Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

"You are hurt."

It was a young boy's voice, from far to near, resounding in Wanyan Lingxu's ears, although it looked fresh, but it was no longer immature, and there was a sense of extreme calmness.

Wanyan Lingxu was a little stunned.

The severe injury made her lie flat on the ground, and she couldn't see the appearance of the person beside her, but for some reason, she couldn't feel the pain now.

"I use Taoism mana to drive the magic weapon, which temporarily shields you from pain."

The boy's desolation and indifference sounded again, explaining to Wanyan Lingxu the reason why she couldn't feel pain
"Thank you." Wanyan Lingxu said with her pale lips moving.

boy didn't say much
It seemed that Wanyan Lingxu's identity was confirmed because of Wanyan Lingxu's attire, and the boy immediately hugged him.

"Your injury is too serious, you need to be treated immediately, otherwise you will be disabled if you don't die."

There was no hint of anxiety in the young man's cold voice, but Wanyan Lingxu didn't feel that the other party didn't care about him, but that it was a manifestation of the other party's extreme calmness and detachment from the world.

Feeling no pain at all, she seemed to be very curious about the young man in front of her, but Naihe couldn't see clearly at all, only the difference between a deep red and a light red.

".I have never practiced the healing art of immortality. For the current plan, I can only find the doctor of the mortal world first."

Wanyan Lingxu could hear the meaning of the other party's words, he was a cultivator, so maybe he was not familiar with this place.

"North to the north." Wanyan Lingxu struggled and said.

Only the feeling of hardship and difficulty when trying to speak made Wanyan Lingxu feel hurt and dying.

The boy didn't respond, but he didn't know what method he used to hold the 17-year-old Wanyan Lingxu firmly in his arms and headed north.

On the way to the north, Wanyan Lingxu didn't feel the slightest vibration when riding a horse or riding a carriage, which is undoubtedly the best for her injuries.

Thinking about it this way, this young man is also a careful person.

After a while, Wanyan Lingxu heard the familiar northern Xinjiang language, and clearly felt that she had been transferred into the arms of a group of other maidservants.
But these people were obviously not as stable as the boy in their hugs, and they were jolting to death!

If Wanyan Lingxu hadn't been shielded from pain at this moment, he might be hurt to death by them!
She cursed in her heart, but Wanyan Lingxu didn't really want to blame them.

She was gently placed on a fur bed in a huge tent, and a large group of doctors from northern Xinjiang rushed over and rushed.

But Wanyan Lingxu didn't feel the slightest bit.
She has no pain now, and she doesn't know what to do with the doctor's affairs.

When lying flat and bored, her thinking becomes extremely quick
She was thinking about the boy.

It should not be from northern Xinjiang. Although he speaks the language of northern Xinjiang, the details in the words are not the same, and the style of behavior is not the same.

Monks from other places.

The weapon used was the saber gesture before the sword, which was more than a hundred times more powerful than the most powerful sword master in Baikal King City.

Speaking of which, he should be considered the first person of the opposite sex who has had close or even physical contact with Wanyan Lingxu.

Although in Northern Xinjiang, there are far less rules and regulations than in the Central Plains and Jiangnan, Wanyan Lingxu is also the princess of Northern Xinjiang and the daughter of the King of Northern Xinjiang, and not everyone can get in touch with her.

Wanyan Lingxu didn't know why, but she was always thinking about him.

I want to know what kind of person he is, what kind of appearance he is.
When the sun finally set and the sky was dark, countless torches were lit in the big tent.

The doctors worked hard and even invited all the monks who were practicing in northern Xinjiang to come here, and finally saved the life of the seventh princess Wanyan Lingxu
It's just a pity that the seventh princess' left eye has been completely destroyed, and there is no way to recover.

The right eye was oppressed by congestion, and it took a period of treatment to recover.
As for the tearing wounds on his body, they were already not fatal.

But leaving scars is inevitable.

After Wanyan Lingxu heard the news, it was absolutely impossible for her not to feel any sadness and loss.

But don't know why.
In a kind of loss, she also has an extra feeling of joy and excitement.

Men in northern Xinjiang are not like those men in the south, who like to hide their desires with etiquette. They value beauty and dare to express their desires directly.

At this moment, although Wanyan Lingxu is the most beloved seventh princess of the King of Northern Xinjiang, she is already blind in one eye and crippled with scars all over her body. The innate beauty no longer exists.

She may no longer be Father Khan's favorite princess in the future.

However, does this also mean that she has the opportunity to marry a foreigner, an ordinary monk?

Inside the huge tent.

"Is it really irreparable?"

A masculine and powerful male voice, even if he consciously lowered his own voice, but the kind of person who is used to sitting in the upper class, will not learn to conspire in a low voice, especially for the Northern Xinjiang King Wanyan Fen.

"Go back to the king."

Behind the curtain, the elderly doctor saluted the king of Northern Xinjiang, "Your Highness Seventh Princess, if you can save one life, it is already the best result. As for the others, there is nothing I can do."

The tall and straight monarch had an uncertain expression on his face.

If it were someone else, he would have already dragged him out and chopped down the sacrificial flag.

But the old man in front of him was extremely respectable, and what's more, he was telling the truth.

Wanyan Fen didn't say anything in the end, he waved his hand to signal the old doctor to step back.

Standing alone behind the curtain, looking at the beloved jewel in front of me on the fur bed
He didn't say a word, and he didn't lift the curtain to go in to see the other party. He just stood for a while and then turned and left silently.

That feeling is like a pot of beautiful plums that I have poured my heart and soul into, but the flowers eventually withered and withered.

Wanyan Lingxu lay quietly on the bed.

She sensed the passage of time, and she also knew that her father Khan's expectations of her had failed. After all, the conversation between her father Khan and the doctor was too loud, and it was hard for her not to listen.

Afterwards, the trip to Linyuan Hunting Ground ended.

The northern Xinjiang royal family still returned to Baikal King City.

The impact of the attack on the princess was bad.

In a fit of anger, Wanyan Fen, king of Northern Xinjiang, killed all the guards who were in charge of protecting the princess, the servants who drove the prey for the princess, and the groom who raised the horses.

Wanyan Fen actually knew in his heart that many of them were implicated innocently.But he doesn't care either.
The fifth-order wood-cored demon bear was either placed by other tribes within the Kingdom of Jin, or it was handwritten by the Ming Dynasty in the south.

And the purpose is to destroy Wanyan Fen's only unmarried princess—Wanyan Lingxu.

They have indeed done it, the current Wanyan Lingxu is definitely not worthy of the leader of a big clan, King Khan.

But
Wanyan Fen knew that they underestimated their determination.