Pretty Prince vs Fake Girl

After about half a cup of tea, Xue Ningzi untied Murongze's skirt again.

Liang Xuan took it for granted, without saying a word, but his eyes followed him involuntarily, sticking to them and unwilling to move away.

Xue Ningzi's two fingers walked along the acupuncture points on Murong Ze's chest. The bruise on her heart had faded a lot. She let out a breath, raised her eyebrows and stared at Liang Xuan with an intriguing smile.

Liang Xuan opened his eyes and couldn't help shivering, hugged his shoulders tightly, and said in horror, "Could it be that my blood is an ancient panacea that can bring the dead back to life?"

Xue Ningzi squinted at him, and said leisurely, "Returning from the dead is an exaggeration, but it is indeed a good panacea. You use the soup to bathe all year round?"

Liang Xuan was stunned, raised his head slightly and thought for a while, and suddenly thought, "The muddy water is actually medicinal soup? No wonder there is always a strange smell!"

Xue Ningzi said in astonishment, "The smell of medicine is so strong on your body, why haven't you noticed it for all these years?"

Liang Xuan raised his arms and smelled it, then raised his clothes and stuffed his head into his arms to sniff around, raised his eyes and shook his head blankly, "How can I not smell it?"

Xue Ningzi wrinkled her nose, and counted them one by one with disgust in her eyes, "Peony bark, gardenia, ground bone bark, Anemarrhena, cassia, reed root, prunella, honeysuckle, and ganoderma lucidum, snow lotus, are you perennial dipping?" Slutty, this blood has turned out to be a wonderful medicine, and it just so happens that we lack a taste of long white snow lotus to deal with this strange poison, so it's just right to use your blood to make it up."

Liang Xuan stared at the wound on his wrist with a miraculous face, his love and admiration for him quietly increased by three points, and he was complacent for a long time before he finally remembered and asked, "What kind of poison is in him? "

Xue Ningzi's face darkened suddenly, anger accumulated in her eyes, and she said coldly, "If the people from the Demon Cult hadn't stolen the Jade Ice Toad that I have raised in Guzhong for ten years, how could this poison make waves in the Jianghu? Why should I Such a waste of time and effort, coming to the door to wait for detoxification?! Really, it is extremely hateful!"

Liang Xuan's black pupils dilated slightly, and he lowered his head without changing his expression, giving all his confusion to the ground, and then questioned loudly, "I heard from Yueqing that the witch doctor Gu is extremely secretive, with many traps, and ordinary people can't get close to him at all." , or even the death of trespassers, is it true?"

Xue Ningzi snorted coldly, "How can the Demon Cult be an ordinary person? Which one of their fancy things has they ever missed?"

Liang Xuandao, "How does the ghost doctor sister know that she is the hands of the devil's sect?"

Xue Ningzi sealed several big acupuncture points on Murongze's body, jumped out of the bed and said, "Didn't you have experienced the poisonous stiffness? Aren't these tyrannical and vicious things that are the special skill of the Southern Border Demon Cult? Then cooperate with my witch The extremely poisonous Jade Ice Toad in Medicine Valley, the Demon Cult can control the entire martial arts world just by its poisonous stiffness. If such an explanation is useless, then the Aoki Toad left in Witch Doctor Valley is the most direct and powerful evidence. "

Liang Xuanning pondered for a moment, then asked, "Since you have such an amazing ability to sneak into Witch Doctor Valley to steal Jade Ice Toad, but you accidentally made the deadly Aoki Toad, don't sister Ghost Doctor think it's "accidental"?" Accidentally being too deliberate?"

Xue Ningzi glanced at Liang Xuan thoughtfully, "Why do you defend the Devil's Cult everywhere?"

Liang Xuan was stunned, rubbed his head and said with a playful smile, "I hate it, I don't! It's just that there are certain things and truths that shouldn't be ignored. What Wanfu refers to often hides unknown stories. My sister said yes?"

