Chapter 455

"Qingdai's blindness has nothing to do with Amber's disfigurement?" Emperor Fu Yao guessed.

"Well, we can see how much they suffered in the mainland of death."

Think about it. Xia brothers and sisters used to be such beautiful people. Standing on the cloud, they were kicked into hell one day. What a pity.

In the distance, she heard the voice of the drug slave from the dungeon.

It's dark, depressing, depressing.

As soon as she entered the dungeon, Emperor Fuyao saw the drug slave lying on the ground, saying something constantly. She leaned forward and asked softly, "what are you talking about?"

The drug slave had not changed his clothes for a long time. He was dirty all over, and his face was even more dirty.

He raised his head difficultly, his eyes full of red blood looked at her in despair, and his white lips opened and closed one by one, spitting out a broken but angina sentence.

"Please... Give me... A knife to have a good time..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he kept bleeding and spitting all over the floor.

Although she is not a good person, she is not a vicious villain, the kind of lawless.

At any rate, her heart is still good, see this scene, the heart can not help but a trace of compassion.

"Sorry, I can't. my duty is to keep you alive."

Smell speech, the light of the drug slave's eyes suddenly annihilated, gray and dull, like a dead dog, lying on the ground, also did not move.

"But I can make you less miserable and a little better."

Emperor Fuyao saw that his whole body was covered with shoals of shocking blood, and the smell of blood provoked many flies, which was not good for the recovery of the drug slave, and he was likely to be infected with incurable bacteria and viruses.

She had to move the drug slave to a clean place.

"I can't give you a good knife, but I can relieve your pain."

With that, the emperor took out the bowl, and there was still half a drop of ice honey left in the bowl.

She mashed the Golden Dragon herb in a bowl, wrapped it in half a drop of ice honey, and then sent it to the drug slave's mouth.

"This... This is..."

"Ice honey liquid, can relieve pain, although a little less, but more or less can also reduce some pain." Emperor Fuyao explained.

The drug slave's gray eyes suddenly had a glimmer of light, trembling voice: "really?"

"It's true." Her simple smile, like a cluster of sunshine after the storm, finally gave him a trace of heating.

The drug slave opened his mouth and willingly swallowed the bitter and hard to swallow Golden Dragon herb for the first time. Although it was really bad, he still ate it.

Emperor Fuyao squatted beside him and looked at him curiously.

The drug slave's eyes dodged, as if embarrassed.

"How do you feel after eating ice honey?"

Drug slave tightly pursed the white lips, did not speak.

"I don't mean any harm. I just want to give you the right amount of iced honey next time according to your situation."

"Are you... Not afraid?" The drug slave looked at her, which means that if you feed me a drug slave with such precious ice honey, aren't you afraid to be killed.

Emperor Fuyao said with a smile: "I collected the ice honey liquid by myself, but they didn't give it to me. What can I be afraid of?"

Her words, her smile are full of self-confidence, frivolous, this powerful, is from the bone.

But not like him, living in the world, even pigs and dogs are not as good as

The drug slave bowed his head. "Thank you."

"So, can you tell me?"

"It hurts... But it's better." Said the drug slave truthfully.

If the pain is divided into ten levels, taking this small dose of ice honey can reduce the pain by one level at most.

The reason why he said so much better is that no one has cared so much about him for a long time, so this is good, it is good in spirit.

"I'll give you more ice honey next time."

The drug slave's whole body is full of shocking wounds, some places are still purulent and rotten, bitten by maggots, the pain must be painful.

The next time you give him the medicine, she'll just add more ice honey.

For her, it was just a lift.

"What's your name?" Emperor Fu Yao sat next to him, did not dislike his taste, but asked with a smile.

The drug slave took a deep breath, "Gong... The wind blows."

"The wind? Ha ha, your name is so predestined with me. " Emperor Fu Yao laughed.

"Why?"

"There is a saying that Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90000 Li. You are the wind, I am the wind. Do you think it's predestined or not?"

"Well." Gong Feng's chest heaved slightly and he finally laughed.

The dungeon is divided into two parts. One room is filled with skeletons, while the empty one is just the two of them.

When Emperor Fuyao was talking and laughing, the sound of silver bell reverberated in the dungeon. It was combined with the Yin Qi in the dungeon and made a voice of compassion. If people didn't know it, they would be scared to death.

When she saw that the time was almost up, she got up to leave.

Suddenly I feel that my trouser legs have been pulled. When I look back, I see Gong Fengqi looking at her.

"Will you come tomorrow..."

"If I don't come, who will send you ice honey to relieve pain?" The emperor shook his lips with a deep smile, and then he let go.

Out of the dungeon.

Di gouyou said with a smile: "boss, you are so kind to him. Gongfengqi must be very grateful to you."

"Everyone will need help one day. Since I can help him with a little help, why not. It doesn't matter whether you are grateful or not. "

She can only live if gongfengqi is alive. Of course, she is worthy of gongfengqi. After all, it is not her who has made him such a culprit.

The only thing she can do is to make herself feel at ease.

"Don't say this, I found that after drinking lingsui liquid, the body lightened a lot." Emperor Fu Yao changed his words and said with a smile: "it seems that I can start to practice ancient martial arts."

When she got out of the dungeon and came to Taolin, she immediately chose a relatively hidden place and began to practice ancient martial arts.

Gu Wu stresses Qi training. Before, her accomplishments were burned out and her spiritual pulse was destroyed. Her body and bones were beaten to the level of waste wood.

Now that you've almost got enough bones, you can practice ancient martial arts again!

From daybreak to dark, and from dark to daybreak, Emperor Fuyao was more and more fascinated, and never stopped.

"Tripod Kung Fu."

Just as she was practicing hard, a cold sneer rang out behind her.

Emperor Fuyao glared away. He saw that Jiuyin, who didn't know when, had been hanging on the peach tree behind him for a long time.

"It's the first time that I've seen such a weak warrior like you. What's the skill? Such rubbish. " Jiuyin looks playful.

"My Lord, is Qingdai OK?"

Nine Yin cold eyes slightly a MI, slender posture blink to the front, hand such as electricity, suddenly a clasp her thin chin, strength of heavy, directly pinch red her skin.