Unbridled Medical Expert Consort: Demon Prince, Be Good

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Until the passing of the child, there is no sign of any assassin night attack.

Everyone was very emotional from the beginning of the morning, and it was very laborious. At this point, it was a little tired and relaxed. Nangong Qingzheng was ready to check it again, and then went to rest, but suddenly heard the noise coming from afar, everyone felt bad.

In a hurry out of the courtyard, Nangong Qing saw a raging fire, not far from the red, and it looked like white. There is also a vague voice, noisy vocals, like fighting fire.

"Not good! It seems to be the direction of the abbot quiet room!" A monk responsible for taking care of them suddenly began to exclaim.

"Not good!" Several monks also reacted. They refused to take Luo Qingyi and others, and quickly took the bucket of water and rushed to the place where the fire broke.

Luo Qingyi did not fall asleep, now I heard the cry for help outside, and quickly got up.

When I went out, I saw Yongan at the door. When she saw her, she quickly reported it. "Miss, it seems that there is a fire in the quiet room. Now people are going to fight the fire."

"Go, go and see." Luo Qingyi took Yongan and hurried to the fire.

Not waiting for them to approach, they saw that the quiet room was already a raging fire, and a group of monks were fighting fire. The scene was chaotic, and some were eager to save the fire. Some mouths still read: "Amitabha, the Buddha bless, the abbot, the heavens, must be safe..."

A basin of water and a bucket of water poured into the fire, rolling smoke rising into the sky, a root beam gradually collapsed, every time a little movement will cause the exclamation of countless people, and even some people want to directly rush in.

However, the fire was too great. Several monks rushed to the door, and they were forced back by the flames. For a time, everyone was anxious and could only put out the fire first.

Looking at everything in front of him, Luo Qing’s heart sinks. If the master of the Yunyun is really in the quiet room, I am afraid that there will be more and more fierce.

After a little half an hour, the open fire of the quiet room was finally extinguished.

The faint soot is in the sky, surrounded by a strong fireworks flavor, mixed with a pungent smell, obviously a fire oil!

"Miss, the quiet room was poured with oil, otherwise it would not be so difficult to extinguish." Yongan said.

Nodded, Luo Qingyi did not speak, only watching the people of Puji Temple rushed in, looking around for the traces of Master Yunyun. In the courtyard, I prayed for the blessing of heaven. I hope that the abbot will be lucky to survive. Countless people are waiting anxiously, hoping to get good news.

"Master! Master!" But I couldn't do it. Suddenly, there was a cry from the crowds in the quiet room.

"Master, you can't leave us!"

"Master..."

Luo Qingying heard the crowds in the quiet room, and they understood that the master of the idle cloud had already encountered unexpected events. Her heart was tight, her eyes closed silently, thinking of the immortal state of the Master Yunyun, but now she is so bad, can not help but sigh, hands folded in front of her chest.

"Amitabha……"

The people who waited outside the quiet room heard the crying of the monks, and they were astonished.

Nangong Qing can't believe it: "Is it true that the Master of Leisure Cloud is not tested? No?"

However, for a moment, several monks carried out a charred body, which was completely unrecognizable and twisted, and the appearance was unrecognizable. From afar, it has almost become coke, and the body has become a weird distorted state. It is simply terrible.

Enduring the discomfort of the heart, Luo Qingyi went forward to see if it was a free cloud master.

So suddenly, she is almost unwilling to accept this fact.

"This corpse is so badly destroyed, how can it be sure that it is the master of the idle cloud?" In front of the crowd, Luo Qing frowned and wanted to see a little clue.

Zhiyuan’s hands clasped together, but she stopped her, first gave a gift, and then said: “Losch Lord, no.”

He was so sad that he couldn't help himself. He paused and eased his grief. He said: "The quiet room is the place where the abbot practiced. The abbot has always been disturbed when he does not like to practice, so no one else enters the quiet room. Now that there is a fire in the quiet room, there is only one body inside, so it is impossible to be someone else. It must be an abbot."

Originally, there were still some people who were lucky, thinking that the body was seriously damaged, and it was not certain that it was the body of Master Yunyun. But now I heard that Master Zhiyuan said so, and suddenly he died.

The monks are no longer lucky, and they burst into tears.

"Oh..." Luo Qingying was also the words of Zhiyuan, which dispelled doubts in his heart.

"Amitabha, I hope the master will go all the way, and go to the bliss early." Luo Qingyi also folded his hands together, then turned and bowed to the body of the master.

Su Yi on the side is also sad, and his face is more ugly.

Because of the habits of the Queen Mother, Su Yi also gradually learned to worship the Buddha, and in addition to the good heart, it is also very revered for the Master of Leisure. I didn't expect her to come to Puji Temple for a few days. The generation of sages turned out to be immortal, and it was her sake. Suddenly saw such a terrible body, Su Yi could hardly bear it.

Touching her forehead, she felt dizzy and almost fell on the spot.

