The reborn medical concubine is not easy to mess with

Xiang Ruye fell asleep with her arms around Zheng Minghui all the time, but he always abided by his duty. Before he crossed the thunder pool, a round of bright moon hanging in mid-air outside the wing shone into the room, shining into the room that was originally shrouded in darkness. The wing was brightly lit.

When Xiang Ruye's eyes fell on Zheng Minghui's exposed arm, which was as white as jade, her heart suddenly became clogged, and she couldn't help but cursed: Master, how could the palace sand that had been dotted on junior sister's arm since she was a child disappear?

He was confused and puzzled, and suddenly he raised his eyes with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He looked towards the door, and it became clear to him that his Ying'er was different from ordinary girls since she was a child. She was fond of men. She was even more unreasonable to him, and even held him down and took off his belt...

Siji thought that the woman he had always cared about was already having skin-to-skin contact with someone else. Her fragrance felt like a fly in her heart.

The next morning, the sun rose in the east, and the sun was scorching in the sky. The warm sunshine shone on the top of the Blue Mountain Villa, overflowing and shining, as if it was covered with a thick layer of "transparent gauze."

Under the curtain in the wing room, Zheng Minghui slowly woke up and rubbed her eyes. She didn't know if she had slept uncomfortably. As soon as she woke up, she felt soreness in her waist and back, and she felt weak all over. The first step after waking up was to look around. Discovering that she was in an unfamiliar wing, when Zheng Minghui's eyes fell on Xiang Ruye, who held her head and looked at her with a half-smile, her mind buzzed, her body trembled slightly, and her voice He couldn't help but tremble: "Master, senior brother...you..."

When I realized that I was being honest with him, I was shocked: What did my senior brother and I do last night?

"Ying'er, wake up. Last night Ying'er was really..." Xiang Ruye started to make up lies and talk nonsense.

But when these words fell into Zheng Minghui's ears, they hit her heart like a thunderbolt.

He immediately shouted loudly: "Stop talking..."

When Xiang Ruye saw Zheng Minghui's stern expression, she cursed in her heart: Ying'er was so resistant to him. Her face changed the moment she learned she had a relationship with him last night.

Fortunately, he abided by his duty last night and did not make a big mistake towards Ying'er. Ying'er now was so "tempting" that he suppressed his "desire" for her after several twists and turns.

While Xiang Ruye was thinking wildly, Zheng Minghui's face remained gloomy, and there was a hint of pain in her eyes.

While she was deep in thought, Xiang Ruye put her arms around Zheng Minghui's waist and a faint voice came to her ears: "If Ying'er lets others see you and me like this in the room all night, what do you think they will think?" Will he still like you?"

"Although it was just a joke when I was young, it can still count..." I don't mind what happened between you and him.

Hearing these remarks, Zheng Minghui felt as if she had been slapped in the face. A burning feeling swept over her. Her head was buzzing. She raised her eyes to look at Xiang Ruye's handsome face. She felt uncomfortable in her heart. "Pfft" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned pale.

Seeing this, Xiang Ruye looked at Zheng Minghui worriedly, and her voice came into her ears softly: "Ying'er, are you okay?"

But Zheng Minghui had already fallen into a coma, unconscious and with blood stains on the corners of her mouth.

And Xiang Ruye sucked the clothes in front of her eyes in advance. Within a moment, the clothes were completely put on her body, and then she called out: "You all come in!"

As expected of the leader of the Blood Yin Sect, he is not only smart but also has strong martial arts. Although Zheng Minghui defeated Ye Feihua, now that Xiang Ruye's spell has been unlocked, his martial arts is clearly superior to hers. After all, she now has the power of the God of War in her body. , has not yet fully recovered, and the soul is also incomplete...

Hearing the leader's voice, the four guardians pushed open the door of the wing and entered one after another. When their eyes fell on the leader holding the saint's body, they couldn't help but think wildly: What did the leader and the saint do in the room? ?

"Cult Leader, what are your orders?" Duoming was the first to react and saluted respectfully. But he secretly complained: The leader was finally controlled by the saint.

"Go to Mr. Jiang and ask him to come back and diagnose Ying'er!" Xiang Ruye didn't pay attention to the strangeness of the four guardians and went straight to the point.

Hearing these remarks, Suo Ming didn't react for a moment, but it was only fleeting. He bowed his hands and said, "Yes, leader!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he left the wing and went to look for Mr. Jiang.

There was a dark figure at the door whose eyes fell like a torch on Xiang Ruye's hand holding Zheng Minghui in the wing, with a touch of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

Half an hour later, he led Mr. Jiang into the side room. Mr. Jiang was an old naughty boy in his seventies. He was carrying a medicine box, curled his lips, and said with a displeased face: "What's wrong with you?"

"But you can't suppress the spell in your body?"

His gaze fell on Xiang Ruye like a torch, and he spoke word by word.

"Mr. Jiang, come and take a look at her. She just vomited blood and then fell into a coma. I wonder what happened?"

The sweet-smelling voice reached Mr. Jiang's ears.

When the dark figure at the door heard these remarks, his body stiffened and he couldn't help but feel worried.

"All right!"

Mr. Jiang came forward "reluctantly" and took Zheng Minghui's pulse. As soon as he found the pulse, Mr. Jiang's face wrinkled. After half a cup of tea, he withdrew his hand and said in a lazy voice: "This girl The pulse condition is different from that of ordinary people..."

"She must have lost some vitality. She was so angry that she was vomiting blood and comatose. This is not a big deal. I will prescribe some warm and tonic medicine for her to take. She will only need to rest for a few days to recover."

Mr. Jiang's relaxed voice reached his ears in a faint voice.

Hearing these remarks, Xiang Ruye's eyes fell on the unconscious Zheng Minghui like a torch, and she cursed in her heart: She was so angry that it hit her heart! Is she acting like this because he just told her that she had "skin contact" with him last night?

He felt a little regretful for a moment. If he had known this earlier, he would not have done this.

"Then you go make some medicine!"

After saying this, Mr. Jiang took the medicine box and left the place.

A frightening voice came to my ears: "Leader, is there a spell in your body?"

Hearing these remarks, Xiang Ruye responded: "I'm fine."

His eyes fell like a torch on the unconscious woman in his arms, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"never mind?"

"So good!"

A smile like the sunset came into view on Jing Xun's face, which was as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

"Leader, the saint's vitality was damaged because she helped you detoxify?" Ye Yu raised his eyes to look at Xiang Ruye and said word by word.

But when these words fell into Xiang Ruye's ears, his face suddenly turned red. He did not answer Ye Yu's words, but instead said: "You all go out first! Wait for the medicine to be cooked, and then bring it up." Bar!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

The first thing to react was Xun Xun, who left the wing first, followed by others.

After leaving the wing, his frightened eyes fell on the figure standing tall at the door, and a worried voice reached his ears: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Xuanyuan Hanyue came back to her senses due to the frightened voice and said.

"As long as it's okay!"

After saying this, she didn't ask him any questions, but sighed in her heart: Leader, others don't know what the saint is thinking, but the four guardians who protect the leader do.

The leader, in his heart, "never forget" the saint, thinking about her day and night.