Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife

Xue Yilan's eyes rose again, and he also smiled: "Isn't it just to swear in front of the demon ancestor? How difficult is this ..." He swears.

When he swears, Ye Fengdao offends, and he releases Ning Xuemo.

Xue Yilan's sleeves shook, and she was about to roll Ning Xuemo into her arms. She wrapped her left arm and gritted her teeth in her ears: "Little **** with elbows turning outwards! Don't you fear he really killed you?"

Ning Xuemo's acupoint was still lit, she just blinked, couldn't speak, and had no other response.

She knew Ye Feng would not really kill her.

And Ye Feng took her as a hostage, and she secretly insinuated ...

It was just that she didn't expect Xue Yilan to agree so soon, it seemed that he was really afraid of her death ...

Ye Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief over there, he took a risk to block a game, and it was good, he won!

Finally, a chance for everyone to survive ...

He glanced down at Yan Ziyu again, and saw her half leaning in Gu Ziyan's arms, her small face was still pale, her eyes were dark and she had no focus. Does not seem to have returned.

There was a guilty guilt in his eyes, and he was about to look forward, and suddenly heard Xue Yilan chuckled: "It's your luck this time! If you don't kill you in this seat, do you have a life to escape?"

There was no laughter, and others had floated like red clouds, slamming the roof of the boat with a bang.

Everyone was taken aback, but hadn't responded yet, and suddenly heard Ye Feng snort, took two steps, and thumped on the floor.

Above the hole in the cabin came Xueyi Lan's laughter: "This seat hates being beaten by others! Here's a lesson!" The laughter gradually faded, and people have gone.

Ye Feng lay there, but felt that his internal organs seemed to turn over, and cold sweat fell down his forehead. He couldn't get up and could only lie there and gasp.

A pair of embroidered shoes came to his eyes and stopped. He was stiff, and slowly raised his head, facing the dark eyes of Yan Zizi.

She looked down at him, "How are you?"

Ye Feng lowered his eyes, his voice was cold: "A little hurt, I can't die ..."

"Can't die? Oh, how could a person like you die?" Yan Ziyi sneered, slowly squatting down, her eyes staring directly at his eyes, and stubbornly wanted an answer: "You really didn't Worry about my safety? I'm dead, do you really only prepare a coffin for me? "

"Zi Xie, we are out of danger now, don't ask. He is also in a hurry and has no way. After all, we are out of danger, isn't it?" Someone advised.

"You shut up!" Yan Zijie said ruthlessly, turning her head to look at Ye Feng again, as if she couldn't stop without a clear answer: "Answer me!"

Ye Feng's body stretched, her eyes dropped slightly, and she only answered one word: "Yes!"

"Slap!" He slapped his face fiercely!

"Ye Feng, you are just a dark guard. I am the master and you are the servant. Why do you decide my life or death ?!"

Ye Feng's face was hot on the half of his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips did not answer.

"Ye Feng, I have always hated you, do you know?" Yan Ziyu's big eyes seemed to be on fire.

"I know." Ye Feng closed his eyes slightly.

"Oh, you know it! I tell you, I hate you even more now! When I get home, I will tell my father and let him dismiss your dark guard!"

Ye Feng's face turned paler, he paused for a moment, and replied with two words: "anywhere."

Yan Ziyu: "..."

She just felt that the inexplicable fire on her chest bumped up, and couldn't help but reach out and pushed Ye Feng fiercely: "You go to death! I don't want you anymore!"