Xue Ningzi's different-colored pupils flickered, staring at Liang Xuan a little hairy, feeling guilty for a moment, and his mind was full of making up excuses quickly, thinking of taking the opportunity to escape.

In the dangerous silence, Murong Ze suddenly and weakly shouted, "Water..."

Liang Xuan looked up suddenly, and saw that the person on the bed was frowning tightly, the blood on the red lips had dried up, fine and random cracks were scattered randomly, the lips were slightly opened, and he was panting lightly.

Xue Ningzi glanced casually, stretched her waist, and said, "My life is saved, don't worry, I still need to rest in the future, oh, by the way, give me some more of your blood."

Liang Xuan withdrew his hands abruptly, and refused righteously, "I'm anemic!"

Xue Ningzi didn't even bother to refute, a silver needle sealed Liang Xuan's actions, and then cut his blood unhurriedly.

Liang Xuan opened his eyes, wanting to cry, aggrieved and resisted as if being forced into prostitution, Xue Ningzi was inexplicably guilty from seeing those big wet eyes, raised her hand to pat his face, and said, "At least you eat Those who live in Qingcheng can save their head with a little effort, and it’s not like you live and live for free, be good, don’t cry.”

Liang Xuan raised his eyebrows and shouted, "I don't cry, so I beg my sister not to slap my face, okay? I've had enough blood, really, you need to block this gap!"

Xue Ningzi suddenly realized that she didn't know how to answer the conversation. She looked at Liang Xuan silently for a moment, then calmly let go of his arm, and opened the door without saying a word, holding the glazed cup.

Liang Xuan licked his wound, feeling so aching that he didn't know what to do, he looked around blankly, and then remembered that Murong Ze was still thirsty, and he didn't care about other things, so he quickly poured a glass of water and moved over.

When the dried blood on his lips touched the water, he fainted again, and even the water in the cup was stained with a faint crimson.

Liang Xuan's face sank slightly, he raised his sleeve to carefully wipe off the light red water stains overflowing from Murong Ze's lips, and then fed him another drink, only then did he see that his frowning brows were slightly relaxed, and he unconsciously licked his lips. Licking his lips, he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

When Liang Xuan recovered from the trance, he was shocked to find that he was sweating for no reason, his mouth was so dry that he swallowed desperately, but still felt that it was not enough, so he panicked and poured the cup in his hand. A full glass of water was poured in two or three gulps, and then he let out a breath and calmed down.

Yueqing saw that Liang Xuan hadn't returned, so he went out to look for him. Just as he entered the door, he saw his heroic gesture of drinking water, and couldn't help being surprised, "So thirsty?"

Liang Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a sneer, "I went through a fierce fight just now, and I'm exhausted."

Yueqing didn't know why, and his face was full of confusion, "Fierce fighting?"

Liang Xuan laughed extremely perfunctorily, "Ideological struggle, ideological struggle...but let's put this aside..." Blinking but serious, he asked, "Where's my face?"

The corners of Yue Qing's mouth twitched slightly, he glanced at him quietly, and said sincerely, "I thought you would come back soon, so I asked my little master to put it on the table, and it's already blurred by now."

Liang Xuan opened his mouth in great disappointment, "Ah—?? I'm so weak now, how could I be so cruelly out of food! Have you seen this huge gap? My blood! Ouch, I'm dizzy... "

Yue Qing looked at Liang Xuan, who was shouting dizzy and still insisted on handing his wrist in front of his eyes, and was very speechless.

The wrist injury is not serious, but it is not shallow, Yue Qing asked curiously, "What can your blood do?"

Finally, someone took over, and Liang Xuan hurriedly complained, "The ghost doctor said that there are peonies, gardenias, and honeysuckle in my blood, which are rare herbs for detoxification, so he took my blood and gave it to him and the head of Qingcheng." Make an antidote, fill two big cups! What a beast! Ouch, I feel dizzy..."

