Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

kill him?

Will Yu Wenhao die? How can it be? Hehe, this is simply the greatest joke in the world!

Long Xiaoyu's words made Yu Wenhao unbelievable, a trace of fear emerged in his heart, and he felt extremely ridiculous.

Although he was thinking with such disdain and sarcasm, at this time, Yu Wenhao already had the idea of ​​slipping away again in his mind.

Moreover, the idea of ​​wanting to leave was extremely strong, as if it was deeply ingrained in his mind, he really had to leave!

Actions often come faster than thoughts.

While changing the idea of ​​slipping away, Yu Wenhao had already bent his legs and submerged his whole body into the river.

What he didn't know was that Yu Wenhao's cat-like cautious behavior was not so much that he wanted to leave, but rather that he was afraid of death and wanted to escape.

At this moment, the water in the river is still turbid due to the waves that happened not long ago, and the turbidity is endless.

As if no one noticed it, Yu Wenhao disappeared as soon as he dived into the river.

But who knows, when Yu Wenhao was submerged in the river and couldn't see him at all, and when he was diving deep in the water, he thought that he would be able to swim along the river smoothly——

I saw that Long Xiaoyu didn't know when Ling Leng's gaze had been fixed on the river that was still rippling with waves, and there was an evil cold light and murderous aura in his eyes.

I saw him holding Mu Ziling with one hand, and wielding the wind blade with the other.

The windblade golden thread carries a stern and chilly aura, and there seems to be a streamer flashing across the air, the cold light is shining, bleak and fierce.

In an instant, on the calm and waveless river, under the flashing thunderbolt of the wind blade and golden thread, the waves rolled and the waves were rough.

The sound of the vast tide suddenly awakened Qingling and Ghost, who were still in a daze because of Long Xiaoyu's words just now.

They heard the reputation and looked--

I saw Yu Wenhao, who was lurking in the river at this moment and was about to swim, was suddenly swept up by a big wave.

The huge wave carried Yu Wenhao, swaying back and forth like a swing.

At this moment, Yu Wenhao's panicked state is even worse than Mu Ziling's previous confrontation with the water flow, even worse than her panicked state.

However, after being shaken by the waves for a while, Yu Wenhao suddenly gathered his strength and jumped back to the shore.

"Long Xiaoyu, do you really want to do it?" Yu Wenhao clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed, his eyes were almost sunken from the beating, staring at Long Xiaoyu and the others, like a scurrying poisonous snake, fierce and terrifying.

Long Xiaoyu's eyes as deep as sharp swords flashed a shallow and cool ironic smile, as if he was looking at an idiot, he said lightly: "Damn you!"

The three simple words, understated, are like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and they will be sentenced to death in an instant.

Yu Wenhao's heart trembled suddenly.

Now he deeply understands that Long Xiaoyu really wants to take his life!

Once or twice I wanted to leave silently, but I just couldn't.

If he doesn't try to find a chance to escape, either he will really be played to death by Long Xiaoyu, or he will die tragically in the end.

Yu Wenhao's eyes suddenly drifted to Mu Ziling who was in Long Xiaoyu's arms, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and he immediately had an idea in his heart.

That's right, now this stinky girl is Long Xiaoyu's weakness and soft spot, as long as he takes her under the knife, there is still a great chance of escape.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenhao felt a ruthless light in his heart.

He suddenly raised his hand and made a move.

Immediately, a fierce punch from the air shot towards Mu Ziling in Long Xiaoyu's arms.

But they didn't know that Yu Wenhao's blatant attack on Mu Ziling was simply speeding up his death.

Long Xiaoyu's beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He moved nimbly and gently led Mu Ziling to dodge the punch that came from the air.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyu's expression was cold and arrogant, and the fierce arrogance emanating from his body became more and more domineering, making people daunting.

In the next second, the golden thread of the wind blade controlled by him, like a sharp wind blade, shot towards Yu Wenhao fiercely with a resolute killing intent.

The bone-piercing and icy wind blade is as powerful as a bamboo, and it is murderous.

Even if Yu Wenhao can avoid this unstoppable move, he will definitely be seriously injured.

But who knew, at this moment, Long Xiaoyu's astonishingly picturesque eyebrows frowned slightly.

In the next second, the slender fingertips of his hand holding Mu Ziling and the hand controlling the Wind Blade Jinsi trembled almost invisibly.

This precise and ruthless move seems to have shifted.

As everyone knows, at the moment when Long Xiaoyu's expression fluctuated slightly, Mu Ziling, who was in the arms of the guard, woke up.

Mu Ziling, who had been firmly protected all the time, had her head pressed against Long Xiaoyu's strong and muscular chest, and she could always hear his strong heartbeat in a coma.

However, such a rhythmic heartbeat only lasted for a short while before it began to become chaotic, which also made Mu Ziling, who was in a coma, subconsciously uneasy.

Mu Ziling was tortured to the point of unconsciousness by the cold thorns, but at this moment she was awakened by the cold that tightly wrapped her body.

chill……

This is the familiar chill, the chill that can make her heart tremble with tingling pain.

