My Empress is My Bad Girl

Just when everyone thought Long Bo was dead like this, a cough came!

Under Shui Yijun's continuous pressing, Xiao Zhuang finally regained his breathing!

"Great." The child whispered, "Sister, did you see it? He's alive."

Qian'er's entire tight body suddenly relaxed, turned around and leaned against her sister, raised her hand and wiped her eyes, only to realize that she had already burst into tears.

The sisters cuddled closely together, watching the scene below motionlessly.

After Xiao Zhuang woke up, he took a breath and sat up slowly.

But he was covered in blood, and his face looked terrible.

The high priest burst into tears: "Long Bo, you are still alive."

Xiao Zhuang looked around, finally his eyes fell on Qian'er on the diagonally opposite roof.

Qian'er was also looking at him without blinking.

The eyes are facing each other, everything is clear.

In order not to worry Qian'er any more, he took a deep breath and stood up.

Xiao Er smiled and said: "It seems that Master Long Bo's injury is not very serious. High priest, you see, but I am merciful. You can take care of the rest."

The implication is that if you, an old thing, dare to say nothing, I will kill your son on the spot.

The high priest glanced at his son and said in a deep voice: "What does Prince Lian want, you may as well just say, as long as I have it, I will give it to you."

"I heard that the high priest has the power of ghosts and gods to deal with the plague spreading outside?"

The high priest knew it.

After all, it was for the prescription in his hand.

He shook his head slightly and said, "This recipe belongs to my Uzbek. According to the rules of my ancestors, I cannot give the recipe to outsiders."

"Then it depends on whether in the heart of the high priest, the son's life is important, or the ancestor's rules are important."

"No rules can't make a circle. If I don't abide by the rules of the ancestors, how can I, the high priest, manage the thousands of Uzbek people?"

Xiao Er's face sank, and he had obviously lost his patience.

Shui Yijun said: "High priest, your Uzu is only a few thousand people. You must know that there are hundreds of thousands of people who died because of the plague. I believe the high priest can understand which one is lighter and heavier."

The high priest was silent.

Xiao Er sneered and said to Xiao Zhuang: "Did you see, your dad doesn't seem to value you very much. Then don't blame me for being cruel."

Xiao Zhuang's face was bloody, he raised his eyelids and looked at the high priest.

His vision was bloody, and he couldn't see clearly.

But the look in his eyes made the high priest tremble.

He sighed long.

It started to rain in a patter of days.

The weather in the mountains and forests was changeable, and the light rain turned into violent storms in a blink of an eye.

Shui Yijun said: "It's not too late. I think Master Longbo is seriously injured, so why don't you talk to the house first!"

No one has objections.

So everyone moved into the house.

The toddler took Qian'er off the roof early and put her next to Xiaozhuang.

Qian'er bent down, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes with a kerchief, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Xiao Zhuang shook his head slightly and said nothing.

The high priest is behind.

He stared at this scene with no expression on his face.

No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

There are only a few of them in the room.

Xiao Er turned around and said, "High priest, now that your people are not there, you don't have to speak up."

With a flick of the high priest's robe, he sat down and snorted, "You show me the show, and I naturally have to cooperate with you.