MTL - Evil Emperor’s Poisonous Consort: Divine Doctor Young Miss

"Qinger, don't, don't fight, call, call." Woke up again, the three ladies are begging for mercy, and she has been stunned twice by Qinger in half an hour.

"Oh, shameless, how many times have you hit us? Today I let you all come back." Said Qinger raised his right hand, a mouthful, and the raised slap was put down again, after fanning out hundreds of slaps Her palm is swollen... it hurts too much.

"There is a stick over there." The night feathers observed the weather for half an hour and finally recovered.

"Still is smart." Qinger’s fart turned to the corner.

When I heard the night feathers screaming, the three ladies swollen into a slit of eyes and looked desperately, struggling to climb to the night feathers: "Missy, forgive me, as long as you spare me, I can tell your mother's business. Rao, spare me."

The night feathers looked cold and caught the hair of the three ladies: "Well? Say clearly!"

The three ladies gasped and said vaguely: "I tell you, you want to let me go, let me go."

"To tell the truth, I won't kill you." Night Yu's eyes are deep and terrible.

The three ladies mischievously grinned: "It’s the seven emperors who sent people, killed your mother..."

For five minutes, the three ladies just finished the matter.

"There is still!" The night feathers show tight fists, seven emperors,

"The family once said that after three months of family testing, once you don't pass, you will officially expel the family..." The three ladies looked at the cold eyes of the night feathers, and the voice became smaller and smaller.

"Very good, after three months, I will send you a big gift." Night Yu slaps a palm on the back of the lady, this hand is extremely clever. Not wanting her life, it will only make her foolish for a lifetime.

"Qinger, go and wake up the few dead old moms." This is so chaotic, the night feathers certainly will not clean up.

Are you dead? When Qing Er heard the young lady's words, the old man, walking with his stick in his hand, walked toward the wall: "Get up, dare to die with this."

Snapped! Snapped!

The stick in his hand hit the back of the two old mothers.

"Oh!" The two old mothers ran to the night feathers.

"Missy, forgive me." The old mother squatted on the floor.

The night feathers kicked out with two feet in a lightning bolt, cleverly squatting on the dead hole of the old mother: "Gather me the yard and clean it up!"

"Yes, yes, the old slaves will roll, and this will roll." The two old mothers dragged the stupid three ladies and several bodies to escape.

Qinger is in a hurry: "Miss, just let them go back..."

The night feathers went to the thatched cottage, leaving a faint sentence: "They live for half an hour."

A touch of aura flashed from the palm of the night, and a dozen dishes appeared on the table.

Qing Er entered the house and widened his eyes: "Miss, this, these!"

The night feathers did not pay attention to the children, and they took the wooden stools and ate them.

"Hey, miss, you give me a chicken leg." Qinger had been hungry for a long time, and he couldn’t help but swollen and palm.

A table of food, despite the two people gorging, still more than half.

"Miss, what do we do next?" Qinger did not ask why the lady became so powerful. She felt that if the young lady wanted to say it, she would definitely tell herself.

"Go to the brothel!" The night feathers answered very simply.

"Ah?" Qinger quickly put down the chicken bones in his hand and walked to the side of the night feathers. One hand touched the forehead of the night feathers, one hand touched his forehead and whispered, "Is there a fever?"

Snapped.

The night feathers screamed and laughed at the small hand on his forehead: "You will know when you arrive, stay in the inn tonight."

Call -

Qinger patted her little chest and was shocked. She thought that Miss really wanted to live in a brothel.

"But Miss, we only have two copper plates, and it’s so expensive to stay in the inn..." Qinger whispered the economic situation of the night feathers.