Dongfang Ling held her hand and stabbed the arrow directly into Ni Shangyu's own heart. The hatred in her heart grew wildly, "You are responsible for it." She gritted her teeth and said that she was a little bit small for Ni Shangyu.

The sympathy of Ni Shangyu had already disappeared as Ni Shangyu stabbed the poisonous arrow into the body of the Ninth Prince.

Zhang Jiren quickly checked Murong An's wound and said, "This is a hundred-day disc, a very rare poison. Let's go to the clinic. Ling'er, hurry up and kill her with one sword to avoid future troubles."

Dongfang Ling scratched Ni Shangyu's face with the tip of the sword: "Just let her die so easily? I wish she could be cut into pieces!"

Zhang Jiren asked the Lei Ding brothers to set up Murong An: "It's too late, the poison on the prince's body is about to attack."

Murong An looked at Ni Shangyu calmly: "Ling'er, just make sure to kill her and just use one sword to seal the throat."

Ni Shangyu smiled charmingly and sadly: "Prince, you are so kind to me, you are so worried."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Ling cut her throat with a sword, not soft-hearted or hesitant, even her beloved person could use such a vicious hand. It was so terrible! Dongfang Yu came over to confirm that she stopped breathing and repaired her body again

After a few blows, I was afraid that she would be a fraud to death.

"Let's go, let's go to the nearest clinic." Zhang Jiren shouted, and the six people rushed to the clinic and met Rong Yanran and others unexpectedly.

When Rong Yanran saw that the Ninth Prince was being carried by them, her face turned pale. She was surprised and asked worriedly: "Master, what's wrong with the Ninth Prince?"

"I was stabbed by Ni Shangyu and was hit by the '100-day butterfly'." Zhang Jiren answered, and placed the Ninth Prince on the recliner. "I saw that two people were hit by the arrow just now, but now there is an extra solution.

Medicine?" The Seventh Prince took pills to cure hundreds of poisons on the spot. Naturally, there would be no major happening. He believed that his beloved disciple must also prepare the medicine for the secret guards.

"Master, yes, I'll get it right away." Rong Yanran didn't have time to ask any questions, and immediately ran to bring a bowl of medicine over. She accidentally met Murong Xuan's eyes and found that he was enduring unhappiness and jealousy under his understanding gaze.

Rong Yanran hesitated for less than a second and handed the medicine bowl in her hand to Dongfang Ling who was waiting beside the Ninth Prince: "Ling'er, thank you for your hard work."

Sure enough, Murong Xuan's expression stretched from the inside out. What she didn't notice was that Murong An, who was lying with anticipation, had obviously dimmed his eyes at this moment, and he let Dongfang Ling feed her medicine.

"Master, the Ninth Prince is fine after taking the medicine. Please take care of me. I have something to do with the Seventh Prince, and I will leave now." Even though I was worried about the Ninth Prince, she didn't want to make the Ninth Prince sad, since she couldn't join hands with her.

When you are old, you will be heartless and let him give up completely. Only in this way can he discover someone who is truly suitable for him and is worthy of his love.

"Seventh Prince, let's go and see that pockmarked face." Rong Yanran was the first to walk out of the clinic after saying that. Although she did not look back, she could still feel the angry eyes of the Dongfang brothers, like a ray of light on her back. Murong Xuan hurriedly chased after her.

go out.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman, never leaving each other. Murong An looked at the backs of the two who left side by side and smiled bitterly. Yan'er, I no longer have any thoughts about you. Do you refuse to give me the care of a friend?
Chapter completed!