Zong Zhengchen: “?”

Han Feng: “?”

Unheard of, unseen.

Qin Ye glanced at the two of them, looking at them as if they were local dogs: "Gun, this is a gun."

As a world-famous miracle doctor in the 21st century, she stands at the top of the pyramid of the medical community. There are countless people who want to harm her. In addition to being an expert in both medicine and poison, she must also have enough strength to protect herself.

How could she, who is so smart, strong and powerful, be so easy to be taken advantage of by that little bastard Prince Chen?

"Gun?" Zong Zhengchen was surprised.

How could such a tiny black thing exert such great power?

Even more powerful than internal strength?

I couldn't help but ask: "What is a gun?"

Qin Ye was too lazy to explain. He blew on the muzzle of the 98k and turned away.

It turned out that the man's weak appearance when he was lying in bed was all fake. He was full of energy and vigor when fighting, so she had served him for a whole night in vain.

Go back to the house and sleep.

Prince Chen wanted to chase, "Qin..."

Qin Ye turned around, pointed the dark hole at the man, and cursed impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, I'll beat you to death if you ask again."

Not only does he not write a letter of divorce, he also talks a lot of nonsense.

“…”

Carrying a gun, he left in a domineering manner.

The master and servant stood there, somewhat disheveled by the wind, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

The princess has changed. She is completely different from before. Her temper and attitude are so different that she even dares to confront her master...

Han Feng suddenly thought of something: "Master, could it be that someone is impersonating the princess?"

He said that the princess must be an undercover agent sent by the prince!

Zong Zhengchen's eyes were as dark as the night, and his mind was also extremely deep. He suddenly could hear Qin Ye's inner voice. She was not the prince's undercover agent, but came from a place called the 21st Century.

Where on earth is that place?

Why did she come?

how come?

She was like a mystery, with fog all over her body. The strange and mysterious color made him want to get closer, to figure her out, and even more to push away the fog to find the real her.

Pulling his lips, he raised his voice: "Stare at her."

He turned his head and glanced at the unconscious and seriously injured killer.

As soon as the news of his serious injury was released, assassins arrived. It seems that the person who sent the assassins was the same person who was the mastermind behind selling out the military secrets.

They all wanted to kill him.

"Take him away and torture him severely."

"yes!"

Han Feng picked up the killer and went to the cell.

When Zong Zhengchen turned around and was about to go into the house, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the flower bed outside the window and remembered the bottle of medicine that Qin Ye had thrown away before. So he walked over, rummaged around for a while, and took it in his hand.

It is a bottle of light green liquid.

Uncover it, it is colorless and odorless.

Can this thing cure the three poisons in his body?

Even the Divine Doctor Valley was helpless against these three poisons. How could something Qin Ye randomly found have such miraculous effects?

"Han Ying."

As soon as the words fell, a cold and charming woman appeared and bowed respectfully: "Master."

"Take this thing down and study it carefully. I will know its efficacy and function tomorrow."

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After the assassin incident, there was no other movement that night. The second half of the night was peaceful and harmonious until dawn.

Zong Zhengchen opened the door and walked out, he saw that the house had turned white as if it had snowed overnight: white cloth towels, curtains, the word "甸" cut out of white paper pasted on the walls and windows, and spirit flags fluttering in the air.

Spiritual banner?

Is someone dead?

The busy servants were crying as they moved things. When they saw the man coming out, they were so scared that they threw away the money and paper in their hands:

"My Lord, aren't you dead?!"

"???"