Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss

There is a pungent **** smell in the palace. Among the halls, the Qin language is sitting on the throne that symbolizes the emperor's position. The soft and elegant face is like a gentle smile from the past, just the smile. Did not reach the fundus. Eight?? A Chinese network W = W ≤ W ≤. ≤81ZW. COM

Below the main hall, Jiang Chenqing’s disciple of the Tseng Yunzong sat around, their mouths and smiles, and their eyes looked at the people in the middle of the main hall.

The man’s attire was ruined and his head was messy. There were countless large and small wounds on his body. The gorgeous blood ran down the icy marble on the cold marble. The original tall and straight body now curled up and shivered.

The palace people standing in the corner looked at the scene in front of them with fear. They never dreamed that they would suffer such disasters.

"Is it still unwilling to tell where the soul jade is? This is why it is, and the Yunyun and the Shuguo are friendly exchanges. Why do you do such annoying things?" Qin Yu, who sat on the throne, sighed. Like some helpless, looking at the figure like a dead dog lying on the ground.

Mo Xiaoyuan, the new emperor who had just graduated from the country, who should have been admired by the people, has now become the one who has suffered in this hall.

At this time, he did not have a bit of struggling strength, just lying in the cold hall, the face of the handsome, two scars of scars, from the left and right eyebrows, down to the kneeling, fresh The wound is still bleeding, but the pain has been ignored by the ink shallow, because his body, now seems to be swayed with a sword, the pain is fainting.

But Mokyu knew that he would not pass out.

I can't remember how long I have endured this kind of pain. The only thing he remembers is that yesterday morning, the people of the Yunyun sect broke into the palace, forced the retreat of the Manchu martial arts, closed the entrance of the main hall, and took him as the king of this country. The throne was dragged down and forced to administer an unknown poison.

The pain is from that time...

The tendons and tendons were all cut off, the spine was cut off hard, and the body was not knowing how many knives were cut. It was impossible to stick to it for a moment, but the person who poured the clouds had given him a hold. A sober medicine, even if it hurts, he can never faint, and can only suffer from the pain of heartbreaking.

Mo Xiaoyuan wants to laugh, laughs at his innocence, laughs at his stupidity, and everything that is suffered today is not the temptation of his woman?

If you listen to the innocent, then you must start with a strong one. How can he fall into the hands of the Emperor?

However, he really did not think that the world's first major gate, the start is so vicious, even death, can not die.

He thought that Jun was not evil and shot poisonous, but compared with the people who had fallen into the cloud, it was a small witch.

At least, the innocent will never kill the innocent.

Is this the innocent to gamble with yourself?

Do you gamble on whether Yunzong is the first door to be famous, and is the gambling slang so good as he imagined?

The ink shallows swallowed the blood overflowing from the scorpion, and the difficulty of pulling the corners of the mouth, the last trace of the fundus has been painfully tortured, and the smoke disappeared.

"I still refuse to say it?" Qin Yuqi held his chin with one hand, and some impatiently looked at the unspeakable ink shallows. She did not think that the emperor of a small country had the courage to deceive her.