Demon King: Peerless Poison Concubine

Prime Minister Zuo stared at Murong Yue, and he almost suspected that she had been switched!

If she hadn't been watched all the time, if it hadn't been for the wound on her, it hadn't been possible to make a fake. He really wanted to check it. It seems that he persecuted her too much.

Thinking about this, Prime Minister Zuo Xing instructed people, "Come here. Put the young lady downand return to the room for a good rest." Zuo Xiang left without looking back.

He was obviously angry.

When she had been put down, Murong Yue stretched, and she felt the pain that made her want to jump. It was very painful.

Because of her pain, she didn't want to be hurt anymore , and it was natural. She was Stronger than anyone. Miss Murong Yue. As the ace agent in the organization, I really did not expect to be in a situation like today!

She was first plotted against by the bitches and then traversed to this weird place. but. The only thing that can be called is good is living a normal life in the future.

Once she. Just thinking about being able to leave the organization. Then marry an ordinary person and give birth to a child who is nothing like her. Then spend a lifetime with the person.

Now, Anyway she has freedom. Just wait for the wishes of the original owner to be fulfilled. She can find someone to marry and then fulfill her wish.

Think of it this way. Murong Yue only felt that the wounds on her body were not so unbearable. For a while, She couldn't help laughing, but with this smile, She opened her cracked lips, her blood stained her lips, making her look a little more magical.

The steward waiting here, looking at Murong Yue, could not help but take a breath. With a little respect that he didn't understand himself, he said to Murong Yue: "Miss, please go back with the old slave."

The sandalwood urn made a simple, white bed in the simple room, highlighting the simplicity of the room. In the huge boudoir, there were no other things except a few gold urns on the dressing table.

The woman half leaned against the wooden bed. There was no expression on the pale face. A little girl with red eyes was sitting beside her.

At this moment the little girl was bandaging her wounds. Not far away, the doctor is writing a prescription.

The little girl's dressing method is very good. She is used to dressing the original owner. Murong Yue listened casually to the doctor's instructions to the housekeeper not far away.

"Even if the wound on the young lady's face is healed, I'm afraid there will still be scars. How could your government leave scars on the young lady's face?" The doctor's brows frowned. The doctor's heart made him a little angry for her sake.

A thin girl's house saw all the bones hit, and it was not easy to survive. For a while, I brought some questions.

The steward said embarrassingly, "This ... is an accident. Doctor, if you say that, the old slave will tell the uncle, thank you, doctor, today." Then, the steward went to give away.

In the room, the little girl couldn't help crying when she heard that Murong Yue's face would be scarred.

The little girl's cry made Murong Yue unable to bear the headache.

After she came back from Chaifang, according to the ancient algorithm, there were almost three hours. This girl, she didn't love crying!

"Xinger, don't cry." Murong Yue swallowed and tried to comfort her as gently as possible. Nothing else, just because this girl is the only one who is willing to distress for the original owner.

"Miss, my poor lady, what are you going to do in the future?" Xinger twitched, looking at the bandage on Murong Yue's left face, thinking of the wound that had been seen deep in the bones before, and was in despair.