Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

The two of them fell off the cliff. As they fell faster and faster, a sharp wind whistled past them, as if it was going to tear them apart. Lan Qian's hands were always tightly holding Mo Chen.

A light blue ring was faintly visible on the slender white finger, and strands of blue and white light emanated from the ring. The soft light formed an invisible protection around the two of them that only Lan Qian could see.

Because of his injury, the young emperor looked a little pale.

His wounds kept bleeding.

Seeing that the two were about to fall to the bottom of the cliff, Lan Qian was thinking about how to land safely without leaving any trace. There happened to be a tree growing on the edge of the cliff above the bottom of the cliff. Her eyes moved, and just as she was about to do something, the young emperor, whose hand she had been holding tightly, suddenly put his arms around her waist.

She was slightly startled and could feel that he was protecting her.

The next moment, he used the tree as a buffer.

He used Qinggong to carry her to the bottom of the cliff.

Lan Qian also secretly used some of her own strength to prevent him from wasting too much energy and aggravating his injuries.

But even so, Mo Chen's injuries worsened. As soon as the two of them landed on the ground, he couldn't help but spit out blood.

"Mo Chen, how are you?"

Lan Qian quickly supported him.

Her eyes fell on the bloodstains on the ground, but she saw that the blood was not red, but an unusual black.

Suddenly, Lan Qian's expression changed.

This is... poisoning!

Those killers' swords are poisoned!

"Mo Chen, Mo Chen!"

Lan Qian quickly felt his pulse. The wound was only a few inches away from his chest, and because of the energy he had just used, the poison spread quickly and was already close to his heart. Fortunately, the poison would not immediately take the victim's life.

There is still time.

Lan Qian's heart calmed down slightly.

At this time, Mo Chen was almost unable to stand on his own, with most of his body pressed on Lan Qian. His face was extremely pale, but he still struggled to maintain a trace of consciousness.

“Go…go there.”

He pointed not far away.

Lan Qian looked in the direction of his hand and saw a cave.

"Okay, let's go there first."

"You have to hold on."

She supported him and walked slowly to the other side of the cave. This cave should have been formed naturally. It was basically filled with stones. Because it was not exposed to the sun all year round, it exuded a cool atmosphere.

But it doesn't matter, at least it can shelter from the wind and rain.

Lan Qian helped Mo Chen to a large rock, carefully helped him sit down, and let him lean against the rock.

She was anxious to see his wound.

The black blood blended with the black clothes, making it impossible to tell which was blood. Lan Qian only saw that the clothes around his chest were soaked. How much blood had he lost and how serious was his wound?

Her outstretched fingers trembled slightly.

When her fingertips lightly touched his clothes, they were stained with black blood.

Suddenly, her hand was grabbed tightly.

Lan Qian raised her eyes and met the man's gaze.

What kind of eyes are those?

Dark, bloodthirsty, sinister... and with a hint of cruelty that wanted to destroy everything, he stared at her closely, as if he wanted to see through all her inner thoughts and her purpose.

Lan Qian did not feel the slightest bit of fear because of his gaze, but his wound could not be delayed any longer and the poison in his body also needed to be treated immediately.

"Don't worry, I just want to see your wound."

She has not yet received the memories and the plot, so she doesn't know whether the original owner knew him, nor does she know what his temperament is like in this world. But as an emperor, he should not trust people easily.

"I won't hurt you," she soothed him softly, hoping to make him trust her, but she couldn't help but feel anxious, "Your wound is poisonous. If it's not treated in time, it will be life-threatening."

"Trust me, okay?"

Her voice became softer, almost like a coaxing tone.

"Let me see your wound."

Perhaps the worried look on her face touched him, or perhaps the injuries and poison in his body made it impossible for him to hold on any longer, and he finally slowly relaxed his grip on her hand and gently closed his eyes.

Lan Qian didn't delay any longer and reached out to untie his clothes.