The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Longjiu slowly turned around and gestured to Feng Xiaoer.

Feng Xiaoer took a deep breath and quickly said: "I have a friend who has eaten a sick dead bird and got a plague. Drinking medicine stabilized the condition, but did not fully recover. I would like to ask the nine princes, is there any way? Completely cure this plague?"

Feng Xiaoer said with a big breath and looked forward to the answer of Long Jiu.

"This king has to do the experiment himself to know."

"That... Jiu Wangye feels that the chance of cure is not high?" Feng Xiaoer did not die in the heart of the Yellow River.

"When the king tried it, tell you again?"

Feng Xiaoer can only nod and give up. "The nine princes are careful all the way" nodded and turned to the government.

Jiuzhonglou, life and death pavilion.

Green and Feilin asked: "Why, why should we expose our strength so early?"

Hongjiu leaned on the soft couch and closed his eyes: "Dragon Six is ​​not eyeing our nine-story building? Why don't we confuse their sights? The more this time, the higher the tone, the brighter the dark together. play"

"That... next..."

"See the opportunity, everything is as planned"

"Miss that Feng Feng..."

The red nine eyes looked at the green fox, the green bud touched the red nine sharp eyes, the heart trembled, bowed: "Green Fu knows"

"Fei Linshu, ready to go out for a ban ceremony tomorrow," Hong Jiu left a sentence into the bath room.

The traditional Chinese medicine bath from the previous day is now once a month. The potions made by dozens of valuable Chinese medicines have a heavy taste and need to be soaked for a quarter of an hour. From the beginning of rejection to the current practice. The result of the forbearance is that the ugly scar on the body gradually subsided. Although not as good as ever, at least not so embarrassing.

In fact, Long Jiu should be fortunate, because the face is intact, and with this face become the squad of the Jiuzhong Building. Hehe, but Long Jiu feels ironic. When his father was obsessed with the beauty of the mother, it would make the mother-in-law succumb, but the woman’s trust in the mother-in-law was completely lost because of the woman’s words.

Long Jiu thought that goodbye, his hatred of his father will be reduced, but no, he is still so indifferent to him, indifferent to himself is not his own child, huh, huh, dragon nine by the pool, close your eyes, then do not Blame his heart is hot.

Because of hatred, he is irritating and painful.

Feng Xiaoer had a rare bed and pulled a small potato out of the street. Little potato 倜傥 own lady: "Yeah, what wind is blowing today, actually woke up our big lady"

Feng Xiaoer bombed the potato forehead: "You Miss, I have been so early, and there are so many people standing outside."

The two of them squeezed, and Feng Xiaoer raised his head and turned his eyes quickly.

"Miss, what are you looking for?" The potato was curious.

"Hey, look, it’s the ninth prince, today is the ceremonial ritual of the nine princes." Aiming at the dragon nine that was carried by the scenery in front of him, Feng Xiaoer’s eyes brightened and excited to indicate the small potatoes.

On both sides of the road, the people were full of people, and everyone looked at the neck and looked at the ghost king in the center of the street with curious eyes.

It’s horrifying, rumors are ugly and disfigured, and the ghost king who is scared to death is officially released today.

People are afraid and curious to watch.

The ghost king has a bright purple robes that cover everything inside. The body is soft and like a sick patient. He leans on the red soft couch with a lazy force. One hand is freely placed on the edge of the soft couch, and one hand gently holds the head. The finger joints are distinctly slender and white. Powerful and weak. Look down and look down. Occasionally open your throat and look around.

The silver mask covered the entire face, and people only saw the pair of deep black eyes and the **** thin lips.

Still the four beautiful women in purple are carrying. It’s just not the square wooden chair yesterday. Today’s big chair looks like a lot of luxury.

The curious people have opened up, and A said: "Scorpio, the ghost king is released, the first beautiful man of the Tianlong Dynasty."

B said: "I thought that Mei Lan Niangniang was really a beautiful woman in the past, but unfortunately, the red face died young, the first beautiful man also became a ghost king, a human tragedy."

C said: "That is the death of Mei Lan's maiden, red water, seduce her uncle, and the traitor of Long Kun, who is a traitor. We all think that Long Kun is the **** **** of our Tianlong dynasty. I can't think of selling the country for glory, and my own emperor. Oh... it’s really morally corrupt..."

Someone said it, some people echoed: "Yes, yeah, maybe this ghost king is still a traitor of Mei Long and Long Kun."

Feng Xiaoer couldn’t listen to it, broke free from the shackles of small potatoes, took out the scimitar on the waist of the next door and rushed to C, and lifted the scimitar to cut a knife on his arm, then threw the knife at the foot of C. Shouted: "You cut me."

C was shocked: "You, you, you, you crazy woman, what are you talking about? Everyone saw that you cut yourself."

Feng Xiaoer sneered and approached C: "If you don't see me cutting myself, and the knife is at your feet, do you think everyone will think that it is my own cut?" Feng Xiaoer said to improve the decibel "People will only think that you have cut me because they will think how someone will cut themselves. It must be cut by others, and there is a knife at your feet."

Feng Yuer said more and more anger: "Do you know the taste of being shackled? Misunderstood, no one believes, know the mood? The sinister words make you forget the dragon and the **** of war for our dynasty. You have a great contribution, you ask yourself, if you didn’t fight the enemy and fight against the enemy, do you think you will live to the present? You would rather believe in the tricks of the traitors, and you will not believe in the **** of war in your heart. People, come to the end, huh, huh, good people are ignorant, traitors have to succeed, why mourn..."

How many loyal fans have been killed by traitors in China since ancient times? (Let's go to Baidu, forgive my history is not good)

If Feng Xiaoer was born in the Republic of China, he would definitely be a good anti-Japanese.

The people of the older generation experienced the time of the dragons and the gods of the war, and they were told by Feng Xiaoer, the emotional tears: "Yes, yes, I always believe in God of War, everyone around me said God of War is not good, only I still believe forever."

"The dragon and the **** of war are the pride of our dragons. They have never married their wives for the sake of the country." The heroes, hehehe, died so badly."

"When the emperor decapitated the **** of war, I cried for three days and three nights, and finally became a blind man, but I do not regret, the **** of war is always in my heart, is the hero of my heart forever."

C sees everyone excited, consciously losing money, still unwilling to say: "Even if the God of War did not trespass, then he and Mei Lan Niangniang have a rape, but the Emperor saw it with his own eyes..."

When the little potato saw her own lady, she had to open her mouth. She worried about her whisper and said, "Miss, let’s stop bleeding,"

On the head of the phoenix, the three fires were burning, and the hands of the small potatoes were smashed. The whole person rushed to the body of C and shouted: "Indecent, rape..."