(Thank you for the boy's support from the Tang Gate!) O(∩_∩)O~）

"Nine watches, do you want to 'turn bones into charm' for yourself?"

Rujin's face turned pale, and she was afraid to the extreme. If her skin and flesh are gone, they are all added by Jiu Geng, but she doesn't know if Jiu Geng can buy them for herself.

The arm was rotten like this, and only Rujin knew what kind of extreme pain it was. Rujin felt more and more useless about himself, except for asking questions, there was no way to do it.

She has always been very strong, even when she mends her skin and flesh, she grits her teeth and endures it, and never sheds tears. At this time, somehow, looking at the bloody and miserable appearance of Jiu Watch, tears couldn't help it, and rolled down from his eyes.

"Useless stuff!" There was a scolding from the quilt, and then I saw Jiu Mingmei suddenly lift the quilt and sit up, looking cold and stubborn. She waved the bone of her right arm and sneered: "This idea is a small injury, what is there to be afraid of, cry a lot!" ”

After that, Jiu Mingmei recited a trick, which caused a strong wind outside the house, and many plum blossoms blew from nowhere, condensing on the bones of his right arm. One after another, piled to the brim.

"Stop!" Jiu Mingmei muttered, "Don't make your arms thicker." ”

The remaining plum blossoms listened to the order and obediently turned back the way they came.

Jiu Mingmei blew lightly on the arms full of plum blossoms, and the petals trembled and turned into pieces of skin, pink and snow-white, smooth and translucent. This resurrected skin is even better than the original.

Seeing this, Rujin's anxious little heart could be regarded as resting for a while, but as soon as she smiled, she was suddenly grabbed by the neck.

"You're all questioning my abilities, really because I'm a stupid mortal?!" The corners of Jiu Mingmei's lips hooked a charming smile, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were ruthless, "People, listen, this skin is mine, I love to let it be as it is!" ”

"I ...... Cough...... I didn't mean that......" Rujin's throat was grabbed firmly, and she was about to lose her breath, and even her delicate little face was purple, pitiful.

"Get out!"

Rujin was released, gasped a few times, and felt that he had slipped back from the ghost gate again. She knew that Jiu Geng was not a good-tempered person, but she never expected Jiu Gen to lose his temper, he was simply not a human being. Also, nine is more like a ghost, like a god, like a beast, like a demon, but it just doesn't look like a human.

It's okay this way, Jiu has more ability to heal herself, and Rujin staying here is not only useless, but it disturbs her mood. Rujin obediently withdrew, closed the door, sat alone on the stone steps in front of the door, and looked at the stars in the sky.

There was no one in the room, and it was so clean that Mingmei was a little stunned for a while, and suddenly laughed again. Why do you lose your temper and why do you need to lose your temper? Just a mortal?

The word love is boring, it used to be planted on Dongjun, but it was okay, but now it is in the hands of mortals, which is really annoying.

mortals, when they die, are gone; Soul creation is a part of mortality, and when it dies, it is gone. Why should she be persistent? As for revenge, even Ba Yan herself shook hands with Feng Qianji and made peace, and returned to one, and when she went to entangle, she seemed crooked and bored.

She is the nine brightness of Fengluan Mountain, but she is not one of those ordinary women who want to die and live for love in the book of human words.

Empty of heart? Some things are filled in.

Jiu Mingmei took off the jade ring on her little finger, this thing had never been used before, and she would never use it again in the future.

She hooked her lips, took out the ethereal treasure mirror in her arms, and bent her fingers to flick at the mirror: "Fa Fa, get out of here!" ”

―――――― hair split ――――――

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable......

Late at night, in the inner courtyard of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, there was a twitching sound one after another.

The sound of the whip on the ** was as ruthless as a sound, scaring people to death. When the servants and maids in the inner courtyard heard this, they were all silent, although it was really unethical for the younger brother to beat his own sister, but it was put on this sister and brother, and it really made people unable to take care of it!

Some of the servants couldn't take it anymore and tried to find their masters. But the sound of the inner courtyard is so powerful, and it is close to the master's "music urn", but the master didn't even say a word, which shows that he acquiesced. I really don't know what happened to this green lady again, so that the master is so ruthless to punish this time.

The servants didn't notice that a large purple shadow floated by on the roof.

The wind is drifting around, the scale of the mansion is huge, oops, I am lost again.

It was easy to find his own place to live, and he immediately flew down. When I opened the door, I went straight to the pharmacy inside. Tear off his clothes three or two times, and plunge into the big medicine jar. The whole body was cut bloody by the plum blossom knife, and the skin and flesh of the wound were turned out, and it hurt to death when touched.

Fortunately, injuries are very common for Feng Qianji, and he doesn't like to let people help him with medicine on weekdays, so he directly made a large medicine jar full of injury medicine powder. Well, when it hurts, it's very simple, roll it in the tank.

With the cylinder in hand, you won't have to worry about any injuries.

"Ruthless girl~"

All the wounds were dipped in the powder, Feng Qianji breathed a sigh of relief, lay on the edge of the mouth of the cylinder, and let out a painful sigh. The bare chest was attached to the edge of the cylinder, the solid chest muscles were strong and tight, and the small knife edges stained with white powder were looming.

Syllable! Another whip, it hurts to hear.

Feng Qianji raised her eyebrows and smiled: Lu Ran, Lu Ran, can you be more fierce towards your sister?

On the other side, the servants are scared to death, where can they laugh? If this caused a fatality, it would reach the ears of the emperor...... Be a dead die~~~

When it comes to the mansion of the Eighth Prince, everyone knows about the entire Erdan, and it is called a style. But in the eyes of some ministers of the court, a prince's mansion dares to be more magnificent than the prince's mansion, and he rushes straight to the palace, which is not called grandeur, but "tricks to death".

The eighth prince is a concubine, and his mother is a barbarian girl in the wilderness, who has no power, no title, and lost her life early. It's just that these eight princes are still heartless masters, relying on themselves to be princes, arrogant and lascivious, which makes the emperor and the prince very unkind to see him.

If he is just arrogant and lascivious, he can be on a par with the prince in political affairs and share the emperor's worries, maybe there will be a chance to turn the world upside down and be the emperor. But he didn't finish anything sent by the emperor, either he didn't do it halfway, or he was defeated and fled, losing his wife and breaking his army.

In short, the Eighth Prince is a die-laden faction, and whatever happens to him will be finished as soon as possible.

The emperor's eldest sons and grandchildren had a thin fate, and only these two sons remained. The prince has both virtue and ability, but his temper is harder, and he can't rub sand in his eyes, so he doesn't get along very well. Some ministers who did not deal with the crown prince once wanted to climb the high branch of the eighth prince, and even made a small calculation, preparing to make the eighth prince a puppet.

Who would have thought that the eighth prince was a dou who couldn't be helped, he couldn't do anything, and he often stirred up pornography, which made the emperor angry. He was punished more than he ate salt when he was a child. This is 23 years old, and he is still a bastard who can't do anything. On his side, I'm afraid that I will be frightened and afraid endlessly.

Slowly, no one wants to vassalize the Eighth Prince, either continue to follow the emperor, and then return to his hometown after the mixing; Either follow the prince and wait for the future to be crowned an official.

The eighth prince was in the court and became a complete loner.