Heretic Doctor Zihou

Wei Shirong choked on his saliva and coughed vigorously. However, Zhao Xinrou's legs were soft, and she staggered into Wei Shirong's arms.

As for the old man, he said that his heart has been seriously overloaded, and he can't accept it. Become an alchemist in two days, and refining a four-turn pill the next day. Such a talent is unheard of. Wouldn’t it be...

Wei Guoting couldn't help but shudder and didn't dare to continue thinking about it, because all of this was too unrealistic, too incredible, like a daydream.

The value of the rise of an alchemist is unlimited, but at the same time, the risks are naturally huge.

"You have all remembered for me, no one can tell what happened today! Otherwise, don't blame this general for being ruthless!" Wei Guoting took a deep look at Zihou, then looked away and looked at the people present. The crowd suddenly became darkened and warned.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Wei Guoting understands this truth, so naturally in Zihou. She knew that Wei Guoting was worried about the spread of her alchemy talent, and she was afraid that there would be no peace in the future.

"Grandpa, rest assured, before I have absolute strength, I will be very low-key!" Zihou grabbed Wei Guoting's sleeves, blinked, and comforted.

"Haha, it turns out to be my good granddaughter of Wei Guoting, really sensible!" Wei Guoting touched the head of Zihou with a big hand, and ravaged her already horrible hair even more unbearable.

"These four-revolution purification pills have no effect on grandpa and dad, but if the mother takes them, it will have the effect of beauty and beauty." Zihou said with a smile, and gave one of them to Zhao Xinrou.

After receiving the purification pill from Zihou, Zhao Xinrou's eyebrows and eyes were filled with a soft smile, "Mother, thank you." Zhao Xinrou carefully put it away and cherished it. Not only because of the extraordinary value of this purification pill, but also because it was a gift from her daughter, which made her feel very gratified.

"My brother's body needs purification pills, so I leave one for my brother. As for the last one, let's give Ya'er!" Brother Wei Ziyu's body has residual poison, so purification pills are a good choice.

"Give it to me?" Ya'er obviously didn't react, and pointed to herself in surprise. She couldn't believe that the young lady would give her such a precious thing!

"Yeah. Ya'er is a girl, and the purification pill can make Ya'er more beautiful. Then, find a handsome man to be married!" Zihou smiled and nodded, with a joking expression.

"Thank you, Miss!" Ya'er blushed, and excitedly accepted the medicine Zihou handed her, but her heart was complicated. This was the first time she saw such a precious pill. The four-turn pill, even if it is not rare, is very rare. This kind of thing she never dared to ask for, the young lady gave it to her without even thinking about it, which moved her very much.

"What about us?" The old man frowned his white eyebrows, his tone a little bit sad. Wei Shirong beside him also looks sad and forgotten...

"Waiting for me to refine the pill and give it to grandpa and dad, right?" Zihou rolled his eyes, deeply feeling that it is really hard to serve a proud grandfather and a sullen old man.

"It's almost the same!" With the promise of his granddaughter, the old man was refreshed. He looked at Zihou kindly, waved his sleeves, and said in a very bold tone, "Girl, from now on The whole General Mansion can be bombed wherever you want. Don't think too much, just bomb it!"

Zihou: "..."

Wei Shirong: "..."

Zhao Xinrou: "..."

Jingdeokgung

"This **** Wei Zihou is really annoying to this palace!" Above the phoenix seat, Zhen Xuan squeezed the sides of the phoenix seat with five fingers, her veins violent. The thick makeup still can't hide the red and swollen cheeks.

"My aunt calmed down, she was not worthy of being angry for a Wei Zihou." Zhen Xueyan comforted her voice in the lower seat, her eyes were full of water, and a sinister color passed across her eyes.

"Quiet? How to calm down my palace? My palace has never been so angry in this life! My palace won't break the **** of Wei's Zihou to pieces, my palace will never calm down!" Zhen Xuan patted the case fiercely, her face The teeth were squeaky.

"By the way, how is Xin Xin?" After a long time, she seemed to realize that her reaction was too intense, Zhen Xuan gradually calmed down and asked casually.

