Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

The last word "handsome" has a certain pronunciation, Mu Ziling didn't even bother to see how Ouyang Feiyu reacted to this answer.

She turned her head chicly, shook her long hair, and walked away without looking back.

But who knew, Mu Ziling hadn't taken two steps when someone grabbed her slender wrist from behind!

Mu Ziling turned around abruptly, stared at the person who grabbed her wrist, and immediately became angry.

There was a sharp light in her clear eyes: "What else do you want?"

She knew that this person would just answer one question and let her go!

This man is obviously playing tricks on her!

The wrist was clasped so tightly that Mu Ziling couldn't struggle at all.

She was furious, and suddenly raised her other free hand, gathered a powerful force, and slammed directly at Ouyang Feiyu——

Ouyang Feiyu didn't dodge or dodge, and he didn't counterattack the oncoming violent palm.

When Mu Ziling attacked with a palm, he just stood there quietly, with a faint smile in his eyes, mysterious and unpredictable.

This is obviously standing ready to be palmed.

Ouyang Wanrou, who had been waiting not far away for Mu Ziling to suffer, watched this scene in disbelief.

She couldn't understand why she had waited so long, why her brother didn't teach Mu Ziling a lesson, and even more couldn't understand why he was still standing still and being beaten at this moment.

Seeing that Mu Ziling had already attacked with his palm, Ouyang Wanrou rushed over involuntarily and shouted: "Brother!"

This palm gathered the strength of Mu Ziling's whole body, with unparalleled momentum, if he was hit, even if he couldn't be killed, he could still be severely injured and vomit blood.

However, Mu Ziling always underestimated the opponent's strength.

At the moment when her palm was only a few millimeters away from the deadly spot on Ouyang Feiyu's chest, and she could even seem to touch his clothes——

The corner of Ouyang Feiyu's mouth curled into a sly arc, he reached out his hand at some point, and accurately clasped Mu Ziling's palm-bearing hand.

There was no doubt that this palm could hit the opponent solidly, but it failed in the end.

"Ouyang Feiyu, don't go too far!" It doesn't matter if you miss the hit, both hands are still caught, and you can't shake it, Mu Ziling is extremely angry.

It goes without saying that this person's strength is above hers, but Mu Ziling can't predict how big the distance is.

Is this person really just a young master of the Mingyue Sect who is not even the most powerful?

Mu Ziling expressed doubts in her heart.

Staring at the delicate little face in front of him that was about to be lit by fire, Ouyang Feiyu seemed to have a special interest in provoking her.

In the end, he raised his eyebrows in a mysterious way, and suddenly leaned close to Mu Ziling's ear, and slowly said a word: "Little girl, if you want to hurt me, you are far from hot enough."

After finishing speaking, before Mu Ziling was ready to attack with his feet again, he let her go, raised his hands high up as a gesture of surrender, and took two steps back.

His action was obvious, this time he was really planning to let Mu Ziling go.

But when the situation happened just now, Mu Ziling was still on guard, she stood still like a sculpture, looking at Ouyang Feiyu with hostile eyes, as if she was going to die.

Ouyang Feiyu hooked his lips: "I'm looking forward to our next meeting."

After he said this with great interest, he raised his chin, indicating that she could really go.

Neuropathy!

Mu Ziling glanced at him coldly, then turned and left.

"Fox spirit, don't even think about leaving!" Mu Ziling hadn't taken a few steps, and Ouyang Wanrou, who had already rushed over, took out a long whip from her body and circled towards Mu Ziling's feet.

Whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, Mu Ziling's feet were bound by the long whip as he stepped forward.

The footsteps of leaving were stopped again, and Mu Ziling's anger at this moment can be imagined.

It's not over yet, is it?

Mu Ziling looked down at the whip that was holding her under her feet, her eyes narrowed slightly, and an extremely cold smile flashed in her eyes.

Guan Gong is playing big swords in front of him, and he is overestimated!

Ouyang Wanrou successfully tied Mu Ziling's foot, and wanted to pull her back.

But who knew, the moment she exerted all her strength, she saw Mu Ziling's feet suddenly leave the ground, and her whole body soared into the air.

Soaring into the sky only for an instant—

Mu Ziling stretched his hands in a line, and bent one foot, his whole body was like a golden rooster, floating in the air.

The cold autumn wind was blowing, bleak and fierce, but it was not as cold as the icy aura exuding from her at the moment.

In mid-air, Mu Ziling's skirt fluttered, and her three thousand long hair fluttered in the air, like a high and high goddess, which was beyond reach.

"Fox spirit, get out of here!" Seeing such a stunning and moving scene, Ouyang Wanrou shouted, twirled the whip in the palm of her hand, and pulled it with all her strength.

At the same time, when he felt that the force of being pulled at his feet had reached its peak, Mu Ziling's mouth curled into a cold smile.

In the next second, she fell backwards, like a spiral, and began to spin dizzyingly.

This process may seem long, but it actually happens in an instant!

