murderous look!

It burst out from the Saint Zongheng: "You are right!"

"I am here to catch her and go back to the bridal chamber."

"Don't you want a man who is a saint and a king in the outside world?"

"This saint came early, so he is my man!"

"If you don't want to die, don't block my way!"

"If you taste his taste, you have to wait until I finish playing."

"Hahaha......"

Yizhimei sneered repeatedly: "Zongheng Witch, do you want to replenish him?"

The Saint Zongheng narrowed her peach blossom eyes: "Do you know me?"

Yizhimei said disdainfully: "The demonic aura on your body is too strong. You can't pretend that you don't know you!"

The Saint Zongheng stabbed out with a sword: "Who are you?"

Yizhimei did not dodge or avoid: "Guess?"

In a moment.

The two women were killed together, and it was difficult to distinguish between the two women, and they were not distinguished from each other.

Blood slowly appeared on the white snow.

The sword will be ruined if it is not dead.

Soon after.

There was blood on the snow.

Saint Zongheng covered his bloody chest and walked away in a panic with the help of his subordinates: "Woman in white, we have formed this beautiful girl!"

"You wait, this saint will come back."

"You wait."

At lunch time.

On the carriage.

Yizhimei appeared in front of Xia Tian with blood on her face, and after eating the cut noodles with her snatched voraciously: "King of Huangzhou, I just fought with the witches of the Zongheng School, and both sides were injured!"

"But she will be back."

"And I was hit by the witch's Red Evil Palm, and I had to go to the doctor's saint to heal you, and I could no longer protect you."

"So, please be blessed!"

Xia Tian looked solemn: "I know medical skills, take off my clothes, and let me help you see where the injury is?"

Yizhimei glanced at him: "If you don't have the internal true qi, you can't cure the injury of true qi!"

Xia Tian said seriously: "I have the golden needle technique. Even if I can't cure you, it can at least help you control your injuries."

Yizhimei thought for a while: "Are you sure you don't want to see my body?"

Xia Tian raised his hand: "I swear to the sky, and I have absolutely no other intentions!"

"In the eyes of doctors, there is no difference between men and women!"

Of course, Yizhimei knew that Xia Tian was skillful in medical skills and could cure the war injuries that could not be cured by military doctors in the imperial capital.

Her face turned red, she took off her white coat shyly, then untied the red rope between her bellyband, and covered her two balls of whiteness with her hands, slowly sliding down... A red palm print appeared in Xia Tian's eyes.

On her chest.

Yizhi Meibei's teeth nipped his red lips: "That witch also ate my sword at this position!"

"I think it's not a good time!"

Xia Tian took out the silver needle, his fingers flew into her body one by one, to block the bloodlines around the palm print.

Silver needle sealing the acupoint!

It hurts!

Yizhimei trembled all over her body in pain: "Be gentle!"

"pain!"

Xia Tian nodded, took out a small silver knife and gently cut the red palm print.

Suddenly.

A smelly blood broke the skin and flowed out.

Summer is ready!

He picked up the white cloth beside him and wiped it on Yimei: "Hold on the pain!"

"I will use my mouth to suck out the poisonous blood first, so don't think too much!"

shock!

A plum blossom's beautiful eyes were filled with shock!

A handsome boy wanted to take drugs on her white chest with his mouth, and told her not to think too much... she couldn't do it!

Xia Tian looked hesitant when he saw her: "I swear to the sky that I have no intention of being frivolous, I just want to heal you."

suddenly.

Yizhimei covered her chest with a dress, her eyes full of shyness: "I can deal with the poisonous blood myself!"

"Then, I'll go and find the doctor's saint to deal with internal injuries!"

"Take care!"

She thought for a while and added: "Now, your saint's aspirations and king's domineering words have spread throughout the imperial capital."

"The hundreds of scholars of this generation will definitely come to find you!"

"You have to be careful!"

Xia Tian's eyes froze: "Why are they coming to me?"

Yizhimei reluctantly explained: "Prince, human wisdom is also divided into levels!"

"From low to high, it is divided into ordinary, excellent, extraordinary, sub-saint, and saint!"

"The first generation of the hundred schools of thought, the most intelligent ones were just sub-saints."

"Because wisdom has not reached the realm of a saint, the hundreds of schools of thought are actually incomplete and incomplete."

"Even the strongest Confucianism and Taoism are incomplete."

"So, for a hundred years, the hundreds of schools of thought hope to cultivate saints with endless wisdom, improve their doctrines, become the supreme among the hundreds of schools of thought, be able to pass on the world and be famous throughout the ages."

"Now, as soon as your saint's ambition and kingly domineering words come out, everyone in the world says that you are the appearance of the saint outside and the king inside, with extraordinary wisdom and a saintly posture."

"Wouldn't it be great if you could hold you in your hands, let your wisdom be used by them, and help them replenish their incomplete doctrine?"

"Of course, the hundreds of schools have their own ideas!"

"Believe me... there are some witches in each sect who want to throw themselves into your arms and give birth to a son for you so that you can get entangled with you for the rest of your life!"

"You must have concentration!"

"You must control your lower body!"

After saying that.

She threw herself into the forest, rushed out of the carriage, and disappeared.

Xia Tian quickly lifted the curtain and said, "Where are people?"

Zhao Zichang, who was driving, looked at his nose and his heart, pretending that he hadn't heard anything just now: "Let's go!"

Xia Tian’s eyes were complicated: “You heard her words just now?”

Zhao Zichang was panicked: "No!"

"Answer truthfully!"

"I heard it!"

"Without the internal qi, can I really not cure her internal injuries?"

"yes!"

Xia Tian clenched his fists: "Then I will start practicing martial arts now!"

"Zhao Zichang, what do you have to teach me about martial arts?"

“Hehehe…”

Zhao Zichang smiled awkwardly: "No!"
To be continued...