Nangong Qing quickly helped her: "What's the matter, don't worry? You don't want to be sad, your body has not recovered, you can't be so sad."

"If it weren't for me, the master wouldn't..." Su Yi whimpered and blamed herself.

"Don't think so much, the master is unpredictable is God's will, how to say is your responsibility? I will definitely find the latter, revenge for the master, Su Yi, you must take care of your body, or I..." Nangong Qing comforted Su Yi, she helped her to rest in the room, and told the pearl to take care of her.

The situation is getting more and more urgent, and the master of the idle cloud has an accident, and the means of the other party are becoming more and more vicious and more and more unexpected. Even if Nangong is the West Chudi, there is a strong sense of powerlessness. There are a few people around him, and he has enough strength in his heart!

"Green, now the black people are afraid that they are ready to act. What can you do?" Nangong Qing frowned, looking at Luo Qingying, wanting to hear her analysis of her current situation and her from her mouth. plan.

Luo Qingyi just shook his head and licked his lips. "Now we have limited strength. We don't have enough control over the situation of the black people. We can't act rashly. We can only be as careful as possible, and wait for Yuan Xing to rescue the soldiers. It is estimated that they are bright. We can get there. We can wait until dawn, and if we have foreign aid, we can turn to safety."

"But there are still more than two hours from dawn. I am worried that they will cover up the night and cover up again."

Luo Qingying still wants to say something, but she does not wait for her to speak again. "Ah!" A scream called off the conversation between them.

It was the direction of the crowd gathering, and then I heard the fighting sound of the knife and the knife, and the sound of cry for help. Unexpectedly, while they were discussing, there was a group of black people attacking.

The Puji Temple monks had all had martial arts, but they had just experienced the tremendous blow to the abbot’s death. The spiritual sustenance collapsed. Facing the fierce attack of the black people, the monks retreated and soon appeared. More than 10 people were killed or injured.

When Yongan saw the black man killing, he quickly guarded Luo Qingyu and Nangong in front of the body: "Miss, go! You will be able to protect you!"

Nangong Qingxin’s head was anxious, and he hesitated to Suyi’s room with a slight hesitation. However, for a moment, the Xiu Xiuzhu in the Oriental Butterfly Room also noticed the attack of the black man, and helped the oriental butterfly to escape. All the people worked together to protect the women such as Luo Qingying in the middle, and repaired Zhu Nangong Qing and other guards on the periphery, and united a group of guards to counterattack.

"That's them! Kill!" One of the black men is like a head-collar, screaming at the command.

The portraits of black people rushed in the direction of them, and suddenly they glanced at them. There were almost twenty or thirty people, and they were fierce in the night, just like death.

"Miss carefully!" Yongan exclaimed, another hand back, a sword directly tied to a black man who pounced on them, the blood directly sprayed over, bringing out the rich **** smell in the air. Yongan has another sideways, blocking the blood from the spray, and not letting it be contaminated by Luo Qingying and others.

Nangong Qing, Yongan and Yan Xiuzhu are all good. If they are alone with the black people, they will not be afraid. But now the number of them is too different. A black man fell down, and then another one rushed up, and the moves were fierce, and everyone seemed to be afraid of death.

Yongan and others are gradually four-handed and difficult to attack. In the face of such a large number of black people, it seems that they are continually falling, and it is becoming more and more difficult to cope.

Luo Qingying sees it now, and is even more worried. Now Yuan Xing’s reinforcements are definitely not coming, and Nangong Qing, Yong’an and Yan Xiuzhu are so afraid that they have little strength left. If they can’t turn things around again, I am afraid that it is not good.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, picking up Luo Qing’s hair, and his hair passed over his eyes, causing Luo Qing to get up and go. Suddenly, her heart moved, this wind is just right, I can use this wind to do some articles.

On the move, Luo Qingyi touched the body and the palm of his hand had pinched a powder. This is what she carries with her, and all kinds of emergency life-saving things, if used well, may play a good role.

At this moment, a black man escaped Yong'an's trick, and rushed over to Luo Qingyu. Luo Qingyi had already prepared for it, and took the opportunity to spill the powder.

The effect was wonderful, not only the black man in front of him, but also a gust of wind, and immediately fainted a few black people next to him. Even if it was separated by a face towel, it did not block the power of the powder. After a few plops, the pressure of Yongan and others was reduced.

"Be careful, don't get close to her!" The black man shouted and stepped back.

The black man who fell to the ground was not only a coma, but it was in a state of convulsions for a moment, curling up his body, like a cooked shrimp, and his body showed a strange gesture, watching the hearts of black people around. One sinks.

Looking at the eyes, the black man’s head stared at Luo Qing’s head and his heart was wide.

I knew that Chu Wang’s method was good. Not only was the medical skill high, but the poison was even more difficult to prevent. Although the master has long reminded them, but seeing it with their own eyes, there is still a sense of shock.