Nameless Ghost Doctor

Yayoi sat in the car and looked depressedly at the familiar person opposite, Mi Le.

'At first I thought, come along, I can have more opportunities to get along with Miss Qiu, so that I can cultivate more relationships,

But now, why should I come! ! '

Yayoi, looking at Xie Qingge who has been taking care of Wuyuehen who is unconscious all the way, and Mi Le who is sitting opposite her constantly reciting Buddhist scriptures and praying for Wuyuehen, there is nothing to love in life.

Huh?Where did you say the beauty went?

Of course they have their own carriage, do you think they got an extra carriage because of Yayoi Mira's sudden joining?

Congratulations, of course not, I thank the young master of the Xie family, Qing Ge, why should I be wronged to ride a horse and endure the cold wind for the sake of these few people?

It's not that you don't have money, why should you suffer that?

However, with the joining of Yayoi Miyaku and considering the issue of taking care of Wuyuehen, Xie Qingge did make a sacrifice.

After all, patients should not move too much, Xie Qingge exchanged carriages with them, gave up his big carriage, and squeezed into this small carriage with Yayoi, Mile and Wuyuehen.

'Why should I go home like this! 'In order to prevent the carriage from being too bumpy and Wuyuehen shaking too much and being injured again, Xie Qingge had no choice but to put Wuyuehen on his lap.

'Damn it, my legs are going numb, Brother Wu, I'm offended. '

Xie Qingge moved his legs out from under Wuyuehen's head bit by bit, suddenly the carriage jolted violently, if it wasn't for Xie Qingge's quick movements, Wuyuehen almost fell to the ground.

'It's really lucky, if Lin Xiyao knew that Brother Wu almost fell to the ground, she would probably be furious again. '

"Huh!" Xie Qingge moved out his other leg a little better, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh~" Why am I here, why am I not with Miss Qiu!

Yayoi lay down on the chair in the car, with a sad face, "Forget it, let's go to sleep, anyway, there is nothing wrong now. '

Wood and bamboo are the outsiders.

"What! They had it this morning??!" Yang Zimo stared at the waiter with sparks in his eyes.

"Yes..." Who is this person? It's so scary, woo woo woo...

Mo Yuntian leaned against the door with his romantic appearance, still a handsome and handsome young man, "Junior Sister Zimo, since Junior Sister Mu Xue has left, don't make things difficult for this little brother."

"Embarrassing him?" Yang Zimo turned his head angrily, looking at Mo Yuntian, who was calm and calm, "Could it be embarrassing you? Brother."

Yang Zimo's face was as gentle as water again, and Mo Yuntian stroked his messy sideburns, "I let Junior Sister Zimo ravage me."

"Brother, how can I be willing to let you look like this~"

"It's okay, I can bear it."

"Brother, you are so kind."

"It's my best effort to make Junior Sister Zimo happy." Mo Yuntian still behaved like a playboy.

"Zi Mo, let's go."

"Yes, brother."

The waiter in the shop looked at the beauty with a weak willow and a strong wind, carrying a tall and mighty young man with a broken leg.

'These two are sick! '

"Brother, it is said that the muscles and bones are injured for a hundred days, what should you do with your foot~"

"It's okay, Junior Sister."

"But the martial arts conference is imminent, and the master and the others are about to leave. Is it really okay?"

"What did Junior Sister say? Isn't it still a few months away! No problem."

"Brother, you are so kind!"

Regardless of everyone's eyes, the two walked tirelessly all the way.

The red ribbons are flying, the red silk is colorful, the singing and dancing are peaceful, and the cinnabar is lying on the bed, one cup after another.

Suddenly someone ran in from outside, "Saint."

"Come here, enjoy the wine."

The man was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot and prostrated himself on the ground, "Saint."

"What's the matter? Do you think my wine is not good?" Zhu Sha was lying on the bed, and she could vaguely see her charming figure through the red curtain.

"No." The man hastily denied, "The mind of a saint is elusive, and if she is not careful, she will be punished and killed, and it is even more uncertain these days." '

"Then why don't you drink it?" Zhu Sha picked up her blood gourd, took the wine from the air, and poured it down her throat, "I drank it all, why don't you drink it?"

The man picked up the wine glass, looked at death as home, and poured it up to the sky, "Okay! Have fun!"

"Do you know what you drank just now?" Zhu Sha's laugh became more insane, and her whole body trembled.

"Subordinate, I don't know." The man offered the wine glass and kowtowed to plead guilty.

"God, don't you know?" Zhu Sha seemed to have heard a big joke, slowly got up from the collapse, stepped down little by little, and walked in front of him barefoot.

"Head up."

The man slowly got up from the ground, saw the cinnabar that had been split down to his buttocks, and slammed down again.

"Looking for someone is not intentional to offend the saint, villain... The villain deserves to die, and looking for someone deserves to die."

"What's the rush? Anyway, you will die soon." After speaking, he laughed again.

The people below were kneeling on the ground, trembling slightly with their heads, "Yes, is it the wine just now?"

"Yes, poisoned wine, is it good?" Zhu Sha looked at the person in front of her playfully, who was staring at him now.

He suddenly stood up from the ground, Zhu Sha lost the interest in playing a moment ago, and looked at the rebellious servant in front of him.

"What did I do wrong? You want to feed me poisoned wine?" The man looked at Zhu Sha in disbelief, "I am loyal to you, I work for you day and night, and I have never had a second heart. Why, why did you kill me? ?”

"Loyal? Have no two hearts? Huh! What a big joke!" Zhu Sha was furious, and brushed her clothes on the couch.

"what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? A dog slave dares to stand up in front of me and say he is loyal to me? Hahahaha, hahaha~"

Zhu Sha was lying on the floor, clutching her stomach and laughing tiredly, tears almost came out from the laughter, "Do you know how I became the saint?"

"I even dared to kill my own sister who grew up with me, so what do you care about?"

"If you kill him, she must have done something wrong, but what did I do wrong? You want to kill me?"

"Oh, it's really annoying. Do you have to do something wrong to kill you?"

"What?" Killing...doesn't need a reason?

"I kill people and never need a reason."

As soon as the red light flashed from her side, the people in the audience slapped red on the spot, blood spattered three feet.

"What an annoying fly." Zhu Sha looked at the bronze mirror and straightened her hair.

The people below carried them out without changing their expressions. It seems that this happened not once or twice.

There was a boy in ocher red clothes who walked in quickly from the door with his head bowed.

Kneel respectfully in the center of the audience, "Saint."