Mu Ziling easily broke free from the cross-legged whip, and took advantage of the momentum like a cannonball, and rushed away towards the road ahead.

The state of restraint between the two is like two people pulling a rubber band, the one who is unwilling to let go and pulls with all his strength is the one who is the most injured.

Mu Ziling, who had let go earlier, was nowhere to be seen, while Ouyang Wanrou, who was trying to tear her from the air with all her strength, fell back hard.

The fall was embarrassing and heavy, and Ouyang Wanrou couldn't get up for a long time.

But at this moment, the anger in her heart was far greater than the pain in her buttocks.

Ouyang Wanrou glared bitterly at Ouyang Feiyu, who had just seen her and Mu Ziling fight but was unmoved, and asked through gritted teeth: "Brother, why didn't you kill her, why did you let her go?"

Ouyang Wanrou still doesn't understand why her brother who always loved her didn't avenge her, and didn't teach that vixen severely? Forget it, just now he saw her being bullied and didn't make a move.

The most exasperating thing was that he let Mu Ziling leave safely.

If she had known, she wouldn't have waited obediently, she was so mad at her.

"Why didn't you kill her..." Ouyang Feiyu repeated slowly, then looked away from the direction where Mu Ziling disappeared, looked at Ouyang Wanrou who was sitting on the ground in a panic, and asked back of course: "What did she do? Forgiving, why should I kill her?"

Ouyang Wanrou suddenly looked aggrieved, but her tone became heavier each time: "She bullied me, insulted me, and poisoned me, she deserves to die!"

"Damn it!" Ouyang Feiyu touched his chin and nodded in agreement.

Ouyang Wanrou snorted angrily, and said angrily, "Then why don't you kill her?"

Ouyang Feiyu pursed his lips, and spread his hands innocently: "Look, it's not a momentary mistake that made her disappear, how can I kill her?"

What is a momentary miss? From the beginning to the end, I didn't make a move at all, okay!

Ouyang Wanrou stared at Ouyang Feiyu with displeasure, almost crying: "Brother, I mean just now you..."

"Okay, see if I can kill her next time I have a chance." Ouyang Feiyu waved his hand, and then stretched out his hand to pull Ouyang Wanrou: "Get up quickly."

The ass that fell hard hit the tailbone directly. When Ouyang Wanrou was pulled up, tears fell from the pain of the injured bone, but she did not forget to remind solemnly: "Brother, no matter what, next time You must kill her!"

"Okay, next time!" Ouyang Feiyu nodded helplessly, but a tricky smile flashed in his eyes, which Ouyang Wanrou didn't notice.

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Mu Ziling flew straight, and the way down the mountain didn't stop for a second.

Not long after, she arrived at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Mu Ziling landed and walked on foot.

If possible, she really wanted to whip Ouyang Wanrou just now, but the situation at that time simply did not allow her to do that.

She has learned about Ouyang Feiyu today.

Since everyone likes to fight against her so much, and stalks her as soon as they meet like a snake, then in the future, while strengthening herself, she must hide her strength and bide her time, and finally control her destiny in her own hands in front of her strength.

Mu Ziling lifted the sleeve on his left arm and looked at the imprint of stars that had always been bright and vivid, but now it seemed to be polluted by the god of death, without any purple light.

There are countless surpluses and shortages, and the world is impermanent!

I don't know where will her fate be in the near future? There was a wry smile in Mu Ziling's eyes, and there was a trace of loneliness and loneliness in the smile.

Obviously not afraid of the cold, obviously it has not yet entered winter, the bleak autumn wind with only a little bit of coolness makes Mu Ziling feel inexplicably biting cold.

She shrank her neck, folded her arms and rubbed her arms together, without thinking about it, she ran directly towards Liuheyuan.

...

After walking for a while, Mu Ziling suddenly spotted two hunched bodies not far in front of him, cuddling each other.

They walked forward trembling with difficult steps.

The backs of those two scrupulously snuggling, at first glance they looked like two poor beggars who couldn't return home, their hair was disheveled, and they were covered in mud and dirt. They were countless times more embarrassed than her.

Just seeing the backs of the two little beggars, Mu Ziling felt a sense of warmth in her heart, as if seeing relatives whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

The corners of Mu Ziling's lips slowly curled up into a smile, and she couldn't help but shouted at the two of them: "Long Xiaoze! Qingling..."

The moment her voice fell, the two little beggars in front stopped synchronously, but they remained motionless as if their acupuncture points had been tapped, and they did not turn around for a long time.

The two stood still, not daring to move, but their ears were pricked up, as if they were considering the authenticity of the voice they heard.

Seeing this, Mu Ziling smiled helplessly, and ran towards them.

The two were still frozen and motionless, Mu Ziling reached out from behind, clapped one hand on the shoulder of the other, and pretended to be suspicious: "Is it the two of you?"

Mu Ziling's shoulder pat was not heavy, but it made both of their bodies tremble violently...