This Lord is Too Cruel: 175 Why do you call the emperor the Holy Lord?

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Master is too cruel, 175 why do you call the emperor as the Holy Lord? (Two more)

Feng Aotian looked sideways and watched him walking fiercely. He seemed very angry. Shu Chi Wuyan

However, she was so proud of the bargain, "I came out so soon? Do you still want my father to have a kiss?"

Wei Zimo looked at her and wanted to hit her, but he stretched out his palm, but then abruptly retracted it. He sat on one side with his back facing her, "You are the right You can't help it, can you?"

Feng Aotian listened to the helplessness of his words, then raised his hand and tugged his sleeves, he fell into her arms, she lied to her body and pressed him into her arms. In the middle, stroking the blue silk on his chest, "I want to fight, my father will accompany you, how about you?"

Wei Zimo looked at her, "You..."

Feng Aotian stared at him for a long while, and then said, "The bridal chamber is blooming night, don't you want to do something?"

Wei Zimo turned his head away from her, "What can two men do?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You really don't know?"

Wei Zimo bit her lip, "I can't do it."

Feng Aotian chuckled again, "Don't worry, you will not be bored by the presence of a master."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wei Zimo suddenly raised his hand and pushed her away before getting up.

Feng Aotian held his hand and leaned close to his face, "Are you shy?"

Wei Zimo turned his eyes and was about to refute, but saw her exposed sleeves and still eye-catching tooth marks on her arms, and then said, "Aren't you afraid of me biting you?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at the tooth marks on his arm, "Aren't you afraid that the Lord will throw you into the cesspool?"

When Wei Zimo remembered what happened this morning, he became furious, got up and waved at her, "Don't you want me to fight?"

When Feng Aotian saw him wave his palm, he smiled, and then moved gently from the soft couch, and then stood in the hall, Wei Zimo moved lightly, his moves were quick and sharp, and his moves were compelling. But Feng Aotian still smiled, fighting with him, letting him vent.

In a short while, the two figures fell in the courtyard, then hung in the air, and in an instant, fell on the eaves, and then entangled.

Xing Wuyun and Lan Jingshu were about to go back to the bedroom. When they looked up, they saw them in mid-air. Xing Wuyun put his hands around his chest and leaned on one side. It was really interesting to see, "Haha, really Good show."

Lan Jingshu seemed to be infected by Xing Wuyun's free and easy temper, but he smiled and said, "The temper of the three princes is really not small."

Gu Yefeng looked up and looked sideways, looking at Xing Wuyun, "The palace there is not your cloudless palace."

"It was the emperor's surprise for him." Xing Wuyun knew the movement of the next bedroom palace early in the morning, and naturally waited quietly for the good show.

Gu Yefeng nodded and said, "The emperor is really attentive."

In that tone, there was obviously more dissatisfaction and jealousy.

Yi Mu looked down and looked at him, "Are you jealous?"

"Who said that, how can I be jealous." Gu Yefeng snorted and replied stiffly.

Lan Jingshu is envious of the three princes. He has a proud face, a distinguished status, good skills, and a capital that makes the emperor admire him. What else does he have besides showing off his talents? What?

Xing Wuyun looked at him comfortably. After a while, he saw two figures flying towards them. Xing Wuyun cried out and turned around quickly, intending to escape, but saw a bright yellow which happened to fall on him. In front of him, a bright red fell behind him.

Xing Wuyun smiled wryly, looking at Feng Aotian, "Haha, the emperor, how did you exercise after dinner?"

Feng Aotian also learned from him to lay his hands around his chest lazily and comfortably, raising his eyebrows, "Well, but I am a little tired, I will leave the next sparring to you."

Xing Wuyun hurriedly cried and said, "The emperor, the minister is still hurt, it's not easy to get tired."

"Occasional activities will help strengthen your body." Feng Aotian said lightly.

Wei Zimo is in anger now, and after fighting with Feng Aotian for a long time, he didn't take advantage. Now, seeing Xing Wuyun, there is a tendency to add fuel to the fire, so he lifted his palm and waved to Xing Wuyun.

Xing Wuyun heard the cold wind coming from behind and hurriedly stepped away and looked at Wei Zimo, "Is it really here?"

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "What do you mean?"

While speaking, he flew towards him again, Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian's appearance in a good show, then sighed, bit his scalp, greeted him, and then attacked Wei Zimo. .

Feng Aotian watched a goose-yellow figure and a bright red figure flying out, she turned her eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Let’s go, have a few drinks with him."

Lan Jingshu responded warmly, "Yes."

"The minister is a little bit tired, so leave first." Gu Yefeng replied coldly, then turned the wheelchair and left by himself.

