Born short-lived

That needle is poisonous!

Without saying a word, Dong Sheng tore off a part of his sleeve and tied it on the top of Zhou Zirong's forearm, trying to stop the poisonous blood from spreading. He made a knot so hard that Zhou Zirong could almost feel his hand on the top of Zhou Zirong's forearm. shake.

He gently wrapped his hand around the back of Dong Sheng's hand, trying to comfort him: "It's okay..."

Jiazi had already gone to help, and as soon as Nongyue came over, he saw Zhou Zirong's blue forearm, and the dark red blood veins on the bruised skin stood out, looking extremely ferocious, Nongyue couldn't help but gasped: "Why is this so serious? ..."

Dong Sheng was angry and frightened, he was sweating all over his body, his back was so cold that he could barely feel it, he wanted to curse, but when he saw Zhou Zirong's eyes, he couldn't speak, his mind was like a cart wheel pulled by eight horses Spinning frantically: "What kind of poison is this... where are the Chiyun people?!"

Zhou Zirong: "Ge Lao and Jiang Huai Kong are over there."

Dong Sheng glanced through the melee in front of him, now they are unable to move, and they can't let the old man who has no strength to restrain the chicken come by himself, Dong Sheng rushed to Nong Yue and said: "Hurry up and help Jia Zi, fight quickly!" quick decision!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and yelled at Zhou Zirong: "Don't move around! Just stay there!"

As soon as Nongyue and Jiazi arrived, the situation took a turn for the worse, and the aggressive Panyang Yingwei gradually became weak and was beaten to pieces.Zhou Zirong's lips were already a little pale, and he smiled weakly at Dong Sheng, looking even more haggard.

Dong Sheng felt a wrenching pain in his heart, looking at Zhou Zirong's increasingly black arm, he was at a loss, he didn't know where to start, he wanted to help him, but he was afraid of the pain, so he struggled for a long time before he could hold the saponins. As if gently lifting that arm, the other hand pressed lightly around the swollen wound almost like walking on thin ice.

Dong Sheng asked him nervously, "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Zirong frowned and nodded: "It hurts."

In fact, he doesn't hurt at all. I just said this to reassure Dong Sheng—because the most terrible thing is not hurting. No pain means that the muscles and veins have been poisoned. Feeling nothing.

Zhou Zirong also had a pretty good idea in his mind, even if he could cure the poison and save his life, this arm should finally come to an end after all the deadly things he had been doing for a long time.

Soon, Jiang Huailan, who arrived after hearing the wind, led people to finish off the shadow guards squatting around the Wanghai Tower, went upstairs to meet the deceased, and then went up the spare wooden ladder to the top floor to rescue him.

By the time they rushed to the top floor, the Panyang Shadow Guard had almost collapsed, and the situation was quickly brought under control. The last Panyang Shadow Guard, who was still alive, was about to bite his tongue and commit suicide after shouting "God bless Panyang", and was caught Jiazi, who was standing next to him, was knocked unconscious by the hilt of his sword.

Dong Sheng ordered with a gloomy face: "Take him down for a good interrogation. Before the matter is clarified, this person must live for me."

After that, he looked at Jiang Huailan again, smoothed his emotions, and said as calmly as possible: "Miss Jiang has worked hard, come and help King Beizhao."

Jiang Huailan glanced at Zhou Zirong's bruised arm, frowned, neatly rolled up the long sleeves of the blue shirt, walked towards them with a cold face, grabbed Zhou Zirong's wrist without saying a word, and pinched his pulse.

Dong Sheng: "You can't take it lightly..."

Jiang Huailan didn't wait for him to finish, looking at the horrible swollen wound on his forehead, he didn't feel a thin layer of cold sweat, and said: "It's Panyang's Fushengsan, something that can kill, I don't have an antidote now ,wait for me……"

"No need to wait," Chi Yun walked slowly with the support of the young man, Jiang Huai Kong followed behind, "I have the antidote."

"Back when we were a group of old people who established Shadow Guards, this Fushengsan was still old enough to find someone to match it."

Dong Sheng was shocked: "You really have..."

Chi Yun giggled a few times: "Isn't that right, the old man said, if you let the old man stay here, His Majesty will not regret it. It's useless to tie up the poison with a cloth. It can go along the bone. It's less than half a cup of tea..."

Dong Sheng said hastily: "Then ask the old man to detoxify King Bei Zhao."

Zhou Zirong quietly pressed his back behind him, signaling him not to worry, or he would be led by the nose.

Chi Yun walked over slowly: "Of course I won't let you die... After all, I and Your Majesty are still allies right now. In the future, I hope that Your Majesty will remember today's friendship, keep your promise, and take good care of you."

Dong Sheng's concern is chaotic, and Chi Yun can see his weakness at a glance. He is worried that Dong Sheng will kill the donkey in the future, so he deliberately "raises a little bit"-the medicine he gave Zhou Zirong can be an antidote or an antidote. is something else.

But right now there was no time to look at him, Dong Sheng was so anxious that his mind was buzzing, and he said without hesitation: "It's a deal."

Zhou Zirong's eyes sank quietly.

Chi Yun unhurriedly took out a small bottle from his arms, took the cork off the bottle, pinched Zhou Zirong's elbow joint with one hand, and sprinkled the ginger powder in the bottle on the wound with the other hand, sprinkled half of it Then handed the other half to Zhou Zirong.

Chi Yun: "You swallow the half."

Zhou Zirong picked up the medicine bottle, raised his neck and poured it all into his mouth.

As his Adam's apple rolled, the medicine powder was swallowed, Zhou Zirong was choked and coughed, Dong Sheng patted his back and asked, "Have you swallowed everything?"

Zhou Zirong bowed his head and nodded with difficulty, and Dong Sheng was relieved.