Mu Ziling's long black and curly eyelashes trembled, and his tightly closed eyelids slowly opened, and he was directly facing Long Xiaoyu's handsome and stern face, which was so seductive that it made people hold their breath.

However, if you look closely——

At this moment, the corners of Long Xiaoyu's straight lips turned slightly white, and between the beautiful and delicate brows, there seemed to be a slight wrinkle in pain, and a cool gleam floated on the full forehead.

Before Mu Ziling had a good look at the man in front of him, and before he woke up from the stupor, a voice came from his ear.

I saw...

At the moment when his fingertips trembled slightly, the fierce wind blade shot out from Long Xiaoyu's hand was barely dodged by Yu Wenhao's figure.

That's right, not only did he dodge barely, but he did so effortlessly.

But even so, Yu Wenhao's arm was still cut with a bloodstain not deep and not shallow by the fierce wind blade, and blood gushed out immediately.

However, such a little injury is harmless to Yu Wenhao.

Because compared to his swollen pig's head and face, this injury is as small as a sesame mung bean.

So, Yu Wenhao, who just dodged the wind blade, was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

There was an undisguised mockery in his smile: "Hey, the legendary wind blade and golden thread is nothing more than that, how powerful this palace master thinks! Look at the trick!"

Hearing Yu Wenhao's arrogant laughter suddenly, Mu Ziling thought about it, and then he came to his senses, and understood what's going on with the current situation.

Long Xiaoyu and Yu Wenhao are fighting!

Mu Ziling, who had just woken up, was still in a blur of thoughts in her mind, and she couldn't help but think of anything more.

But now, she clearly knew that this battle was definitely an easy one for Long Xiaoyu.

But now... Long Xiaoyu's heart aches!

Knowing clearly what pain the illness would bring to Long Xiaoyu, Mu Ziling suddenly felt uneasy and worried.

But at this moment, Mu Ziling couldn't think about it for a second.

As soon as Yu Wenhao's mocking words fell, a wind-controlling swordsmanship suddenly appeared in his hand.

Harnessing the wind and swordsmanship hunts the wind, and every wind technique seems to carry an elite aura of wind.

Fengmang is as sharp as a cold sword.

Immediately, a row of Wind Controlling Swordsmanship stabbed towards Long Xiaoyu and the others fiercely.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyu's expression flickered slightly, and his brows frowned slightly.

Back then, when he was chasing Leng Nanzi, his heartache broke out once.

It's just that at that time, it was the time to tune the tiger away from the mountain, so he suppressed it with his thoughts, and he could move without any influence.

But he didn't expect that he would do it again this time. At this moment, he tried his best to suppress the pain, but it bounced back and hurt even worse, even more so when he used his internal strength.

Adding the one that was suppressed before to the one now, one can imagine how intense the pain would be.

Long Xiaoyu knew that the battle must be resolved quickly!

If not...he would never allow the result that would happen.

Suffering great pain in his heart, Long Xiaoyu's Bing Mo's eyes were still as sharp as a falcon, and there was a cold hostility and chill in his eyes.

Just at the very moment when the wind-controlling swordsmanship was approaching and flashing in front of his eyes, Long Xiaoyu suddenly moved the wind blade golden thread in his hand.

In an instant, the cold windblade gold thread that seemed to be able to kill people was conjured up in Long Xiaoyu's hands by an imposing dragon-shaped phantom.

Suddenly, there was a roar like a dragon's chant in the sky.

"Om—"

The roar of the dragon's roar was deafening, and the sound stopped the clouds.

This piercing dragon's chant, which could almost resound through the heaven and earth, immediately broke the wind-controlling swordsmanship stabbed by Yu Wenhao in mid-air, and disappeared immediately.

Dragon Yin?

The bodies of Qingling and Guiying both shuddered almost invisibly.

When Yu Wenhao heard the sound, and saw that his attack was broken without attacking, he was suddenly terrified.

how come?

what happened?

Yu Wenhao was stunned, unbelievable.

At this moment, everyone's attention was on the sound of the dragon chant, only Mu Ziling was still staring at Long Xiaoyu with weak eyes.

Long Xiaoyu in front of him was still domineering and awe-inspiring, but the crystal light flashing on his forehead became more dazzling in Mu Ziling's eyes.

Even, the crystal light had begun to gather into dense beads on his forehead, and the color of his lips had completely faded, forming a lifeless line.

The whole body was full of power and aura, making Long Xiaoyu seem to have no abnormality at all, but Mu Ziling in his arms could feel it clearly.

She clearly felt that Long Xiaoyu's body must be enduring great pain right now, even more severe than the recurrence of pain.

Being firmly protected by Long Xiaoyu, Mu Ziling was anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

But it is said that the sound of dragon chant rises.

At this moment, high above the sky, there is a phantom dragon formed by the cold light, and the dragon dances and hovers in the sky.

While circling, the mighty dragon is mighty, swallowing clouds and blowing out fog.

The majestic and radiant shocking momentum is so cold that it seems that every second can put people in a place of eternal doom, and they will never live forever.

Qing Ling and Gui Ying just watched from the sidelines, with bursts of horror in their hearts, which could not be calmed down for a long time...