Master, right? I don’t know you at all. You say I’m a god of plague. What do you have in mind? Yang Feifan stood up without anger and arrogance
You are a great god of plague, the mage said maliciously. It is because of you that this village will be malodorous; It is because of you that Lao Li’s wife will die in childbirth.
It’s a myth to add to the crime. Do you have any evidence to prove that I am a god of plague? Yang Feifan laughed. It’s a slippery record.
Yang Feifan has met many absurd people, but he has never met anyone as absurd as the mage.
She died in childbirth is the best proof, the mage shouted, pointing to a young woman lying flat with flowers all over her body.
This female dystocia, you will impose charges on me. Is your surname Lai Yao? Yang Feifan could not help but be angry at this time even if his cultivation was no better.
Yang Feifan has seen many braindead people, but he has never seen such a braindead person as the mage.
If you hadn’t brought the plague here, her roots wouldn’t have died, the mage snorted coldly. The seat is Taiyi, a real person who can see at a glance that you are a great plague god.
What a real Taiyi! Ahem! It seems that Sun Wu, the Great Sage of Qi Tian, has the skills. When did you acquire this skill? Yang Feifan echoed like Hong Zhong when he spoke faintly.
Sun Wu’s golden eye collar is also a seat to teach him. The mage proudly said, The seat is his master.
Bullshit is just bullshit. Sun Wu’s eyes are trained from three flavors of true fire. Yang Feifan sneered. Don’t talk nonsense if you haven’t seen Journey to the West.
Sanwei Zhenhuo is a seat. Tell Tailaojun to put it in a seat. It’s Taiyi, a real person. You are crazy about athel Loren. The mage angered, athel Loren, you should die.
Everyone looked at each other after hearing the dialogue between the mage and Yang Feifan.
Most of them believed the mage’s nonsense.
Master, right? I want to ask you, is this jurchen dead? Yang Feifan pointed to the young woman lying on the ground and said.
Nonsense, of course. She’s been dead for hours. Can’t you see? The mage angered. How dare you be so arrogant when you kill her?
Idiot, braindead Yang Feifan cold hum a fast like a flash to the lying woman.
By opening Tianmu, Yang Feifan found that this young woman did not die during childbirth, but the shortterm lack of oxygen in her heart led to suspended animation.
If you don’t observe the roots carefully, it will be difficult to find out that this young woman is not really dead.
Don’t say it’s someone else at this time, even a doctor may be misdiagnosed.
Yang Feifan went to the young woman and immediately picked up her right hand to feel her pulse.
The pulse is like swimming shrimp. It seems to be a dead pulse. Yang Feifan murmured softly, The vital qi collapses, and the breath seems to be dead, but it is actually a fake death.
The god of plague has to stop fooling around. The mage saw Yang Feifan go to the young woman and immediately flew to him desperately.
D roll Yang Feifan also don’t back to running energy after the sleeve is gently brushed the mage has been brushed upside down.
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Chapter 21 The imperial doctor came back from the dead!
The mage was trying to resist when his body flew backwards uncontrollably.
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When the body fell to the ground, the mage screamed and spat out several blood in succession.
This time, Yang Feifan has already spent twenty percent of the prefecturelevel energy because he hates this braindead mage very much.
Twenty percent of the prefecturelevel energy is not trivial enough to break the jade.
If the mage didn’t know some witchcraft and kung fu, I’m afraid he would have fainted.
You are so, but he was still thrown to pieces and almost threw up the New Year’s Eve dinner.
Lao Li, go and stop this athel Loren. The mage pointed to Yang Feifan and roared, This athel Loren wants to be polite to your daughterinlaw.