In the Qin Dynasty, Mingyue had a woman named Duanmurong. She was originally one of the leaders of the Mo family and was born into a doctor. She was pure and refined, as cold as ice, but actually cold on the outside but hot on the inside, as hard but soft on the inside. She was wise in medicine and often saved lives and helped the wounded. She was called a medical immortal.

With the help of Chu Yang, he ascended to this world, still upholding the inheritance of the medical school, studying it himself, and carrying forward the almost withered medical skills in this other world.

A few days ago, she wanted to refine a big medicine and sought it from many ways. In the end, two main medicines were not collected, so she went to the depths of southern Xinjiang to collect them in person.

The southern Xinjiang region is so dangerous. She can protect herself with her strength, but she is assassinated.

"Yishun San!"

Over a swamp, Duanmurong raised her hand and saw the black medicinal energy in the sky. These medicinal energy seemed to be spiritual, squirming rapidly, and surrounded the two people chasing her.

Swish...!

However, the two strong men with silver masks behind easily penetrated and chased each other reluctantly.

"The poisonous gas cannot be dispersed, the evil miasma pill cannot be dispersed, and the burial god pill cannot be performed. Now even the Yishen pill can disperse the divine power. Who are they?" Duanmu Rong was dressed in blue, very simple, and while flying quickly, she thought anxiously, "The great medicine I have refined is spiritual and can be integrated into the divine power. She has tried it. The upper gods who urged divine power to defend were greatly affected, but they had nothing to do!"

At this time, a person suddenly appeared in a piece of aquatic plants in front of him, and a sword was in the air.

"not good!"

Duanmu Rong was shocked and hurriedly activated her divine power to block it with her divine sword, but was chopped out.

The two people chasing her behind also took action at the same time, cutting her into the swamp, and the blood stained the sewage.

Bang……!

She soared into the air, but was surrounded. On her back, there were two deep wounds, and the divine light burst out, allowing the wound to heal quickly.

But her breath has already landed most of the time.

If he hadn't had his cultivation strong enough, he would have been killed just now.

"Who are you?"

Duanmurong asked.

She frowned, deeply uneasy.

Three strong men wearing silver masks surrounded her in the middle, and one of them said indifferently: "Take the medical treasure you compiled!"

"So you are here for this!" Duanmurong suddenly realized, "Now today, any disease or injury can be recovered by Pastor Guangming, and the priest is also spread all over every city. What's the use of medical treasures?"

"Submit the treasure!"

This person said again.

"If I hand over, you will let me go?"

Duanmurong asked remarks.

"It will make you die more straightforward!"

"I compiled a medical treasure book to spread the world so that the villagers of the village without the Guangming villages can save themselves if they have any illness or injury. In our Jiuyang Mercenary Group, almost everyone has one copy. If you want it, I can give it to you, so why should I kill me? Besides, my Jiuyang Mercenary Group is not small, and there are several strong men in the realm of the God King. If you kill me, you will be completely enemies with our Jiuyang Mercenary Group." Duanmurong said, and a book appeared in his hand, threw it over and escaped to the distance. "The treasure book is for you, you hide your breath and cover your face, I can't guess your origin. This grudge will be eliminated!"

However, the three masked strong men did not read the treasure book at all, and directly attacked her.

The three swords flew into the air, surrounding each other, forming a closed space. The light bursts out, covering Duanmurong, killing her.

"You are indeed people in the temple!"

Duanmurong's face changed drastically.

"You are such a heresy, you deserve to die!"

The sword light has fallen.

"Since I opened the clinic, I was excluded openly and secretly. Even a church appeared around the clinic, and I realized something. Unexpectedly, you actually regarded me as a heretic and secretly wiped it out! The Temple of Light, what a Temple of Light!" Duanmu Rong showed despair. She was not good at fighting, so how could she be the opponent of three strong men of the same level?

Her divine power burst out and formed circles of defensive light outside her body.

The three swords fell and quickly tore the defense.

well……!

Duanmurong knew that she could not resist the attack, and sighed quietly, feeling unwilling to be lonely. At this moment, she thought of a lot of things, Yan Dan, Yan Fei, Gai Nie, Tianming, Yue'er, Shao Siming, and many others who ascended with her.

Some people have already died in battle and have completely buried their bones in a foreign land, such as Xiao Hei who Chu Yang conquered, and Old Man Ban, etc.

Destiny, who else will it really favor besides the son of destiny?

They finally struggled, and with the foundation of their lives, they came to the mercenary kingdom and established the Jiuyang Mercenary Group. Only with power can they survive better, and it is also to wait for one person.

"Sir, I have been searching hard, but there has been no news of you. Now I am about to die, but I can't look at you again. For thousands of years, God, are you so cruel? After I die, I wonder if he will remember that there was someone like me?"

Duanmu Rong whispered softly.

She raised her head, her eyes blurred.

At this moment, she gave up resisting.

The sword light had already fallen above her head, and her hair was cut by the sharp sword energy.

Suddenly, her body stiffened and she said in a daze: "I, am I dreaming?"

His expression was a little dazed.

Because there was someone in front of her, facing her.

"I am coming!"

Chu Yang exhaled a breath of turbid air and relaxed.

After he broke through, he came to the sky and happened to see Duanmurong being surrounded and killed by three powerful men wearing silver masks. He immediately rushed over and broke through the sword light and came to Duanmurong.

Although it is dangerous, it is not delayed.

"You guys deserve to die!"

Chu Yang spurted out a series of silk threads, tied up the three besieged people, and then the silk threads turned into runes, entered the body, sealing them.

Three superior gods who are equivalent to the realm of Xuanxian fell to the ground.

"Sir, it's you?"

Duanmurong suddenly widened her eyes, and a layer of mist began to become hazy.

"It's me!"

Chu Yang nodded, his heart slightly complicated.

When Duanmu Rong was in the middle of the bright moon in Qin Dynasty, she was all focused on him, but after experiencing many things, she became indifferent to the so-called love.

Unexpectedly, after a long time, the other party was still deeply concerned about it.

"Sir, I finally saw you, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Duanmurong didn't care about anything else and threw herself into Chu Yang's arms. She couldn't help crying and lost her voice. Thousands of years of longing, thousands of years of loneliness, thousands of years of longing, and thousands of years of longing, and thousands of years of expectation, finally collapsed her heart.

"I'm here, who can kill you?"

Chu Yang raised his hand and hugged Duanmurong.

He looked up slightly, and the white clouds were rooster.

Involuntarily, he thought of the time of the bright moon in Qin Dynasty.

Even though he was in the mortal world, he spent a carefree period. Duanmurong followed him and took care of his daily life meticulously.

Travel around the mountains and rivers and practice freedom.

The past time left an indelible mark in his heart.

I lowered my head slightly and sniffed my long hair gently. It still had the same smell as the familiar hair fragrance!

"Sir, am I really not dreaming?"

Duanmu Rong whispered.

She still couldn't believe it.

"What do you think?"

Chu Yang smiled.

"Sir, will you still leave?"

"Not anymore!"

"real?"

"real!"

"Very good!"

Duanmurong left Chu Yang's arms, raised her head, and looked full of surprise.

There were two lines of tears hanging on the baby's fat face.

Chu Yang wiped the tears easily.
Chapter completed!