Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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When Feng Yuelu woke up the next day, she saw the doctor shook her head helplessly:

"Ms. Wu's injury was infused with firepower. Generally, the drug can only heal the wound, but it cannot remove the scar. Unless you can get a capsule of Tianjing Yurongdan. Otherwise ..."

"How else?" Feng Yuelu was anxious: "I don't care, you are a healer, you must cure me."

"It's not that I don't do my best. Without Tianjing Yurongdan, the gods can't be saved. Fortunately, the wound is not deep and will not affect the body."

"Then what about my face?" Feng Yuelu's eyes passed through deep resentment.

Feng Yuelu didn't know the damage caused by spiritual power. If there was no heavenly jade Rongdan that was difficult to find, she would have to disguise her life. When she started with Feng Xingying yesterday, she was exactly that, but she didn't expect the retribution to come so fast.

No, she is not reconciled, she doesn't believe it.

She is also a third-order spirit. In the main house yesterday, she was only attacked by Feng Xingying and had no time to use her spiritual power.

Today, she must find a place.

Now that she has torn her face, either you die or I live, she doesn't have to pretend to be a good sister.

...

Xinghuangyuan.

"Feng Xingying, Feng Xingying, get out of me!" Feng Yuelu's voice was full of anxiety.

Feng Xingying pulled his mouth slightly and opened the door.

She was greeted by a black soft leather whip, which slammed her face and closed the Xingying Gate.

Feng Xingying flashed to the side like an agile raccoon cat, and the whip fluttered on the delicate wooden door, making a harsh click.

"Little hybrid, how dare to hide?" Feng Yuelu was furious and fierce, showing his whip and rushing up again.

Feng Xingying was the most timid in the past, and Feng Yuelu could see clearly that every time Feng Yuexian gave her a whip, she would be honest.

She had been a good person for so long, and now she wanted to learn how to use her whip to pump people. Anyway, Feng Xingying was a waste, and while her grandmother was away, it was good to pump her out.

Feng Yuelu didn't keep his hand in the slightest, anxious to smash Feng Xingying's face with a whip.

Who knew Feng Xingying raised his hand and seized Feng Yuelu's whip in the air.

This whip, Feng Yuelu was unable to pull out.

Because she was screaming with her right wrist at the moment, the leather whip was nestling in Feng Xingying's hand.

Feng Yuelu didn't figure out what was happening, and her wrist was already drawn.

Feng Xingying held the whip in his hand and looked at Feng Yuelu with a smile.

"Little hybrid, how dare you!" Feng Yuelu had to start watching Feng Xingying and screamed, "Don't you dare touch me just because of your waste?"

"Snapped!"

Feng Xingying fell down with a scream of Feng Yuelu.

"Who are you talking about?" Feng Xingying was another whip.

"You, dare you hit me? Ah!"

"Ask me again, who are you talking about?" Feng Xingying just pumped his head and covered his face. "Is it fun to pump people? I think it's average."

Feng Yuelu was in pain and wanted to hide.

Somehow, Feng Xingying's whip seemed to have eyes, and every time it fell on the sore spot, but none of it fell on the hand, face and other visible places.

She is a third-order spirit, unlike ordinary people. Even the newcomers, because they can use the power of communicating elements for their own purposes, have much stronger abilities than ordinary people.

However, Feng Yuelu wanted to summon the earth power she was good at, but felt that her spirit had broken up and she couldn't summon it at all.

One whip, two whip, three whip ...

"Say, who is the little bastard?" Feng Xingying asked a few whip and asked patiently.

At first Feng Yuelu replied stiffly, and then she was pumped to shut up obediently, but Feng Xingying didn't let her go.

If this goes on, she will be drowned alive!

Feng Yuelu was in pain and unbearable. Then Feng Xingying was forced to respond, "I am me."

"How are you? I can't hear you."