Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1843 - 1840: Just Deserts

"Sister Ying’er, it was she and Lin Feng who colluded to kill Zhao Mo," Xu Wendong said to Zhao Ying’er, his tone confident.

Upon hearing this.

Huang Ying panicked and hurriedly defended herself, "You’re talking nonsense! I didn’t kill Zhao Mo. I just told him that you abandoned me, and he went to seek revenge on you, and then got killed by you. What does that have to do with me?"

Xu Wendong sneered inwardly; he wasn’t worried at all. He knew that Zhao Ying’er wouldn’t believe Huang Ying’s defense at this moment.

"You vile woman, do you think I would believe you?" Zhao Ying’er’s face was filled with anger, her eyes burning with fury. "A wretched slut who would sleep with her own cousin! I don’t believe a single word you say."

"Today, I will avenge my brother!" Zhao Ying’er gritted her teeth, her wrist sharply shaking.

The Spirit Sword flashed coldly, instantly slashing Huang Ying’s neck, crimson blood spurting out like a fountain.

The eldest daughter of the Huang Family fell straight to the ground, void of breath.

Xu Wendong watched this scene and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; Huang Ying meeting such an end was indeed deserved.

After all this, Zhao Ying’er retracted her Spirit Sword, her expression complicated, asking Xu Wendong softly, "Are you... alright?"

"Me? Of course, I’m alright." Xu Wendong patted his chest, flashing a confident smile.

Zhao Ying’er shook her head slightly and said, "Don’t worry, later when we descend the mountain, I’ll testify for you that Lin Dong attacked first, and you had no choice but to retaliate."

Hearing these words, Xu Wendong felt warm inside and gratefully cupped his hands at Zhao Ying’er, saying, "Thank you, Sister Ying’er."

At this moment, it was time for them to leave Ancient Pan Mountain.

However, just then, Zhao Ying’er’s brows suddenly furrowed.

She had previously gone through fierce battles, fighting off many members of the Lin Family and Huang Family single-handedly.

Already carrying old injuries, now due to the intense movement, her wounds had reopened.

"Damn it, my injury..." Zhao Ying’er smiled wryly, shaking her head helplessly.

On her shoulder, a large area of crimson bloodstains appeared, glaring against her white garment.

"Leave it to me; I’ll bandage you again." Xu Wendong, full of smiles, walked forward without hesitation.

But he didn’t expect Zhao Ying’er to be extremely cooperative, as her eyes flashed with a hint of shyness and determination, she suddenly pulled forcefully.

With a "tear," the clothes on her right shoulder were torn open, the slit opening directly to her waist.

A gentle breeze blew, exposing the two soft white mounds without reservation before Xu Wendong’s eyes.

Xu Wendong’s originally light steps suddenly stopped, his whole person seemed to be under an immobilization spell, frozen in place.

He widened his eyes, looking at Zhao Ying’er before him in disbelief.

Does this look like a posture for healing?

Isn’t this more like a prelude to "consuming him whole alive"?

Zhao Ying’er’s pretty face instantly turned crimson, like a ripe tomato.

By nature impatient, she acted swiftly and decisively, never dawdling.

The Zhao Family even raised her as if she were a son, making her usually act carelessly, without much attention to detail.

But today, this forthright nature led to an awkward joke.

"I didn’t mean to..." Zhao Ying’er frantically stretched out her hands to cover her chest, struggling to pull at her clothes, trying to prevent her delicate body from being overly exposed.

Her eyes were filled with shyness and embarrassment, her voice trembling slightly from nervousness.

"I know." Xu Wendong scratched his head, with an awkward yet understanding smile on his face.

He stepped forward, gently yet steadily beginning to re-bandage Zhao Ying’er.

After all, the two had been intimate before; at this moment, the scene didn’t seem too awkward.

In no time, the wound was bandaged.

Xu Wendong took out a set of clothes from his Storage Bag, handing them to Zhao Ying’er with a faint smile, saying, "Sister Ying’er, change into my clothes; yours are too fragile."

Hearing this, Zhao Ying’er’s face turned even redder, like a fiery cloud in the sky.

She couldn’t help but recall the things she had said before, about fleeting encounters, transient affairs, not holding responsibility.

Thinking back now, every word seemed like a slap in her own face; the more she thought, the hotter her face felt.

Last time Xu Wendong saved her, this time he helped bandage her; it seemed no matter what, she owed Xu Wendong a favor.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ying’er seemed to make a certain decision, biting her lip, a look of determination flashing in her eyes.

"Lin Mo, come here." Zhao Ying’er’s voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of subtle tension.

"Sister Ying’er, what do you need?" Xu Wendong responded cheerfully, completely unaware of the turmoil in Zhao Ying’er’s heart.

"For bandaging me, you have a favor on me; I don’t like to owe someone," Zhao Ying’er paused, biting her red lips, her autumn-like eyes slightly lowered, words stuck in her mouth, unable to come out.

"So..." Zhao Ying’er hesitated, her hands unconsciously clutching her clothes’ edges.

"So what?" Xu Wendong frowned, puzzled.

Unable to speak, Zhao Ying’er simply crouched down.

She reached out and forcefully pulled, Xu Wendong’s pants instantly yanked down.

"Whoa! Again?" Xu Wendong’s eyes widened, filled with surprise; such a sudden change left him totally at a loss.

He pondered, last time Zhao Ying’er was under the influence of an aphrodisiac, but this time she wasn’t.

What did she mean by this? Does she want to take advantage of him, or has she developed feelings for him?

"Don’t move!" Zhao Ying’er commanded firmly, though her eyes were tinted with shyness.

She reached her delicate hand, directly grabbing Xu Wendong’s member.

In an instant, a surge of warmth rushed to Xu Wendong’s head.

Xu Wendong only felt his head "buzz," his blood rapidly rushing.

As they say, a man has two heads; in this moment, Xu Wendong felt both of his heads begin to fog up.

Having experience from last time, Zhao Ying’er was already familiar.

She slightly parted her red lips and without hesitation, enveloped the hot member.

Xu Wendong’s forehead instantly broke out with beads of sweat.

Huang Ying and Huang Huntuo’s recent scandal had barely passed, now Zhao Ying’er was eagerly "repaying favors."

"What’s happening? Last time I felt a burning aura enter me when helping him release, this time I don’t?" Zhao Ying’er wondered, pondering if she wasn’t trying hard enough.

Although she claimed she was repaying favors.

In truth, she hoped to benefit from Xu Wendong; if she could elevate her Cultivation Level once more, that’d be best.

But since the Dragon Phoenix Creation Technique wasn’t operating yet, naturally there was no energy feedback.

Thus, Zhao Ying’er grabbed Xu Wendong’s hands, pressed them on her head, and sweetly said, "Mmm... try a bit harder, quickly help you resolve it, I need to head down the mountain..."

Her voice was muffled but carried a unique allure.

At this point, Xu Wendong fully understood Zhao Ying’er’s intentions.

This girl wouldn’t take a loss and definitely wouldn’t accept benefits without reason, she was serious about what she said before, fleeting encounters, no responsibility.

Seeing this, Xu Wendong didn’t bother hesitating any longer.

"Then don’t resist." Xu Wendong grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

He silently activated the Dragon Phoenix Creation Technique, and within moments, the Yin Yang Qi began to exchange.

Zhao Ying’er keenly sensed the mysterious aura.

Indeed, Xu Wendong needs some stimulation to generate this power.

Precisely, Zhao Ying’er used this moment for cultivation, diligently swallowing, Yang Energy continuously pouring into her body.

Gradually, the panting in the woods grew heavy, intertwined, a luscious scene!