Magic Little Rural Doctor

Zhao Ling'er curled up her body and suddenly jumped up. The two swords in her hands turned into two exquisite daggers, the edges of which were biting cold as they slid towards Ouyang Wei's neck.    

"Humph!"    

Ouyang Wei grunted coldly. His expression remained unchanged, as if he had already expected this action from Zhao Ling'er. With a flash, he dodged one of the daggers and caught it between his fingers.    

Then, he stretched out his other hand and grabbed Zhao Ling'er's wrist. He tried to pull her away. Zhao Ling'er let out a cry of pain and the other dagger flew away, landing on the ground some distance away.    

"Miss Ling'er, this young master already knew that you wouldn't lose hope so easily!" The corner of Ouyang Wei's mouth curled up as he whispered into Zhao Ling'er's ear.    

"Scram!"    

Zhao Ling'er's face was frosted over, and her eyes were filled with anger. Gritting her teeth, spiritual power surged, and with a cracking sound, she forced Ouyang Wei's hand away, forcing him to break free from Ouyang Wei's restraints.    

"I like that fiery hot temper of yours!"    

Once again, he grabbed Zhao Ling'er's hand in his own. The pain caused Zhao Ling'er's pretty face to turn pale, but he pretended not to see it. This sort of oppressive pleasure was enough to make his soul tremble.    

"Little Sister Ling'er, don't struggle anymore. If you listen to this young master, this young master will definitely treat you well!" Ouyang Wei pretended to be deep in thought.    

"Who's your sister? Disgusting!"    

Zhao Ling'er bit her lips as she channeled spirit energy into the dagger. A cold light flashed in her eyes as she shouted in anger, "Ice Force, break!"    

Under the infusion of spirit energy, the dagger between Ouyang Wei's fingers immediately released a biting cold aura. Even the surrounding air seemed to be frozen and fell to the ground, turning into bits of ice.    

"Twin Crystal Swords, Old Man Zhao actually gave you such a treasure!" Ouyang Wei couldn't help but sigh.    

"You … You... "Why …"    

Zhao Ling'er gaped at Ouyang Wei, her face full of shock. She couldn't even speak properly, so much so that she forgot to struggle.    

The Double Crystal Soul Sword was crafted from ten thousand year old ice, and its size could change according to one's will. It was one of the Zhao Family's most precious treasures, and under the activation of spirit energy, the cold energy released by it was able to freeze an elephant. But Ouyang Wei was completely unharmed by the cold energy entering his body, how was this possible?    

"You want to ask why I'm fine, right?!"    

A trace of satisfaction flashed through Ouyang Wei's eyes. He laughed loudly and said, "Little Sister Ling'er, I saw you use your sword earlier and guessed it. How could I not be on guard?"    

Ouyang Fen's fingers were already covered in a cold aura, and a thin layer of white frost began to slowly spread from his fingers towards his entire hand. It seemed as if it was going to freeze his entire body.    

However, Zhao Ling'er sensed that this wasn't the case. The frost qi didn't actually invade Ouyang Wei's body, but was blocked by something that was invisible to the naked eye.    

"This is …"    

Zhao Ling'er subconsciously looked at the dagger and immediately noticed something strange. Her expression changed greatly as she exclaimed, "Hand of God? You actually brought the Hand of God with you?! "    

"Haha, Little Sister Ling'er really has good taste!"    

"Sister Ling'er, you're the eldest miss of the Zhao Family, and you're in charge of wielding the Crystal Soul Sword. No problem, this young master is the first successor of the Ouyang Family, so he naturally has his family's treasures. The Hand of God is one of them!"    

"So that's how it is!"    

Zhao Ling'er's face revealed a look of understanding as a light flashed through her beautiful eyes. She looked Ouyang Wei straight in the eye and suddenly asked, "You said that you'll always treat me well, right?"    

"Of course!"    

Upon hearing this question, Ouyang Wei's eyebrows shot up in joy. He nodded and said, "Little Sister Ling'er, as long as you follow me, I can guarantee that you'll be the Ouyang Family's only Patriarch's wife!"    

"Since that's the case, I'll …"    

Zhao Ling'er shyly lowered her head and dispersed her spirit energy. She put away the Crystal Soul Sword and stood on the spot. There were traces of blood on her white dress and she looked pitiful.    

"Agree to this Young Master?"    

Ouyang Wei's face was filled with ecstasy. His wrist trembled as he shook off the frost on his wrist. He took a step forward and stood in front of Zhao Ling'er, his body trembling with excitement.    

This young master's luck with women is really not shallow!    

At this moment, Zhao Ling'er suddenly raised her head and asked in a serious tone, "Then what about the Ren Family's Eldest Miss, Ren Qianqian?"    

"Ren Qianqian?"    

Ouyang Wei was stunned for a moment before reacting. He chuckled and said, "I don't even know her, just let her die. Little Sister Ling'er, quickly, let this young master carry …"    

"I'll fucking hug you!"    

Zhao Ling'er had a smile on her face, but her words were filled with killing intent. When Ouyang Wei heard them, his heart trembled.    

"Not good, this little girl is lying to me again!"    

Ouyang Wei woke up from his stupor. He felt a cold wind assaulting him from below, giving him goosebumps. He blocked her with one hand and ferociously smacked Zhao Ling'er with the other.    

Puff!    

Ah!    

