Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 7: Who is the bastard?

　　 When Feng Yuelu woke up the next day, I saw the doctor shaking his head helplessly:

　　"The wound of Miss Fifth was infused with fire spirit power. I am afraid that ordinary medicine can only heal the wound, but cannot remove the scar. Unless you can get a Tianjing Jade Rongdan. Otherwise..."

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

　　 "It's not that I didn't try my best. Without the Celestial Jade Rongdan, the gods would be hard to save. Fortunately, the wound is not deep and will not affect the body."

　　 "Then what about my face?" Feng Yuelu felt deep resentment through her eyes.

　　Fengyuelu is not hurt by spiritual power. If there is no Tianjingyu Rongdan, which is hard to find, it will be disfigured for a lifetime. When she attacked Feng Xingying yesterday, she was sure of this, but she didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly.

　　 No, she is not reconciled, she does not believe it.

　　 She is still a Tier 3 Spiritist. In the main house yesterday, she was only attacked by Feng Xingying, so she didn't have time to use her spiritual power.

　　Today, she must find the place back.

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

　　……

　　Xinghuangyuan.

　　 "Feng Xingying, Feng Xingying, get out of here!" Feng Yuelu's voice was full of frustration and frustration.

　　 Feng Xingying's mouth twitched slightly and opened the door.

　　 was greeted her by a black soft leather whip, and slammed the door of the star shadow with his head and face.

　　Feng Xingying, like an agile civet cat, flashed aside, and the whip was thrown on the delicate wooden door, making a harsh clicking sound.

　　 "Little bastard, how dare you hide?!" Feng Yuelu was furious and fierce, waving her whip and about to rush up again.

　　 The former Feng Xingying was the most timid. Feng Yuelu could understand that every time Feng Yuexian gave her a whip, she would be honest.

　　 She has been a good person for so long. At this time, she also wants to learn how to use a whip to whip people. Anyway, Feng Xingying is a waste. It's good to give her a breath while her grandmother is away.

　　Feng Yuelu didn't leave her hands at all, so she wanted to shatter Feng Xingying's face with a whip.

　　Who knows Feng Xingying raised her hand and snatched Feng Yuelu's whip in the air.

　　This whip, Feng Yuelu can't get it out.

　　 Because she was clutching her right wrist and screaming, the whip was nesting in Feng Xingying's hand.

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

　　Feng Xingying holds the whip in her hand and smiles and looks at Feng Yuelu.

　　 "Little bastard, dare you!" Feng Yuelu had to do something when she saw Feng Xingying, and she sternly shouted: "Dare to move me with your trash?"

　　 "Pop!"

　　 Feng Xingying fell with a whip, accompanied by the scream of Feng Yue Lu.

　　 "Which **** do you mean?" Feng Xingying is another whip.

　　 "You, do you dare to hit me? Ah!"

　　 "One more question, who do you mean, bastard?" Feng Xingying just drew her head and face. "Is it fun to smoke? I think it's normal."

　　 Feng Yuelu is in terrible pain and wants to hide.

　　, somehow, Feng Xingying’s whip looked like eyes growing, and every time it fell on the painful spot, it happened that none of it fell on the hand, face, etc. where it was visible.

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

　　 But Feng Yuelu wanted to summon the earth spiritual power she was good at, but felt that the spiritual energy collapsed all over her body and couldn't summon it at all.

　　 One whip, two whips, three whips...

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

　　 Feng Yuelu's mouth was still stiff at the beginning, and then she was drawn to shut up, but Feng Xingying didn't let her plan go.

　　 If this continues, she will be slapped alive!

　　Feng Yuelu was in pain all over, and when Feng Xingying pressed her again, she had to respond hurriedly: "I, it's me."

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

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