The Talented Doctor

Xuan Mu didn't seem to see the faces of the people at all, but said coldly: "He is alive to prove Xi Yue's innocence."

Jin Zeyu and the others were stunned at first, and then they reacted. Many people from the Famine Hospital Branch clenched their fists, suppressed their fears, and told themselves that Xi Yue is fine, there must be nothing wrong!

On the other side, Nangonghua stiffened for a long time before taking a sigh of relief, pointing at Nangong Yu in shock and fear, and screaming: "Nangong Yu, what are you doing? Nangong Xin is your third uncle! Are you wanting to kill your relatives? Just for a flamboyant male pet? You..."

Nangong Yu cut out with the second sword, with an aura of destruction.

The billowing thundercloud rushed to the sky, and then fell from the sky.

The onlookers all showed horrified expressions, and the thunder fell and struck down, frightening them not to listen and flee.

There was chaos at the scene, and even the old lady of Nangong was almost knocked down by the crowd.

Everyone, including Lu Zhixi and Yun Jingxue, looked at Nangongyu with horror.

At this time, Nangong Yu's expression was extremely calm, but the originally dark eyes were red, like a **** fire.

As far as he could look, there was no trace of warmth, but it seemed like he was about to break everyone into pieces.

Even Qingluan and Xuanwu were shocked for a while, and felt that Nangongyu at this time seemed to have completely changed.

Nangongyu's sword once again pointed at Nangonghua, who would tremble even the hand holding the magic weapon, "Tell me, where is Xi Yue? Otherwise, I don't mind pulling all of you to hell!"

Nangonghua stepped back next step, a master of distraction, facing his nephew of the same level, he actually felt the fear of extinction, and he did not have the courage to fight.

Just as the thunderclouds were overwhelming and the swords were at war, a clear, melodious, male and female voice suddenly came from outside the crowd.

"Nangong Yu, I am here."

The sound penetrated thunder, with a crystal-like transparency, and passed into everyone's ears.

Nangong Yu's movement of lifting the sword suddenly stiffened, as if his body was stuck in something, so he could only slowly turn around stiffly.

The thunderclouds shrouded in the sky slowly disappeared, and the terrifying and devastating aura gradually dissipated.

Everyone turned their heads abruptly, looking in the direction of the sound.

I saw a beautiful young man with a cold expression, but his eyes were soft and soothing, looking at the stiff Nangong Yu.

The young man walked towards Nangong Yu slowly, raised his head and looked at him, with a soft smile on his lips.

It is obviously a smile that is so shallow that it is almost nothing, but people who see it only feel that it is like a flower in full bloom, and the cloud disappears and the rain ceases for a moment, and the sky is clear.

"Nangong Yu, don't worry, I am here."

Nangong Yu stared at her for a long time, suddenly stretched out her hand suddenly, and hugged her tightly into her arms.

Hot tears overflowed from his eyes, buried deep in the neck of Hexi Xinxiang, without being seen by anyone, dripping between the delicate white collarbone.

The blazing temperature, like the engraving of the soul, sinks into Hexi's heart, telling men's fear and longing, despair and affection.

Nangong Yu, he really regarded himself as his life, even more important than his own life.

Hexi stretched out his hand, hugged him back, and gently patted his back, as if to appease the man's almost out of control emotion: "Nangongyu, don't worry, I'm fine."

Thinking of her experience in that deserted yard, Hexi was also afraid for a while.