Feng Aotian stood in front of him, holding the wheelchair with one hand, and hooking his chin with the other, looking at him condescendingly, "I have a good temper."

Gu Yefeng also followed Wei Zimo with a cold snort, "The minister dare not."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and carried Gu Yefeng on his shoulders, raised his eyes, and looked at Yi Mu and Lan Jingshu, "Go to the Emperor's Bedroom and wait for the Lord."

"Yes." Seeing Feng Aotian's cold eyes, Lan Jingshu answered.

Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's figure leaving with Gu Yefeng in a flash. He turned his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "I am unwell, so I won't go."

"Okay." Lan Jingshu knows that Yi Mu's body is getting weaker and weaker in the past few days, but he just braced himself.

He then took a step, pushed Gu Yefeng's wheelchair, and returned to the Imperial Palace.

And Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo were still fighting in the dark, without any intention of stopping.

Gu Yefeng was so carried by Feng Aotian, he was really not used to it, and he whispered, "The emperor, let the minister down."

Feng Aotian raised his hand, patted his ass, and said solemnly, "Be quiet, please."

"What is the emperor doing?" Gu Yefeng leaned on her firm back, obviously a little uncomfortable.

Feng Aotian continued, "I will know when I go."

After a while, Feng Aotian stepped into the courtyard. Duke Jiu raised his eyes and saw Gu Yefeng on Feng Aotian’s back. He knew why she had come, and then stepped forward, "Master, old slave The source of this poison has been found."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then put Gu Yefeng on the soft couch and looked at Father Jiu, "You show him again."

"Yes." Duke Jiu answered with his head down, then took out the silver needle, sat on one side, and stuck the silver needle on the acupoints on Gu Yefeng's legs.

After a while, Gu Yefeng felt a hot tingling sensation in his legs. He raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and frowned.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, took out the silk handkerchief, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng nodded, "It's more painful than last time."

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked at Father Jiu who just looked down and didn't mean to pull out the needle. She looked at Gu Yefeng's forehead with a cold sweat, her face paled, and then she felt a sweet throat and a mouthful of black blood. Came out.

Feng Aotian hurriedly sat beside him, let her lean on her shoulder, her eyes sideways, wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, lift her eyes and look at Duke Jiu, "What happened?"

"The poisoning is too deep. If it is delayed for another three years or two years, it will invade the heart, and the poison will die." The wine father pulled out the silver needle, only to see that the silver needle had turned black.

"Is there an antidote?" Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the weak and feeble Gu Yefeng, thinking about who was so vicious and poisoned him so heavily.

Duke Jiu sighed, "Nowadays, we can only find ways to restrain. If we want to eradicate them completely, we must find the antidote."

"What kind of poison is he?" Feng Aotian asked in a deep voice.

"He should know." Duke Jiu said, pointing to the shooting star outside the door.

Feng Aotian turned her eyes and saw the meteor hiding by the door peeking, her eyes sinking slightly, "Come in."

"Yes." Meteor came in quickly and looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, look at Meteor."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and saw Meteor take the silver needle in Duke Jiu’s hand, and then took the handkerchief in her hand that was stained with blood on the corner of Gu Yefeng’s mouth, sniffed it lightly, looked for a long while, his eyes The light flashed with surprise, and then looked at her, "Holy Lord, this poison originated thousands of years ago, and it has now disappeared."

"A thousand years ago?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Feng Yinqi's thousand-year drunkenness has not been found yet, why did Gu Yefeng become poisoned thousand years ago for no reason?"

"Actually, this is a kind of Gu poison, a poison that has been used for thousands of years." Meteor thought that no one has used this method in the world today. Who is it?

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "Do you know the solution?"

"Meteor doesn't know, but Meteor thinks, Mu Hanjin should know. If he doesn't, Xiaobai Snake will know too." Meteor replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian's eyes flashed coldly, "Well, Lord, go and ask him personally."

Gu Yefeng didn't expect the poison in his own place to be so peculiar. Thousands of years ago, he was a little puzzled. What did he provoke?

Feng Aotian hugged him, looked at Duke Jiu, "First prepare an elixir to suppress him."

"The old slave is ready." Mr. Jiu then took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to Feng Aotian, "Take three times a day, three capsules each time, and only use morning dew."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, and then left the courtyard with Gu Yefeng in his arms.

Meteor looked at Father Jiu, then slid down his legs, into his arms, hooked his neck, and looked at him, "How can you know everything?"

Duke Jiu looked at him, "Some Sajia doesn't know."

Meteor nodded and looked at him, "Did you drink anything that is not drunk?"

Duke Jiu looked at the little devil's head in front of him, and he was close to him. It turned out to be to beg him for a drink, so he let him hold it, walked out of the courtyard, and took out a jar of wine from a corner. "For you."

