Rebirth of the Medical Phoenix: The cruel and bloody plot collapsed

Death within, peace outside.

This is the reason.

As for how to do it, Qi Xiyan was not capable enough and could not figure it out.

Let me start.

Life and property are the most important.

They are both in the clan.

It's easy to be exploited.

More restraint for oneself.

If so.

It would be better if it didn't happen.

Send them back early.

Don’t waste time here, or you’ll ruin everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yinhuo quickly asked: "Do you know anything?"

"The Demon Emperor is not the Demon Emperor, the God has been put under a spell!"

"what happened?"

"I still need to ask you for details, don't I?"

"I?"

"Are you still going to hide this from me?"

The handsome boy is no longer handsome.

Life and property are not important and need to be kept confidential and protected.

He has too.

Just three years ago.

If people ask.

They will not hesitate to take a person’s life.

Change to now.

Switching positions again and again.

What else is there to say?

I was so speechless.

Qi Xiyan did not press him.

time.

Everyone needs it.

transition.

There will be no doomsday injuries.

They will understand each other if necessary.

If the Demon Emperor and the Demon Buddha really cannot defy fate.

They are the ones who need to disappear because the world is going downhill.

It will move forward forever and disappear in the torrent of time and space.

But now, no matter how I look at it, it is an unspeakable mistake.

Qi Xiyan only said to his senior and junior brothers: "Qing, Xijiao, let's go."

Aokiji frowned: "Are you sure you want us to leave?"

"That's the end of my explanation."

“But doing this makes me worried.”

"Now, you shouldn't be around the Demon Emperor."

"For you?"

"right!!!!!!"

There is still a solution to Aokiji's suspicion of the Demon Emperor and why he was imprisoned in the Shenyu Prison.

But the words come to your mouth.

Looked at Yinhuo.

I was a little puzzled: "Could it be that the Demon Emperor asked me and my junior brother to come here just to say goodbye to you?"

Qi Xiyan smiled.

A hint of sadness, combined with resilience, is truly like a flower in the wind.

While floating.

Follow the wind to the end of the sky.

Just said: "You shouldn't care."

"What will happen?"

"What do you say?"

"So, if we come, it will be difficult for you. Yan, can you tell us which is the right way, coming or not?"

Silence plus silence.

Just when Aokiji and Yuxijiao thought that people would not say anything.

A faint voice.

With endless coldness.

Cold moon and floating ice.

Endless vicissitudes.

And Xingrong, who sees through the world, said:

"You shouldn't ask."

Aokiji felt a pain in his heart.

Then close your eyes.

Then he sighed.

Before turning around:

"I believe you can protect yourself. I have never returned since I participated in the pilgrimage, just to see you.

Exhausted.

The situation in Shanchishui does not allow me to stand idly by.

I will go back. You have a letter for me to pass on. Please write it quickly and give it to my junior brother.

We brought back Shan Chishui.

So that Master Weiyang can have less worries.

Next, your hidden injury, as a doctor.

I hope you can take good care of yourself.

Don't make us all worry about you.

As always, if you want peace, I can give in. Even if you never need me. If you are in danger, don’t blame me for slaughtering everyone in the Nine Heavens!!!”

Qi Xiyan's nose felt slightly sour.

Know that he will always move forward.

As he left, he said, "Qing!!!"

Aokiji stopped.

Stop.

One stood up.

One did not look back.

Two horizontal ones.

It's just common sense.

The love is gone.

That makes sense.

Go to the office.

What else is left?

Perhaps, it was in vain when we first met.

Suddenly, for a rational person, I really don't want to have too deep contact.

That would bring both sides into an irretrievable disaster.

Where do the ups and downs come from?

There is no time to look back.

Tonghua was in a state of famine.

Sadness, no romance or moon.

Sadness is different from the world.

"Don't do anything stupid, it's not worth it for me."

Aokiji closed his eyes, like before.

painful.

Just said: "Promise me to live well."

Smiling, tears flowing.

The voice did not change: "Yeah."

The person who turned around looked at it quietly.

Then leave.

Yuxi Jiao took the letter written by someone, and followed him back to the west to see the smoke and dust flying.

Master:

Xiyan is unfilial. It has been three years since he sent a letter back to the sect.

I have been busy lately.

rest assured.

The Demon Emperor will no longer ask Xi Jian Yan Chenfei to surrender.

He and I have an agreement that as long as I remain in the Demon Sect, he will not act rashly against the sect.

I also hope that Master can help Senior Yu Luzi to increase the manpower of the sect.

Xiaoyan is safe in the Demon Sect.

Don’t worry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was impossible for the two of them to leave with the letter under the Demon Emperor's nose.

He had no choice but to wait outside the Lingyan Palace.

Yinhuo stayed in the prison. The letters written to people in person saved countless bitterness, but it was painful.

In a daze.

Then I remembered that no one has ever owed the Demon King anything.

in turn.

Or it was the Demon Sect that made huge deductions from people.

Both for the body and the mind.

Intensified.

There is absolutely no intention of stopping.

I can't bear to part with it.

The pearl that has been cut off from the world has not been treated well.

Whether it's with him.

Or followed the Demon Emperor.

They all make people suffer.

Will these difficult times finally bring happiness?

Once again, I look at the frail and weak figure of a willow swaying in the wind.

And reading:

Even if it really gets better in the future.

Can you make up for what you owe?

The way of Heaven is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency.

The way of man is to take from the deficient and give to the surplus.

What on earth did they do?

Qi Xiyan waited until his senior and junior brothers left.

Only then did they have the mind to care about him. There was no shortage of Zen, Wen, and Yi Xin, but they had to face the prince of the Demon Sect, and they also stipulated for the Demon Emperor that he was the only candidate for the major event that would happen a hundred years later.

There must be many secrets in your body that cannot be told.

He said casually, "You should also go back. The prince has a lot of things to do. Are you not afraid of suffering if you stay here?"

Half kidding.

Half consolation.

The Fish-Sinking Prison was not the place for him to be.

The Demon Emperor allowed them to come.

It's just that there was a quarrel before.

What's more, there needs to be a good dialogue between them.

If you let it go, nothing good will come of it.

It will push them to the opposite ends of the scale.

I always believe that the Demon Emperor is still half truthful.

I also fantasize about tomorrow and the future.

As long as you are not in desperate situation, you will still be able to survive.

Where will it really be pushed to extremes?

Expect the worst.

The ending leads to the best.

Yinhuo smiled bitterly: "You chased away Qingzhi and Xijiao, and now you chase me away. Are you so impatient to be with the Demon Emperor?"

"Yinhuo, the joke is not funny at all."

"Really? Then it's okay for me to talk, right? Why are you so nervous?"

"No."

"Oh?" After drinking tea, he asked, "What is that?"

No one spoke.

Angry and bitter about his entanglement.

More importantly, he must face the wrath of the Demon Emperor.

go away.

The prison of drowning fish is not suitable for him.

Yinhuo waited until the tea in his hand was finished.

Put it down and say, "Okay, I'm joking with you."

Qi Xiyan rolled her eyes: "If that's the case, leave now."

"Ah, you really can't take a joke anymore. You didn't treat it like this before, did you?"

"Silver Confusion!!!!!!"

The past and the future are worlds apart.

If you ask how many worries I have.

It's nothing more than love upon love, and suffering upon suffering.

Home, for them.

It is the hell of Huangquan.

Standing on the banks of the Santu River.

Looking at the inverted imprint of Huangquan.

It's a trick of fate.

It's a loneliness that has nothing to do with lovesickness.