The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

Pang Junde looked at the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes full of horror.

The man is tall, tall and straight, with a noble and proud temperament exuding all over his body. He is like a natural superior, with amazing aura and full of oppression.

At this moment, the man is wearing a mask. The black mask has a metallic luster. Although he can't see his real face, it is already amazingly beautiful in terms of its temperament and feeling...

He couldn't help but look at Uncle Nan who was smashed into the distance. Because of the distance, he didn't know what happened to Uncle Nan. The only thing he could be sure of was that this man was really strong.

With just a casual blow, Uncle Nan was directly repelled.

Even if Uncle Nan was repelled unsuspectingly, a single blow could repel the master of the innate realm, which is enough to prove how strong this man is...

"You... who are you?"

Pang Junde hesitated, his voice was a little uncertain.

"Today's matter is the grievance between us and this woman, I advise you better not to interfere."

Zhou Yanyu has been staring obsessively since this man appeared, there is such a stunning man in the world?

Even if he couldn't see his true face, the breath that radiated was already shocking people from the heart.

However, when she noticed that the man and Mu Zhiqing stood together and looked extremely matched, a look of hatred filled her eyes.

"My son, apart from the appearance of this woman, all the clothes she wears come from a fox-melting man. Don't be fooled by her appearance."

Zhou Yanyu subconsciously adjusted his hair bun, and his face showed a smile that thought he was gentle and virtuous.

Pang Junde also noticed Zhou Yanyu's expression, his eyebrows filled with displeasure.

"Yan Yu, what do you mean by smiling at him?"

However, Zhou Yanyu didn't care about Pang Junde at all at this moment, and all his thoughts were placed on the black man.

This... is like a lover in a dream!

"Humei man?" Ling Yunting said four words in a low voice.

Zhou Yanyu nodded repeatedly and said with a serious expression: "Look at her, she is obviously a pauper, but she has a sword of such a high grade.

Look at that pearl hairpin again, can she afford it? "

Facing Zhou Yanyu's vowed words, the expressions of everyone present were also very strange. They didn't understand why Zhou Yanyu kept talking about how poor this woman was from the beginning.

In their opinion, this girl is much better than Zhou Yanyu in terms of looks, temperament and gentle conversation.

There is no too much decoration in the hair bun, and only a pearl hairpin has made her look dazzling and radiant.

"You mean... my wife is poor?"

The low and cold voice is like the sound of hell, without the slightest temperature, but the momentum is extremely compelling.

"Hu...Madam?"

Zhou Yanyu was stunned, raising his eyes in disbelief.

I saw the man's eyes like a knife, and like a bolt of lightning piercing the void, exuding an amazing murderous aura.

She shivered subconsciously, her gaze was too terrifying, and the whole person was like an ice cellar.

He actually said...This woman is his wife!

Pang Junde also had a ghostly expression on his face. If Mu Zhiqing was the man's wife, it would mean that he would never not interfere in this matter today!

"Come on... come on!" Pang Junde quickly shouted.