"Since Bai Huayan was framed and humiliated by Wei's Zihou that day, my sister has not dared to go out again, for fear that everyone will laugh!" Zhen Xueyan shook her head with a look of sorrow.

"Mother, woooo~" As Zhen Xueyan was talking, a sobbing sound came from outside the door, getting closer and closer, and you could hear the sound of running footsteps.

"What's the matter, Ling'er?" Zhen Xuan hurriedly got up and hugged her when she saw Chu Ling'er flying over her face, asking puzzledly.

"It's older brother, he scolded me!" Chu Linger cried, "Since that day, my brother Baihua Banquet was scolded by the **** of Wei Zihou, it seemed like a different person, I went today Looking for him, he even scolded me and almost did it to me!"

"Damn it, it's the **** of Wei's (Zihou) again!" Zhen Xuan gritted her teeth, furious. She felt strange that Xuan'er used to come back to Jingdeokgung every day to ask for peace, but she hasn't seen him recently. This is the reason!

"Mother, you must help me kill the **** of Wei's Zihou. That day in Fengyalou, she insulted me and killed Brother Xuan like this!" With tears on Chu Linger's face, In his eyes, it was spicy.

"My palace must kill the **** of Wei Zihou!" Zhen Xuan made up her mind, her eyes full of determination. She glanced at Zhen Xueyan, "Yan'er, Auntie knows that you are witty and smart, but how can you deal with Wei's Zihou and let aunty listen to it." Then, she took a few steps forward and held Zhen Xueyan's hand. Smiled kindly.

"Auntie, this way, it's not impossible!" Zhen Xueyan smiled softly, very frightening.

"Oh? You know that Yan'er has many ways, let's listen..." Zhen Xuan raised her eyebrows and said with a smile when she saw Zhen Xueyan's confident appearance.

"Today, Yan'er heard from her father that His Royal Highness Yun from Lingguo Mansion has returned to the mansion, and the emperor is going to hold a palace banquet to pick up the dust for His Royal Highness Yun..."

Mu Xuan Yuan

Zihou sits under the stone bench under the locust tree, with one hand on his chin, his eyes open, as if he was wandering for nine days away...

Pieces of Sophora japonica flowers fell, and the scenery of that night appeared inexplicably.

The purple eyes are as bright as crystals and as deep as the dark night. The black figure, tall and stalwart, under the moonlight, he is like a demon, extremely powerful and extremely mysterious...

The figure of that man is unparalleled, standing upright, just standing there, he is the king of the world, full of colors in the world.

"Miss?" Ya'er approached Zihou curiously, and waved in front of her in a daze.

"Huh?" Zihou was startled, the blurred eyes were clear, and he hurriedly recovered his consciousness that had roamed to the edge of the universe.

She glared at Ya'er in front of her, then glanced at the bracelet in her hand, thinking of what she had done just now, suddenly she was struck by lightning.

What's wrong with her? In broad daylight, I thought of a man who wanted to go to the other side of the Pacific Ocean! Could it be that she is actually a standard nympho, but has not been exploited?

Zihou has lingering fears, and she finds it difficult to accept this discovery.

No, definitely not! That man is just more in line with her requirements for men. Peerless Wushuang, standing upright, he meets these two points, but he doesn't know if he is clean and self-conscious?

Ah ah ah!

Zihou is crazy, what is she thinking about? Whether he cleans himself up or not, does he have half a dime relationship with her? What kind of madness did she want to think about such a brain-dead problem?

That **** stinky man also told her his name, what kind of **** Mo Yunhuang, a terrible name to die!

Seeing her young lady's convulsive behavior, Ya'er was dumbfounded. Isn't she crazy?

"Oh, why do you tell me?" Zihou finally realized that his behavior was not far from the neurosis, and then recovered, cleared his throat, and returned to a serious look.

"There was news from the palace just now that it was His Royal Highness King Yun from Ling Guo Mansion who was returning to the mansion, and the palace specially held a reception banquet for him, so that the Minister of Korea must bring his family to attend."