Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Duan Yue would never have thought that Prince Jing would experience the same experience as him.

After all, in his mind, a heinous person like Prince Jing should go to the eighteenth level of hell after death.

If he is also reborn, then some god or Buddha should be blind.

Duan Yue only thought that this person was mocking him.

He knotted the bandage hard, deliberately tightening his wound.

"I know a lot, what do you know?"

Replying like this, I still feel puzzled, and added with a sneer: "Could it be that everyone is as incompetent and cowardly as you?"

Prince Jing frowned.

He finally realized that he didn't know Duan Yue well.

The little secret guard he thought was unsmiling, silent and loyal, and indifferent to everything.

Ever since he came to him, Duan Yue has been the most qualified subordinate and the most perfect slave.

Everything is considered, never presumptuous.

But it turned out that he used to be angry, angry, and had different expressions on his face.

Prince Jing looked at him for a while, then let go, and said nothing.

The whole person was silent as if separated from the world.

Because of Duan Yue's deliberate revenge just now, the wound on the wrist began to bleed again.

He didn't care, didn't respond at all.

Duan Yue's heart began to feel stuffy again.

A puff of breath was held in his chest, unable to go up or down, like a sharp knife, tossing his heart fiercely.

He closed his eyes, and as if venting his anger, he pulled Prince Jing's wrist, loosened the bandage, and bandaged him again.

Prince Jing's expression finally changed a bit.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyelids slightly, quietly watching the little dark guard who was seriously handling the bloodstains.

Duan Yue muffled: "Only this time."

After dressing up, he was about to leave.

Little Yellow Book started to feel hot in his chest again.

Duan Yue was afraid that it would be discovered, so he immediately said coldly: "Don't talk!"

Prince Jing was stunned for a moment, his mouth that had just opened closed again, and his fingertips clenched unconsciously.

Duan Yue didn't realize that he had yelled at the wrong person.

Xiao Huangshu's voice came directly into his mind: "It's okay, Dad! Only you can hear my voice!"

Duan Yue thought to himself, with such witchcraft and sorcery, he dares to say that he is not a monster.

Little Yellow Book was in a hurry: "Father, good man! I'm such a good man!"

Seeing that it could hear his inner voice, Duan Yue simply said in his heart: "I don't care who you want to harm, in short, get out of my place quickly, don't try to suck my energy, or I will burn you sooner or later."

Little Yellow Shu said "Hi!", rubbed anxiously on his chest, left and right, and finally stomped his foot: "Dad, Dad! Don't worry about these things, save Prince Jing!"

Duan Yue was impatient: "Isn't he all right? A little injury won't kill him."

I still have injuries on my body, and I didn't see that I was dying all day long.

"It's not the same, something is up! Medicine, wound medicine! The wound medicine sent by the emperor is poisonous."

Duan Yue paused, and retracted the foot he had just stepped out.

Prince Jing was fascinated by the back of the little dark guard, when he suddenly turned his head and stared at him with burning eyes, as if falling stars had fallen in his clear eyes.

Prince Jing didn't know why, but suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled down.

"Fourth Highness."

Before Duan Yue realized it, he knelt on the couch with one knee, propped his arms on the wall, half-wrapped him in his arms, bent over and approached slowly.

Very close.

Even the breath is intertwined.

Low voice, warm breath.Create an illusion of ambiguity.

Prince Jing held his breath and shrank his shoulders slightly.

It was the first time for him to observe the little dark guard so closely.

Only then did he realize that the young little dark guard's skin was so delicate and white.

Later, Duan Yue was born and died, licking a knife in the bloody wind to survive, his body was covered in cuts and bruises, and it was painful to the touch.

Prince Jing felt some unknown emotion in his heart, like a surging river, with ripples.

"you……"

Duan Yue leaned close to his face, blinked, and said bluntly: "Take off your clothes."

King Jing came back to his senses, his peach blossom eyes suddenly opened wide, thinking that he was going to humiliate him, he stepped back half a minute, and tightened his clothes.

"Section Sixteen!"

"here I am."

Duan Yue tilted his head: "If you don't take it off, I'll help you."

He clamped Prince Jing's two small arms that were as thin as bamboo poles, ripped off his clothes, pressed him on the couch, and his wanton eyes swept across his naked body from top to bottom.

