The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

Especially that Ming Jue, who was standing aside with a pale face at the moment, was terrified by fright.

Sui Baiyan has already left, and the Seventh Palace has to deal with internal affairs, so he is naturally not easy to intervene, so he briefly explained to Ming Bufan what he saw.

"Tell me, what do you want to do to this deity's disciples?" Ming Bufan stared at the two female disciples coldly, and asked them to start the operation first.

As for Li Yingen, his mouth was sealed by him, and he couldn't say anything.

The two female disciples were escorted along the way, and they were already so frightened that their whole bodies became weak. At this moment, they were kneeling on the ground, their upper and lower lips were fighting.

"No, no, disciple, I didn't do anything, Master Bufan, please forgive me, I didn't do it." A female disciple trembled and kept shaking her head.

She couldn't say that if Li Yingen confessed, she would no longer be able to stay in St. Cloud College.

She spent so much effort and suffered so much to get into St. Cloud Academy. She absolutely cannot be kicked out of the academy just because she made such a small mistake.

"You didn't do it, how did the disciple of the deity get hurt?!" Ming Bufan roared.

Raising his hand, he pointed to Xing Liaomu who was sitting on a chair beside him with a white cloth wrapped around his head.

To him, Xing Liaomu is not so much a disciple as a son. He is the first disciple he accepts after entering Qinglong Academy, and his feelings are naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought Xing Liaomu with him when he returned to the Dark Night Sacred Land.

All the disciples present were startled by Ming Bufan's roar, especially the two female disciples in front of him trembled all over. Li Yingen also stared at Ming Bufan in horror.

"Hiss, master, please keep your voice down, it hurts my brain." Xing Liaomu was also startled by his sudden roar.

It's all because he used too much force just now, and now he smashed his head. There will be a competition tomorrow, and he doesn't know if he can play, he is really pissed off.

When Ming Bufan heard his words, he took out a porcelain bottle and recruited a disciple.

"Give your brother a pill."

"Yes, Master." The disciple took the order and walked to Xing Liaomu's side.

"Who gave this jar of wine? Tell me!" Ming Bufan took out a wine jar and waved it in front of the two female disciples.

"hiss!"

Seeing the wine jar, the female disciple on the left took a deep breath and glanced at Li Yingen intentionally or unintentionally.

She clearly remembered that she told the female disciple next to her to put away the wine jar that Xing Liaomu drank, how could it be...

She glanced at Xing Liaomu again. Although she was scared to death, she already understood it.

It was Xing Liaomu. He thought early in the morning that they had teamed up to set him up. That's why he was reluctant to walk on that path. Isn't it her illusion?

"The disciple said, yes, it was Senior Sister Yingen who asked us to put this altar of wine beside Senior Brother Liao Mu. Yuqing San was poured into the wine."

Knowing that she couldn't escape, even if she didn't say anything, Xing Liaomu knew it clearly, so she could only confess to Li Yingen.

"Senior Sister Ying En said... that she likes Senior Brother Liao Mu very much and wants to take advantage of this opportunity to recruit him as her husband-in-law. This disciple is the only one who helps her."

Yuqingsan is a kind of medicine that can make people hallucinate. Simply put, it can make Xing Liaomu see the woman in front of him, no matter who she is, she looks like her beloved.