Two completely different voices instantly resounded throughout the entire tunnel, turning into layers upon layers of echoes that spread out into the distance, and disappeared into the darkness.    

Zhao Ling'er, who had been slapped on the shoulder by Ouyang Wei, spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying. She crashed into the wall and fell to the ground, her arm hanging by her side. It was probably broken.    

Ouyang Wei only felt that his lower body no longer belonged to him. It was ice-cold and numb. From time to time, there would even be waves of pain that could pierce into his soul, making him roll around on the ground without stopping.    

"Haha …"    

Zhao Ling'er was leaning against the wall with a face like gold paper. When she saw Ouyang Wei looking like a dead dog, she was overjoyed and couldn't help but laugh.    

Puff!    

When Zhao Ling'er smiled, she accidentally triggered her injuries, causing her to spit out another mouthful of blood.    

"Ah! Zhao Ling'er, you slut! I definitely won't let you off easy!" Ouyang Wei angrily roared as he rolled on the floor.    

After a moment, Ouyang Wei trembled as he helped himself to a pill. Only then did he recover. He slowly stood up from the ground and approached Zhao Ling'er, one step at a time.    

"Bitch, this young master has given you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it. Then this young master will let you know how many eyes Prince Ma has!" Ouyang Wei icily stated.    

"Ouyang Wei, you better kill me. Otherwise, I won't let you go!" Zhao Ling'er gritted her teeth and spoke viciously.    

"Kill you? Oh, no, I won't kill you! "    

Ouyang Wei shouted out in an exaggerated manner. He then stepped on Zhao Ling'er's wrist, ruthlessly crushing it. With a "ka ka" sound, it was obvious that the bones inside had been completely shattered.    

The pain made Zhao Ling'er tremble all over. However, she bit her lips tightly. She could only pant violently. With her dignity, she was not allowed to beg for mercy.    

Seeing Zhao Ling'er's pained expression, Ouyang Wei's heart was filled with great satisfaction. His face distorted, his expression was crazed, and he let out a roar like a wild beast.    

"Hahaha, isn't that great? You slut, just let this young master have some fun. How did things end up like this? "    

"Let me tell you, this young master knows quite a few spiritual-type skills. Are you saying that this young master will train you into a servant girl?" Or did you turn into a pure, putative bitch? "    

Ouyang Wei was venting the madness in his heart to his heart's content. Moreover, in this space where only he and Zhao Ling'er were present, the darkness in his heart was also venting as much as he could.    

"Think about it, the young miss of the Zhao Family, the head of the Twelve Families of Yan Jing, turned into a toy for others to play with. At that time, how interesting would it be!"    

"En, you're right. It seems like that the old bastard wants to marry his daughter, Ren Qianqian, to me. But I heard that she had a terminal illness and was exiled to a small village. I don't know if she was broken or not!"    

Then, he lifted up Zhao Ling'er's chin and softly said, "Maybe when the time comes, Ren Qianqian will be able to become Ling'er's partner? Are you happy?"    

"Get out of my way, you lunatic! Don't get near me, get away from me, get out of my way!"    

As the young miss of the Zhao Family, Zhao Ling'er had naturally seen all sorts of scenes, but when had she ever met someone who could completely incite the dark side of a person like him?    

In her eyes, the Ouyang Wei standing in front of her could not even be called a human. He was an animal, a beast, or even a devil.    

"Hahaha, struggle then. The more it is like this, the more it will arouse this young master's interest!"    

Ouyang Wei stretched out his hand and ruthlessly grabbed Zhao Ling'er's face, forcing her to look him in the eyes. With a deep and affectionate expression, he whispered, "Little Sister Ling'er, I'm going to enter you. Are you ready?"    

"None... I didn't... Didn't you already have Ren Qianqian … "Let me go …"    

Zhao Ling'er was completely scared stiff. Her face was pale, and she kept on and off telling Ouyang Wei to let her go, to the point of almost begging him.    

However, how could Ouyang Wei do as she wished? Her pitiful appearance further stimulated Ouyang Wei's desire to subdue her. His hands instantly turned into claws as he ferociously tore them apart.    

Sssii! *    

With the sound of fabric being torn apart, Zhao Ling'er's dress was torn apart, turning into pieces of cloth that fluttered in the air before falling to the ground.    

"Beautiful, it's so beautiful! This kind of incomplete, this kind of charm is really intoxicating!"    

Ouyang Wei's face was filled with infatuation as he looked at the exposed body in front of his eyes. His entire body began to tremble. These women often did everything they could to make him happy. When had they ever felt like this before?    

"Ren Qianqian, I heard that she's also a great beauty. Maybe we can have fun like this when the time comes!" Ouyang Wei muttered to himself.    

Then, his gaze shifted to Zhao Ling'er. Seemingly asking for her opinion, he softly said, "Little Sister Ling'er, what do you think?"    

"Not good... Not good at all... You demon … "Madman …"    

Her face was ashen, and her eyes were filled with despair. Her heart was filled with questions. Why? Why had he fallen to such a state?    

If only there was someone who could save her!    

Dressed in golden armor and standing on rainbow clouds, he gently hugged himself …    

Thinking like this, Zhao Ling'er's vision became misty. It was as if a ball of white light had appeared in front of her eyes. A person walked out from the ball of light. It was so familiar, as if it had already been imprinted in her memories …