Prince Jing struggled a bit, but he didn't have enough strength to escape.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Duan Shiliu, what are you doing?"

Duan Yue didn't speak, and asked Xiao Huangshu in his heart: "This wound medicine is given by Emperor Zhongcheng? Are you sure?"

"Sure, Dad."

Duan Yue's expression froze slightly.

He is not skilled in medicine, but he can still distinguish the difference between medicine and poison.

Prince Jing's back was wounded, pus and bruises appeared, and the blood turned black, it was clear that there was something wrong with the medicine.

"What kind of poison?"

Xiao Huangshu yelled, "Zhu Que Ling."

Duan Yue's eyes flashed.

He heard this poison mentioned four times in the paragraph, chronic poison, if you touch it, you will die, and it will take effect within three to five years.

Duan Si, there should be a way to detoxify.

Thinking of this, Duan Yue was not in a hurry, turned Prince Jing over, and closed his clothes for him.

Prince Jing looked at him with pursed lips, pulled off the quilt to cover his body, his face was pale, and his eyelashes were trembling.

Duan Yue thought it was ridiculous, and raised his chin: "What are you afraid of? Duan Chuchu, it turns out that you are also afraid sometimes."

Prince Jing said in a hoarse voice, "Get lost."

Duan Yue snorted coldly in his heart, let go, and left in a flash.

And worried, who knows if His Highness the Third Highness will turn back, so he stayed overnight on the old tree in the courtyard, and returned early the next morning.

The Dark Guard Camp was still the same, and it was gloomy during the day, with few people.

When Duan Yue returned to the dormitory, Duan Si lay on the couch and yelled "Ouch" in pain.

He was injured, his hands were behind his back, and he was struggling to apply the medicine himself.

"What's wrong with you?" Duan Yue walked over and asked.

Didn't he just leave for one night? Why did the fourth child get into trouble again?

Duan Si almost jumped up and hit him.

"You still have the face to say it! Where were you last night?"

Of course he was with Prince Jing.

"The commander came to look for you, but he couldn't find you, so he beat me up!"

Duan Si burst into tears, "It's none of my business if you run around! My waist..."

Ah, it turned out to be his fault.

Duan Yue took the medicine, squatted down and helped him wipe it on the red and swollen buttocks, and sincerely apologized: "It's my fault, I'm sorry."

Duan Si patted the bed board angrily: "That's it!?"

Duan Yue thought about it.

"Little brother, I'm sorry."

"I'm not young! Whoever you say is young, say it again!"

Duan Yue is as good as he is: "Fourth brother, I'm sorry."

"..."

When Duan Yue said "brother", countless people in the dark guard camp wanted to break their heads, so they were not lucky to hear it.

he listened twice

Duan Si stretched his brows and eyes, hummed twice, barely satisfied.

"Fourth brother."

Duan Yue called him obediently again, before asking: "Do you have Zhu Quling's antidote?"

Duan Si squinted at him: "What?"

"I have a friend..."

"You have a fart friend."

Duan Yue paused, then changed his words: "I have an acquaintance who was poisoned."

Zhu Quling is a banned drug.

All over the world, only the national inventory has it.

Xiao Shiliu, an "acquaintance", is probably not someone His Majesty wants to kill.

Duan Si didn't bother to ask, he groped under the bed, took out a wooden box and opened it, took a pill and handed it to Duan Yue.

"Is this the antidote?"

"It's poison."

Duan Sibai glanced at him: "Zhu Que Ling has no solution, unless he fights the poison with poison. After taking this medicine for half a month, it may be solved with internal force assistance."

"Success rate?"

Duan Si compared the numbers: "Thirty percent."

"And if it's not done well, not only will the poisoned person bleed to death from the seven orifices, but you will also suffer backlash."

Duan Yue pursed his lips and did not speak.

He put away the medicine, thanked Duan Si, and went to find Duan Shishi.

Duan Twelve is a living god of the Dark Guard Camp, with extraordinary medical skills.

But the method he gave was the same as Duan Si.

Duan Yue didn't know whether to use it or not, he didn't want to take any more risks for King Jing, and he didn't want King Jing to die because of it.

After all, he was also Duan Yue's master, it would be too useless to die so quietly.

When he was very entangled, Duan Fei hurriedly called him into the palace, saying that Emperor Zhongcheng had something important to announce.