Liang Xuan could only remember some flower names, but Yueqing understood everything, and immediately understood that the ghost doctor must think that the blood in his body is mixed with complete traditional Chinese medicine, which is a wonderful antidote.

Chaoshou supported Liang Xuan, who had fallen into his arms in a decent manner, and continued to ask without being affected at all, "What kind of poison is so overbearing?"

Liang Xuan frowned slightly, thought carefully and replied, "It seems that Yu Bingchan from Witch Doctor Valley taught someone to steal it."

Yueqing understood, that's why Xue Ningzi had to go out of the valley to detoxify even though she was extremely reluctant.

Witch Doctor Gu solves the troubles caused by Witch Doctor Gu himself, neither helping nor asking for help, acting alone like a debt of favor is a scourge.

Liang Xuan rubbed against Yue Qing's arm like a puppy, and softly shouted, "My noodles...hungry...hungry..."

Yueqing picked him up with a headache, and said helplessly, "Is it okay if I go and make you a bowl? Stand up!"

Liang Xuan's eyes lit up immediately, and he blinked and looked at Yue Qing with joy, Yue Qing turned his head expressionlessly, really couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"By the way, how could your blood be mixed with so many herbs?" Yue Qing suddenly remembered after walking a few steps, and asked curiously.

Liang Xuan replied casually, "It's soaked in the medicine jar."

Yueqing was surprised, "Are you not feeling well?"

Liang Xuan frowned, thought for a while, looked at Yue Qing seriously, and suddenly grinned, "I don't know!"

Yueqing, "..."

Liang Xuan dragged Yue Qing who was stunned and ran straight to the kitchen, "Okay, medicine can't be eaten as a meal! Good sister, hurry up and make me noodles!"

Yueqing frowned, "Don't call me sister..."

Liang Xuan immediately changed his words, "Good brother, my face!"

Yueqing, "..."

Murong Ze felt that he had that dream again which seemed to never wake up.

Ignorant and dark, sad and confused.

That dream was always about one person only.

a woman.

No matter in spring or summer, she always wears that rouge-colored skirt, and sits peacefully on the swing woven with vines, as if she never understands sadness, and her bright face is filled with joy that never fades.

Her eyes shone with a watery brilliance, dazzling, and she smiled coquettishly, capturing the soul.

Cheerful laughter can always move everything, even in dreams, you can feel the joy and joy that comes out of thin air.

She would look at him tenderly with those talking eyes, and gently waved and said, "Ze'er, come over here."

Every time at this time, he would have lingering fears, full of expectations but hesitant to take that step.

Because he has been disappointed too many times, and he is unwilling to try again.

But even if he tried his best to resist, in the dream, that illusory self was still unable to resist the sweet and dangerous temptation.

And as long as he took that step, the previously bright and gentle woman would turn into a miserable ghost in the blink of an eye, staring at him coldly with extremely sinister and vicious eyes.

Qingjun's face paled instantly, Jianshui's pupils turned red like weeping blood, and his empty eyes stared at him blankly and horrified, telling him in an unbearably shrill and hoarse voice over and over again:

I am not your mother!no!Queen, the queen is your mother!Get out!roll!

The woman's cold hands will eventually pinch his neck, and under the suffocation, he will suddenly escape from the nightmare, his eyes will be opened blankly, and his body will break out in a cold sweat under panting, and after gradually calming down, he will calmly and numbly Tell yourself: It's just a dream, nothing more.

This time was no exception, Murong Ze stared at the top of the bed as usual, the emptiness and fatigue in his heart spread endlessly, but he suddenly noticed something unusual.

Consciousness gradually recovered, but the feeling of suffocation was still lingering, the air in the chest cavity became scarcer, and breathing became painful and difficult.

He raised his body slightly, and when he saw Liang Xuan's hairy head, he was completely dumbfounded.

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In other words, the young master has not yet created the name of the prince...