Chapter 472 You Are Mine! (5)

Ye Qingli tried hard to raise her hand.

But she couldn't even move a little finger.

He could only feel his fingers, which were tightly held by Jun Aohan, and gently rubbed on his mask.

A feeling of stillness flowed slowly between the two of them.

Then, she lost consciousness completely.

The last trace of life in her body seems to have left her too...

Jun Aohan's whole body trembled!

He clearly felt that Ye Qingli's hand became cold!

She didn't even have the last body temperature!

He leaned over silently.

Sobbing softly.

It was like a voice that ripped apart the bottom of my heart, sending out such an incomparably sad whimper.

"This king is not allowed, you come back to me!"

He stood there like a statue.

He stared at Ye Qingli firmly.

long……

He didn't even blink his eyes.

Imperial Physician Zhong next to him coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

"My lord, please forgive me..."

The other imperial physicians around him also nodded at the same time.

"Yes, my lord, this girl has already gone. I beg your condolences!"

Of course they all wanted to save Ye Qingli.

However, they are only doctors, not gods.

It can be cured, but it can't save lives...

"fart!"

Jun Aohan suddenly erupted like a volcano!

The anger in his whole body was unleashed at this moment!

It's like devouring everything around you!

"Do you repeat what you just said?"

Imperial Physician Zhong was trembling with fright, unable to utter a word.

Jun Ao looked at Imperial Doctor Zhong with a cold smile. Crimson eyes, like a blood-devouring dark night madman.

"As an imperial physician, you actually said that your patient died?"

"Since she's dead... what's the use of you!"

He kicked Taiyi Zhong and flew out with a direct kick!

The body of Imperial Physician Zhong, like fallen leaves in the wind, flew directly to the ground seven or eight feet away.

The whole person turned all fours to the sky, but his face was face down strangely.

The neck was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees.

Dead can't die anymore!

"The ghost king killed someone!"

The doctors all around screamed.

They panicked and wanted to run out.

And the chill in Jun Aohan's eyes became deeper at this time.

"A bunch of useless things..."

He felt the blood all over his body, rushing fast, and he could hardly control it.

"Die them all!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

An extremely strong palm wind emanated from his hand.

One by one, the body was directly knocked out!

Those imperial physicians were all thrown out by Jun Aohan!

Falling to the ground, blood spurted wildly, and the whole body was bloody!

Jun Aohan kept sneering.

A violent feeling rose up in his body.

After killing so many people, he didn't feel the slightest joy.