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Chapter 89 The Name of the Evil Doctor Ghost Eye

When he was watched by countless people's hot eyes, Luo Qingtong's expression did not even change.

She had long been used to the feeling of being noticed.

In her previous life, she started a rush of pursuit wherever she went!

The bottle of medicine in Luo Qingtong's hand was exactly the Xuanyuan Yixin Liquid she had refined before.

Master Liu thought Luo Qingtong had successfully refined that bottle, but he didn't know that there was too much medicine in her hand.

After all, just dilute one bottle and you can get dozens of bottles.

Luo Qingtong was not short of medicine liquid in his hand, so he threw it away immediately after the bottle of medicine liquid was replaced.

"How does it feel?"

She looked at the tall and strong man beside her.

"It still hurts." The silly man scratched his head with a simple face, "But it's much better than before. I thought I was going to die before."

He said, smiling foolishly.

But I didn't know that I didn't think I was going to die, but that I almost died!

If it weren't for Luo Qingtong, he would be dead!

"It's normal for pain, after all, your trauma hasn't healed yet."

The bottle of Xuanyuan Yixin Liquid in Luo Qingtong's hand could only treat the injuries in his body.

That was his fatal injury.

As for the wounds outside, Luo Qingtong has helped him temporarily stop the bleeding.

When others saw that the huge wound on his abdomen was no longer bleeding, it was Luo Qingtong's pupil movement technique that sealed all the blood vessels around his wound.

If you don't have heavy bleeding, you will naturally be in danger of your life.

After waiting, just raise it!

"Now, can you announce that he won?"

Luo Qingtong looked at the referee who was completely stunned and raised her eyebrows.

“Yes yes…”

The referee came back to his senses and rushed to the court to carefully check the tall and strong man's body. He found that although he was still seriously injured, he was no longer in danger of his life. He immediately announced loudly in a trembling voice.

"Chu Lingfeng won the 132nd Game of No. 9 Fighting Platform!"

Wow!

As his judgment sounded, the silence of the entire arena was broken!

Everyone stood up in a flash and looked at the No. 9 fighting platform, full of incredible eyes!

That stupid big man who is bound to die is really not dead? He survived?

Not their illusion?!

Everyone looked at Luo Qingtong with burning eyes, and then they shouted desperately to bid for the drug liquid in her hand!

Even the loss of the gambling money was forgotten!

Amid the hysterical screams and bidding sounds, Luo Qingtong looked at the top of the bloody fighting arena who was rushing towards here, and the curve of the corners of her lips rose slightly.

Since then, the name of the evil doctor's ghost eye has resounded throughout the entire black domain city!

As for the Black Domain Auction House, after Luo Qingtong left, it was a long time to dream. Master Liu pretended to be in seclusion and entered the extreme state. Then he excitedly took the bottle of Xuanyuan Yixin Liquid to ask for a meeting with Ye Qianqian!

"Lord! This is the medicine liquid that I have occasionally refined! I am lucky to be a god! When I was refining the medicine liquid, I inexplicably entered the extreme state and refined such a bottle of quasi-level medicine liquid. Please check it out!"

"This bottle of medicine is mainly used to treat meridian injuries!" Master Liu said excitedly.

His last sentence was deliberately bitten with accent.

"Quantian-level potion?"

On the main seat of the lobby, Ye Qianyi's face was covered with a golden mask, and his eyes flashed over the porcelain bottle in his hand.

Beiqing stepped forward, took it in his hand, and handed it to Ye Qianqian.

"master."

Ye Qianqian raised his hand to take the bottle of medicine. As soon as he opened it, his brow suddenly moved slightly.
Chapter completed!
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