A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

At this time, Shui Qinglian had already taken quick action. He fed Sikong Yan the life-saving water and used his superb medical skills to try to stop the wound on his back that was still bleeding with some precious medicine.

He shouted anxiously: "Xiao Sizhe, don't move! General Xiao, come on, help carry him to the bed!" As he shouted, Ming Yuexin, Huo Longguo and other soldiers rushed in. They acted in a hurry. Some lifted Sikong Yan's body, some protected him carefully, and everyone worked together to move Sikong Yan to the bed.

The young man kept anxiously admonishing people to be gentle, fearing that he would cause more pain to Sikong Yan.

Haogu and the Imperial Master were still hiding in the secret corner of the iceberg, nervously watching all this. Their eyes were fixed on Sikong Yan, their eyes full of calculation and viciousness.

Shui Qinglian shook her head, with a look of difficulty on her face, which made Haogu ecstatic. She lowered her voice and said to the Imperial Master: "Father, it seems that Sikong Yan is doomed! My dagger is also poisonous. Although it is not immediately fatal, if it touches him even a little, even gods will be unable to save him!" There was a hint of pride and cruelty in her tone, as if she had already seen the scene of Sikong Yan's death.

The Imperial Master frowned, his eyes flashing with vigilance, and he looked at Shui Qinglian with hatred - that was his apprentice. He knew very well that Shui Qinglian had extraordinary talent in medical attainments, which made him unable to completely let go of his worries.

He said slowly: "But, I'm still worried!" His voice was low and hoarse, revealing his inner uneasiness and anxiety.

After hearing what her father said, Haogu suddenly felt dissatisfied. She felt that her father was overthinking. How could all this that she had carefully planned fail? She turned away unhappily and said angrily, "Then you just watch here!" After that, she stood aside by herself and ignored the imperial teacher.

At this moment, the atmosphere around them became more and more solemn. Sikong Yan, who was lying on the bed, was as pale as paper and lifeless, as if he could take his last breath at any time. Although the wound on his back had been treated by Shui Qinglian, blood was still oozing out, staining a large area of ​​the bed sheet red. The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people feel suffocated.

Shui Qinglian was busy with a serious look on his face. He kept changing the medicinal materials and tried various methods to save Sikong Yan's life, but his expression became more and more solemn, and it seemed that the situation was not optimistic.

In this corner of ice and snow, the Imperial Master and Haogu watched all this quietly, their hearts filled with tension and anticipation.

They were waiting for the moment when Sikong Yan died, waiting for their conspiracy to succeed. They didn't want to allow a miracle to happen, the gears of fate would always be shackled there and not turn, and things would develop as they wanted!

The Imperial Master and his uncle and his daughter were still quietly hiding in the corner of the snow-capped mountains. The surrounding ice and snow seemed to have built a natural barrier for them.

At this moment, they all showed a smug smile, which was full of the pleasure of conspiracy success. The state teacher thought to himself that he would wait until everyone else left and then go to verify whether Sikong Yan was really dead. He had to make sure that everything was safe.

Just when their thoughts were still drifting away, they suddenly saw Shui Qinglian slowly pulling out the silver needles from Sikong Yan's body one by one.

Then, Shui Qinglian let out a heart-wrenching scream, and then she knelt down in front of the bed, lying on the ground with her whole body bent over, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Your Highness has passed away!"

This sound was like thunder exploding in everyone's ears. When they heard it, they were shocked at first, and then they all quickly knelt down in front of the bed, with sad faces, crying out in unison: "Your Highness, why did you die? You haven't even brought your troops back to the court yet! We haven't even celebrated yet!"

For a moment, the space was filled with sad wails, and the cries seemed to break through the clouds and reach the sky.

The Imperial Master, who was hiding in the dark of the snowy mountains, heard all this, his eyes widened in astonishment, his mouth opened wide, and he looked as if he couldn't believe it. He murmured in his heart: "Is he... going to die?" His originally determined heart actually had a trace of doubt at this moment, after all, the development of things seemed a little too smooth.

Haogu sneered at the side. She looked at her father's astonishment and said with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "Father, did you see that? I've already told you that my dagger is coated with a deadly poison. If you get even a little bit of it, even a great immortal can't save you! Don't freeze here, let's go!"

However, the national teacher still stood there, pointing inside the tent without moving, and asked with a hint of uncertainty in his voice: "You, do you really believe it?" His eyes revealed deep doubts, as if everything before him was just an illusory dream.

Haogu looked at her father's unbelievable expression and said patiently, "Father, don't worry! If you don't believe me, you can come for a check-up tomorrow! Who can escape your magic hand? Even if you find that there is still a trace of pulse, you can just use a colorful scorpion to lick him. It won't be too late then!"

After saying this, she looked at the Imperial Master with a slightly dissatisfied look, as if blaming him for being too suspicious.

After hearing what Haogu said, the national teacher's brows were still furrowed. His eyes were fixed on the tent, and his mind kept recalling everything that had just happened.

He always had a strange feeling in his heart. Although the scene in front of him looked so realistic, he always felt that something seemed to be wrong. He secretly wondered in his heart, is this Shui Qinglian really credible? Is Sikong Yan really dead? Or is all this just an elaborate scam?

He stood there, frowning, muttering to himself: "This is too easy. How could a kid succeed?" The feeling of smoothness made him really unwilling to believe that all this happened so easily.

But, with so many people guarding there, how could he go in and see for sure? It would be useless to just stand there and wait.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head, feeling that it was no use continuing to remain in this stalemate. It would be better for him to go back and have a good rest, recharge his energy, and come back tomorrow with the golden order.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "My daughter is right. Tomorrow, we will come here openly!" When he said this, his face was a little helpless, but also firm. His eyes revealed a little tiredness. After all, he had been in this cold snowy night for a long time.