Meteor quickly took the wine jar with one hand, then made a light leap, and then fell to the ground. Looking at the wine father, he raised a brilliant smile, "Thank you."

He turned around and left.

Duke Jiu looked at the figure leaving Meteor, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, then turned around and returned to the house.

Feng Aotian hugged Gu Yefeng and remained silent along the way. She felt that it was not easy.

When he returned to the Imperial Palace, Mr. Cat had already prepared the food and drink. Seeing Feng Aotian's gloomy face, he quickly stepped forward, "Master, things are not going well?"

Feng Aotian put Gu Yefeng on the wheelchair carefully, "Jing Shu, send him back, I will make it up later."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu lowered his head and answered, pushing Gu Yefeng away.

Meteor walked in with a jar of wine happily, and saw that everyone was gone. Then he stepped forward and looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, are you going to the Wind Clan?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and looked at Father Cat, "Go and go, then go back."

"Yeah." The cat nodded. He knew that it would make the master unhappy. It seemed that the poison that Gu Yefeng had suffered was no small thing.

The meteor baby squeezed it into the arms of Father Cat. Seeing that Feng Aotian had already flew away, he did not forget to say, "Don't drink it secretly."

After speaking, he flew away and followed Feng Aotian closely.

The cat's father lowered his eyes, looked at the wine in his arms, chuckled, then turned around and entered the imperial palace.

Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng forward. Seeing Gu Yefeng closed his eyes, he was obviously very tired. He asked in a low voice, "What can I find out?"

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng didn't expect that he was crippled by being poisoned. He really wondered, who would do it?

Lan Jingshu saw that he was not half happy, and then asked, "Can't it be solved?"

"Probably so." Gu Yefeng replied unhappily.

Lan Jingshu knows Gu Yefeng's temperament, he has always been straightforward, but when encountering such things, especially related to his legs, he will become abnormally silent, and it is difficult to handle this matter.

He didn't say a word, he pushed Gu Yefeng to the Meixiang Palace. There was a fight in his ear. He raised his eyes and looked not far away. Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo were fighting fiercely. He couldn't help shaking his head. Dao, in this palace, the two of them are the most carefree.

Feng Aotian fell into the Feng Clan since he walked into the house, and saw that Mu Hanjin had just eaten dinner, and his complexion improved a lot. When Feng Aotian entered, his eyebrows and eyes had a little brilliance.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, sat beside him, looked at him, "Is your body better?"

"It's better than the previous few days." Mu Hanjin responded softly, but he could feel Feng Aotian's mood is not good.

Feng Aotian didn't mean anything, and then looked at the meteor, "Say it."

"Oh." Meteor hurriedly stepped forward, stood by the bed, looked at Mu Hanjin, "Do you know anything about a thousand years ago?"

"There are all in the Feng Clan Library." Mu Hanjin continued.

"You know that a thousand years ago, the Demon King from Heaven, what he is best at is Gu technique?" Meteor looked at Mu Hanjin and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, "However, he died later, and the Gu technique disappeared with him. There is no detailed explanation of this Gu technique as recorded in the Records of the Wind Clan."

"It seems that you can't get an answer here either. Everything can only wait for the little white snake." Meteor sighed and looked at Feng Aotian disappointedly.

Mu Hanjin listened to the meteor's sigh, turned her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "My lord, what happened?"

"Gu Yefeng’s leg disabilities are not congenital illnesses, but poisoning. The poison is the devil’s Gu technique thousands of years ago." Feng Aotian naturally caught the point in Meteor’s words. Naturally, she knew things. She knew the world well when she first came to this world.

"What?" Mu Hanjin couldn't help being a little surprised, "This demon king has been dead for thousands of years. This Gu technique has long been lost, and it will appear now. Why do you want to kill Gu Yefeng? This is really weird." /

Feng Aotian nodded, "Could it be that the Lord discovered in time, I am afraid that Gu Yefeng will not last three years at most."

"The Demon King and Wang Zun back then were in love with the Holy Master of the Holy Clan, but unfortunately, the Holy Master wanted to become immortal, and eventually lost the Wang Zun and the Demon King. The Demon King finally died in the hands of the Holy Master. And that Gu technique also disappeared. There are very few records of Gu technique, only know that this Gu technique is related to the holy master of the holy race." Mu Hanjin just said roughly.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "It has something to do with the Holy Lord?"

Meteor blinked his eyes, thinking of the saint master of the holy race thousands of years ago? However, thousands of years ago, the Saint Clan almost suffered the disaster of annihilation. It was because the Saint Lord at that time worked hard to save the Saint Clan at the cost of his own destruction. If you look for it now, I am afraid that there is no exquisiteness.

