murderous look!

From the Saintess Zongheng spewed out: "You are right!"

"This saint is here to capture her and take her back to the bridal chamber."

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

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

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

"If you want to taste him, you have to wait until I finish playing with him."

"Hahaha......"

Iljimae sneered again and again: "Zongheng Demon Girl, you want to take advantage of him, right?"

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

Iljimae said disdainfully: "The arrogant and evil aura in you is too strong. I can't even pretend that I don't know you!"

Saint Zongheng thrust out her sword: "Who are you?"

Yizhimae refused to dodge: "What do you think?"

A moment.

The two women are fighting together, and they are indistinguishable and indistinguishable.

Blood slowly appeared on the white snow.

Sword, if you touch it, you will die or become disabled.

Soon after.

The snow was bloody red.

Saint Zongheng covered her bleeding chest and hurried away with the support of her subordinates: "Girl in white, we have made a living!"

"Just wait, this saint will come back."

"You wait."

Lunch time.

On the carriage.

Yi Zhimei appeared in front of Xia Tian covered in blood, and wolfed down the noodles: "King Huangzhou, I just had a fight with the demon girl from the Zongheng School, and both sides were injured!"

"But she will come back."

"And I was struck by the demonic girl's red evil palm. I have to go to the medical saint to heal my wounds. I can no longer protect you."

"So, wish yourself well!"

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

Yizhimei glanced at him: "You don't have the inner family's true energy, so you can't heal injuries caused by the true energy!"

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

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

Xia Tian raised his hand: "I swear to God, I have absolutely no other thoughts!"

"In the eyes of doctors, there is no distinction between men and women among injured people!"

Of course, Yiljimae knew that Xia Tian had excellent medical skills and was able to heal war wounds that even the military doctors in the imperial capital could not heal.

Her face flushed, and she shyly took off her white coat, then untied the red string around her neck, covered the two lumps of greasy white with her hands, and slid down slowly... A red palm print appeared in Xia Tian's eyes.

Right on her chest.

Ichiumei bit her red lips lightly with her teeth: "That witch also took a blow from me in this position!"

"It won't be a pleasant experience even if I think about it!"

Xia Tian took out the silver needles and inserted them into her body one by one with her fingers flying to seal the blood vessels around the palm prints.

Silver needle seals acupoints!

The pain is unbearable!

Iljimae was shaking with pain: "Be gentle!"

"pain!"

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

Suddenly.

A foul smelling blood burst out of the flesh.

Summer is already prepared!

He picked up the white cloth next to him and wiped Yiljimae: "Bear the pain!"

"I'll suck out the poisonous blood for you with my mouth first, don't think too much!"

shock!

The beautiful eyes of Yijimai were full of shock!

A handsome young man wants to use his mouth to take drugs on her white chest and tells her not to think too much... She can't do it!

Xia Tian saw her hesitant expression: "I swear to God, I have no frivolous intentions. I just want to heal your wounds."

suddenly.

Iljimae covered her chest with her dress, her eyes full of shyness: "I can handle the poisonous blood myself!"

"Then, I'll go find the medical saint to treat the internal injuries!"

"Take care!"

She thought for a while and added: "Now, your saintly aspirations and kingly words have spread throughout the imperial capital."

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

"You have to be careful!"

Xia Tian's eyes narrowed: "Why do they want to come to me?"

Iljimae reluctantly explained: "Your Majesty, people's wisdom also has levels!"

"From low to high, they are divided into ordinary, excellent, extraordinary, sub-sage and saint!"

"The first generation of scholars from hundreds of schools of thought, the most intelligent ones, were nothing more than sub-sages."

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

"Even the strongest Confucianism and Taoism are incomplete."

"So, for hundreds of years, hundreds of schools of thought have hoped to cultivate saints with boundless wisdom, perfect their doctrines, and become the supreme among the hundreds of schools of thought, so that they can spread their knowledge to the world and be famous throughout the ages."

"Now, as soon as your ambition to be a saint and your tyrannical words are revealed, everyone in the world will say that you are a saint on the outside and a king on the inside, with extraordinary wisdom and the appearance of a saint."

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could hold you in my hand and let your wisdom be used by them to help them supplement their incomplete theories?"

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

"Believe me... there are some witches in each faction who want to throw themselves into your arms and give you a son so that they can be entangled with you for the rest of their lives!"

"You must have determination!"

"You must control your lower body!"

Finished.

She threw herself into the forest like a baby, threw herself out of the carriage, and disappeared.

Xia Tian quickly opened the curtain and came out: "Where are the people?"

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

Xia Tian's eyes were complicated: "Did you hear what she just said?"

Zhao Zichang panicked: "No!"

"Answer truthfully!"

"I heard it!"

"Without my internal energy, 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 can you teach me about martial arts?"

"Hey hey hey..."

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