The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

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In the seventh hall, Sheng Chuxin came again, called out Ming Bufan, and whispered in his ear for a while.

"I'll go right away." Ming Bufan nodded seriously and wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Chuxin grabbed his arm, pulled him back, and gave him a hard look.

"What are you going to do, let her go." She whimpered towards the bright room.

What kind of words does a big man go to a woman to settle accounts for such a small injury? It's the most suitable thing for Beiye Ning to do it.

"she?"

Following Sheng Chuxin's gaze, Ming Bufan looked towards the door.

"Princess Ning is Ming Zifan's wife, and now her husband is lying on the bed covered in injuries. As a wife, shouldn't she settle accounts with the culprit?" Sheng Chuxin asked him.

"this……"

Ming Bufan said a word.

It is indeed a good choice for Beiye Ning to go. She is a princess, and she goes out for her husband. Even if the Second Elder comes, she can't blame anything.

"Women, it's inevitable to lose your mind and make mistakes for a while, but you are different." Seeing that he didn't speak, Sheng Chuxin continued.

"Okay, I'll go talk to her." Ming Bufan nodded.

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Outside the eleventh hall, although the plaque of the eleventh hall is doomed to be lost, how can Lanyu Weiyin be reconciled.

At this moment, she was raising her head and staring at the plaque. The words "Eleventh Temple" on it deeply hurt her heart. She wished she could tear Sheng Chuxin to pieces!

"Moon Heart!"

If she hadn't proposed to Hao Jiahai that all the seventy-two halls should participate in the competition, how could she have lost so much, forty-seventh place, she had never been so humiliated in her life.

Everyone is climbing up, but she is the one who fell down so many places all of a sudden!

"Just wait for me, master. One day, I will get back my capital with interest!" She gritted her teeth and said in a hateful voice.

Raising her hand, she smashed the plaque hanging above the gate to vent her hatred.

Anyway, Hao Jiahai had already ordered someone to inform everyone in the Seventy-two Hall that he would remake the plaque himself, and this piece of trash was useless. After following her for so many years, she would not allow it to fall into the hands of others.

"You burn all these powders to ashes!"

Not counting the shock into powder, she also ordered the disciples behind her to burn the powder into ashes, which shows how much hatred she has in her heart at this moment.

The disciples looked at each other and responded.

"yes……"

It's just that before they could finish their response, they felt a gust of wind coming, and immediately after, a white figure knocked several of their disciples into the air.

"Lanyu Weiyin, if you dare to hurt the husband of this princess, this princess will strip you alive!"

Bei Yening's face was full of anger. Although she came here with a purpose, she was really furious, especially when she heard that Lan Yu Weiyin, a bitch, had plotted against her husband.

"Northern night... ah!"

Before Lanyu Weiyin could utter a cry, the long sword in Bei Yening's hand had already sliced ​​across her arm, and blood sprayed out, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

She raised her other uninjured hand, covered the wound, and glared at Bei Yening.

"Princess Ning, what do you want...ah!"

Another burst of sword energy landed on Lanyu Weiyin's chest, and she didn't even have time to react, let alone hide.

"Don't you like to find people to vent to, and like to see others get seriously injured?" The long sword in Bei Yening's hand trembled, and he attacked Lanyu Weiyin again.