Abandon the emperor as a prisoner

Gu Mingzhou's gray pupils stared round in surprise.

"you……"

For a moment, he didn't know what to say to Xiao Luo, he just opened his two thin lips slightly, breathing out the increasingly hot breath.

Xiao Luo was very close to Gu Mingzhou, so close that he seemed to be entangled with Gu Mingzhou's breathing.

He didn't know what he wanted to do, let alone how he got the courage to overthrow Gu Mingzhou.

There was no sound in the room, as if time had stood still.

Xiao Luo pressed against Gu Mingzhou's body in an extremely warm and ambiguous posture, and the two looked at each other for a long time before Xiao Luo lowered his eyes and looked down.

What came into view was Gu Mingzhou's strong and muscular chest, and there was a shocking wound on the left chest, the skin was torn apart, and the blood flowed profusely.

Xiao Luo judged that the wound should be caused by the blade transformed from internal force.

An assassin at the Xuantian Realm...had hurt Gu Mingzhou at the Divine Realm?

how is this possible......

The furrow between the brows could not be stretched, Xiao Luo was suspicious, but he knew it well, with Gu Mingzhou's temperament, no matter how he asked, he couldn't find out why.

"Butler Zhang!"

Maintaining the posture of overwhelming Gu Mingzhou, Xiao Luo shouted loudly and called Steward Zhang in.

As soon as Steward Zhang entered the door, he saw Xiao Luo riding on Gu Mingzhou, and Gu Mingzhou was lying on the bed with disheveled clothes, and immediately lowered his head in shock, flustered and at a loss.

"Slave, slave is..."

"Go and get the best medicine for golden sores, don't say anything." Xiao Luo didn't turn his head, he kept watching Gu Mingzhou's wound, and gave orders to Steward Zhang firmly.

"This, this..." Butler Zhang was a little confused, and raised his head cautiously, trying to ask Gu Mingzhou what he meant.

"Go!"

"The slave obeys...the slave is going..."

After being yelled at by Xiao Luo, Steward Zhang immediately ran out to get the golden sore medicine.

After Steward Zhang left, Gu Mingzhou looked at Xiao Luo and let out a chuckle, "You are not cowardly, you have been reduced to the point of being a male favorite, and you still have such a princely temper?"

"This is not the prince's temper." Xiao Luo corrected solemnly, with a pair of black pupils shining with a firm light, "Father has already passed on to me when the Yaoguang country was destroyed, so I am the emperor's temper."

Gu Mingzhou was stunned, and couldn't help showing an admiring smile on his face, "What an emperor, I want to see if you have the ability to sit back on your dragon chair."

"I will definitely." Xiao Luo said firmly.