Chi Yun lowered his arm slowly, pursed his mouth, and still said in that hoarse voice that looked like a piece of sackcloth: "My lord, does this arm have an old injury?"

Zhou Zirong breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at him, and nodded: "Indeed."

Chi Yun: "My lord's right arm is already damaged, so I'm afraid he can't lift heavy objects? Although the poison is cured now, it has penetrated into the body after all... This arm may not be used anymore."

Chi Yun's words were not out of concern, but because he was afraid that after the poison was detoxified, Dong Sheng would find out that his prince's right hand was crippled, and thought it was because he hadn't detoxified completely, so he came to settle accounts with himself.

But Zhou Zirong had already had a premonition, and was not very surprised when he heard Chi Yun say that, but Dong Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, and his usually good-looking eyes widened: "What do you mean by that?!"

Chi Yun pursed her lips and didn't speak any more.

Dong Sheng stood there in a daze.

Zhou Zirong put down his sleeves rustlingly, covering the arm that was still creepy, and whispered behind Dong Sheng: "Just think of a way in the future. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. We'd better leave as soon as possible."

Dong Sheng looked back at him, his eyes were full of vicious bloodshot eyes.

Jiang Huaikong also said: "Your Majesty's words are reasonable, please move your majesty as soon as possible."

"Your Majesty, please move!"

Dong Sheng was silent for a long time, before suppressing his voice, he said: "Show the command headquarters."

Before getting into the car, after everyone was ready, Xiang Sheng quietly pulled Zhou Zirong into Dong Sheng's frame, patted his shoulder and winked mysteriously: "Give me your horse, you go in." Coax, keep a low profile."

Zhou Zirong froze for a moment, and read a message from the complicated eyebrows and eyes changes in the previous life - don't pretend, I understand.

So in the hint of madness in the past life, Zhou Zirong handed the rein in his hand to the past life dumbfounded, opened the curtain and got into Dong Sheng's frame with a low body.

Not far away, Jiang Huailan looked back, but said nothing, and turned her head back silently.

Inside the car, Dongsheng was meditating inside like an old monk in meditation, but he didn't respond when he heard Zhou Zirong coming in.

When Zhou Zirong saw his "I don't want to talk to you" look, he suddenly understood—it seemed that he was really angry, and he was waiting for him to coax him.

"Your Majesty?" Zhou Zirong sat cross-legged in front of Dong Sheng, calling tentatively.

Dong Sheng remained motionless.

"Dong Sheng?"

"Xuanzheng?"

"Asheng~~~"

Dong Sheng got goosebumps all over his body when he shouted, and opened his eyes unbearably: "Are you calling the soul?!"

The sound insulation of the frame was not very good, and the dead outside the car pulled the horse's rein expressionlessly, calmly raised his hand and waved away the other guards with stiff faces beside the frame.

In the past life, he continued to look ahead as if nothing had happened, ignoring all the boring words that floated into his ears.

small scene small scene.

In the car, Zhou Zirong was pricking Dong Sheng's eyes flatteringly, and his buttocks moved towards Dong Sheng calmly, trying to get closer in silence: "What? How can I let Your Majesty not?" Happy?"

Dong Sheng said with a fake smile: "No way, hello, you are very good."

He was flustered with anger, but he was so distressed, so he couldn't vent it, like a firecracker stuffed in a tin bucket, he could only blow himself up crackling.

After saying this, he deliberately endured it for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. Looking at Zhou Zirong's right arm covered by his sleeve, his eyes turned red again, and his voice softened: "What do you want me to do like this?" ..."

Seeing his tears that were about to burst out, Zhou Zirong suddenly realized that he had really frightened people, and he didn't make fun of them anymore, so he hurried up and hugged him with the other left arm that was still intact: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was wrong, I was wrong, once the war is over, I will do nothing, keep this arm every day, never leave the house, and let someone carry the bowl for me when I eat, okay?"

Dong Sheng made him laugh angrily, and thumped him on the back lightly: "I have searched the world and I have to find a way to heal your arm...By the way, do you dare to do it next time?"

Zhou Zirong let out a symbolic "Ouch" and repeatedly begged for mercy: "I don't dare to dare. Your Majesty fought well and beautifully."

Dong Sheng snorted: "You make yourself like this again... Ah no, bah! I have a crow's mouth, you... Let me tell you, if you are disobedient, be careful that I will fuck you someday."

The life outside the car silently looked away.

It's really going downhill.

Zhou Zirong was stunned after hearing this, and was immediately overjoyed: "It's okay, I listen to you and you can fuck me too!"

Dong Sheng scolded with a smile: "Get lost!"

Zhou Zirong laughed shamelessly, then remembered what he wanted to say, restrained his emotions a little, held Dong Sheng's hand and said seriously: "But let me tell you something, don't be angry... …In the future, no matter what, don’t show your shortcomings in front of outsiders. It doesn’t matter to your own people. After all, Chi Yun is not from Huaxu, not from my race, so his heart must be different. You are the king of a country, so you can’t let outsiders know your weaknesses.”

Dong Sheng's eyes darkened when he said this, and after a long silence, he nodded silently: "Well, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Zhou Zirong said, "you just have to remember, for you, I'm happy to do anything."

Everyone went back to the command headquarters, together with Chi Yun, they summed up the ins and outs, and the sea battle suddenly became clear.Zhou Zirong brought Chi Yun not only for the people in his hands, Zhou Zirong's secret stake in Panyang told him before, Chi Yun is an old man with a lot of background, and he also served as the commander of Panyang's navy when he was young However, those who escaped brought out only a part of his old army, and the general who is now leading the army with the Da Ling people is still his former student.

No one knows him better than Chi Yun.

It only took one night, and the young man who followed Chi Yun sent them a layout plan.