Feng Aotian came back from the sacred pool, and has never been there again. Now, since there is a hint of this matter, she is going back to the sage.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, then at the meteor, and then asked, "Why do you call the emperor as the Holy Lord?"

Meteor blinked his eyes and looked at him, "I like it, it's so different."

Mu Hanjin listened to Meteor’s words, but felt that these words were filled with doubts. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the holy clan is in Feihe Country, and Feihe Country has now become Fengqi The land of the country, when you went to Feihe country last time, you can see the holy lord of the holy race?"

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, looked at Mu Hanjin, and took him into his arms, "Master will take care of this. You just need to raise your body with peace of mind."

Mu Hanjin knew that he didn't have any strength to share her worries, but he wanted to do his best. Seeing that she seemed to have an idea and plan, he responded in a low voice," The minister understands."

Feng Aotian stroked his cheek lightly, "Your body is more important than anything. After you get better, I am afraid that there will be many things, and I will let you do it."

Mu Hanjin smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Feng Aotian asked him to lean in his arms, thinking of his talents, did he guess something?

Mu Hanjin has never doubted Feng Aotian’s identity as a man. This idea has been deeply ingrained. After all, she has been a man since he knew her existence. I thought that since she had been to Feihe Country, she was naturally a person who had seen the saints.

Meteor saw that Mu Hanjin hadn't noticed it, he turned around and he was deeply relieved, then turned his head and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Hey, I'll go out and see the little white snake first."

Feng Aotian nodded, "Go, but don't move."

"Yes." Meteor nodded and left quickly, for fear that it would be late and Mu Hanjin would discover something.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and took off Mu Hanjin's clothes. He watched as the abscesses on his body had disappeared and became scarred, thinking that these scars would heal before the second death.

She stroked the wound on his body and whispered, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Mu Hanjin shook her head, raised her hand, and held her hand in his palm. He is now strong enough to hold her hand.

Feng Aotian lowered his head, kissed his neck lightly, sniffed the faint fragrance of his body, and stroked the wound on his body with both hands.

Mu Hanjin closed her eyes slightly, feeling the tenderness she brought to herself, her eyes filled with smiles.

Feng Aotian re-medicated him and whispered in his ear, "Hold on again."

Mu Hanjin nodded. At this time, he had reached the last moment of his first death, how could he give up? However, this second death made him even more sad.

Feng Aotian looked at the sadness in his eyes, and then said, "Master will come to accompany you every day these days."

Mu Hanjin responded softly, "With the emperor, the minister can support it."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "After you are cured, you will stay by your side and you are not allowed to leave."

"Okay." Mu Hanjin nodded and responded, even if he couldn't hug her like this, he would not leave.

Meteor stood in front of the golden scroll, looking at the little white snake inside the golden scroll, with his hands lying on the table, his dark eyes glowing, staring at the little white snake inside, "Little white snake, these few days, you How do you feel?"

The little white snake was still lying quietly inside the golden scroll, without any response.

Meteor went on to say, "I really miss you these days when you are away. Without you by my side, life is really difficult."

Seeing that Little White Snake still didn't respond, he began to talk to himself, telling everything that had happened in the past few days.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the third prince is here today, won't you go with him?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "He is fighting with Xing Wuyun now, so he has no time to talk to him."

"Where is Brother Leng?" Mu Hanjin couldn't help asking.

"He will be back to Qicheng tomorrow. Tonight, the master told him to go back to the Leng Mansion to accompany Mrs. Leng." Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, and then said, "After you recover, you too I should go back to the house and have a look."

"Well, I'm going to have a look." Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "How is my big brother now?"

"Last time I was almost calculated by Ling Shuangxue, I almost couldn't save it." Feng Aotian continued, thinking of Ling Shuangxue, her eyes sank, "This woman hides so deeply, now she is silent."

Mu Hanjin knows that nowadays, she is facing a lot of problems, but she still takes time to accompany him every day. This kind of her makes him feel distressed and love her more and more.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "What are you thinking about?"

"The minister is thinking, the emperor must be very busy these days." Mu Hanjin whispered, "but the minister did nothing."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "If you have something to do in the future, don't worry for a while."

Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "The emperor, there are more and more people around you now, but the situation in other countries is not optimistic."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What did you see?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin continued, "The minister just got the news that the two kingdoms of Caiyun are now allied with Bei Liguo and are secretly planning to attack Fengqi country."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "The Lord has also received news about this matter. He wants to see how capable the Queen of Bei Liguo really is."

Mu Hanjin couldn't help but worry. For Bei Liguo's trusting empress, Xia Luoyan, he sent someone to investigate, but he couldn't find any favorable news. The person's whereabouts were too mysterious and his mind was even more elusive.

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