
"what-what!"
The servant girl was just an ordinary person, who had been bought into the Blue Mansion as a servant girl ever since she was a child. I have never practiced any moves, how could I withstand Lan Feiyue's whip?
Immediately, he shouted in pain and rolled around on the ground while holding his body.
Lan Feiyue got up from the bed, ignored her own movements and tore her wound apart, lifting up the ghost cloud whip to slam the slave to the ground violently.
It seemed like he had already regarded this servant as Mu Qingge, venting hatred in his heart.
He flicked loudly with one whip and one whip, and the blood of the servants had already drenched the room. The poor waiter was already out of breath in this process.
The other people serving Lan Feiyue did not dare to approach at all, and could only reduce their sense of existence in self-defense. I fear that I will be the next person Lan Feiyue will use to vent her anger.
After pumping for half an hour, Lan Feiyue's injuries had been widely exposed, she was panting heavily, and threw the ghost cloud whip in her hand onto the ground on the ground.
“Bring this ghost cloud whip and cheap waitress to burn it!” Lan Feiyue said coldly.
Her ruthless appearance was completely different from her extremely beautiful appearance.
The servants hiding at the side looked at the muddy flesh on the ground who could not see their faces, and no one dared to approach them.
Lan Feiyue said bitterly: “Why, do you want to be like him?” Cold eyes swept over, and the servants could only endure the fear and nausea in their hearts, close their eyes and begin to clean the bloodstains in the room.
Lan Feiyue lay down again and said coldly, "Call the doctor."
The servants did not dare to delay, so they had to call the doctor back to bandage Lan Feiyue's wounds again.
After he calmed down, he asked, "Where is my father?"
The slave and the maid said carefully, "Master seems to be looking at the guest in the study."
“Meet guests?” Lan Feiyue's voice suddenly became a little louder. "I'm hurt like this, she still wants to see guests?"
The slave rushed to his knees and said in a hurry: “The young woman is calm. The Patriarch did not plan to see her, but they heard that they had a medicine that could restore the young lady's appearance, so he rushed to see her.” He heard what he heard. Speak up quickly.
A pill that can restore your appearance!
With a heartbeat, Lan Feiyue involuntarily raised her hand to caress her bandaged cheek.
Thinking about her appearance being crushed, Lan Feiyue's hatred rose again. At this moment, he wanted to kill everyone who had seen his ugly appearance!
When killing intent appeared in his heart, he tried to endure it.
He said to the slave and his servant: "dress me."
The waiter looked at her in surprise, "Miss, your doctor said you want to rest, and you can't do more activity!"
Lan Feiyue's cold eyes swept over, and the slave servant hurriedly fell silent.
He did not dare to say more, he took out the clothes that Lan Feiyue usually wore and changed them for her.
After getting dressed, Lan Feiyue walked towards her father's study.
At this moment, there was also a strange silence in Patriarch Lan's studies.
In the large study room, other than Patriarch Lan, there were two other people. And these two people were no strangers anymore, it was Heimu and Lou Xuantie.
Patriarch Lan's silence seemed to be thinking about their proposal.
The two looked at each other, and Lou Xuan said, "Patriark Lan, as long as the Lan family is willing to help, we will immediately offer the Xiuyan Pill. Besides, once everything is done, it will be good for the Lan family."
Their proposal moved the hearts of Lan Patriarch.
But he was still a little worried, "His Highness the Holy King seemed to look at Mu Xiao Bastard differently. If we really join forces to kill him, won't the Holy King anger His Majesty?"
Hei Mu smirked his lips and showed an unsightly smile, "You think Patriarch Lan is worrying about something. There is a crisis in that place. How many geniuses fell in each Linchuan encounter? At that time, your surname will die. In it, as long as we do a bit of concealment and clean up everyone inside, who will know how he died? As for His Majesty the King, his parents were nothing more than love. When the surname of Mu dies, he will Will you humiliate you and me as a dead man? Don't forget, we represent the two major powers in Linchuan, as well as a family. How do you compare to us for a child? "
Patriarch Lan pursed her lips, her expression looking loose.
Lou Xuantie struck the iron in the heat, "Why is Patriarch Lan hesitating? Miss Feiyue almost died at the hands of a small beast today. Could it be that you have to wait until that little beast actually does something annoying between humans and gods before you make a decision? "
“How many people come from your family?” Patriarch Lan hesitated.
Hei Mu and Lou Xuantie looked at each other, but did not answer his question.
Hei Mu had just said: "If Patriarch Lan agrees to our proposal and promises to join hands with us, we will only tell you everything. Right now, we can only say that the manpower we prepared, even if there were ten Mu Qingge, would be difficult. Escape!"
Patriarch Lan's eyes twinkled and his heart was shaken.
Lou Xuantie smiled and said, "Patriarch Lan will seriously consider it again."
At this moment, there was a voice outside the door, "Don't think, as long as it's about killing Mu Qingge, my Lan family will never retreat."
The three people in the room followed the prestige and saw Lan Feiyue pushing the door with gauze on her face. In the handcuffs and skirt pockets of her dress, blood-stained gauze loomed.
Seeing him enter, Hei Mu and Lou Xuantie shouted: "Miss Lan."
"Fei Yue, you don't have a good rest, why are you running out?" Patriarch Lan frowned.
Lan Feiyue walked up to her father and said to him: "Dad, Namu Qingge has insulted me so far. If you don't take revenge, how do you let your daughter behave?"
"My father will consider this matter carefully, you don't need to worry," Lan Patriarch said seriously.