The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

Mo Ling grabbed Ji Nanfeng's clothes, and propped up Ji Nanfeng's forward body, protecting the semi-conscious Ji Nanfeng and fighting with one hand.

Right now, Ji Nanfeng is in a coma, and if he doesn't use his spiritual power, the chances of defeating these assassins are very slim.

Mo Ling hadn't used his spiritual power yet, and his heart was in pain. Like Ji Nanfeng, he spurted black blood and knelt down on one knee.

"Brother and sister!"

"Third brother, we can't fight hard, let's run away." Mo Ling said in a calm manner.

The assassin saw that they couldn't hold on, so he intensified his attack and struck viciously. The third prince accidentally cut a big gash in his arm, blood was flowing.

"Brothers and sisters, I will suppress them later. I will count to 123. You take Nanfeng to flee to the left, and I run to the right. Let's disperse and flee."

"Okay." Mo Ling set up Ji Nanfeng.The left side is the direction to the main hall. The remaining guards are resting at the entrance of the main hall. Mo Ling not only wants to control the enemy, but also lead people, so the third prince lures most of the enemies away to protect Mo Ling and Ji Nanfeng to escape safely.

The tree vine quickly rolled up a person, Mo Ling stepped forward, the person on the tree vine knocked down the people around, and made a way.The third prince whipped the ground, and he pushed Mo Ling's back with help: "Let's go!"

"Third brother, be careful!"

Mo Ling put Ji Nanfeng on his back and went straight to the main hall, the green clothes swayed by, the assassins looked at each other, several of them chased them consciously, the third prince stood in the place where Mo Ling disappeared, holding the silver long whip tightly in his palm.

"Ling'er, I seem to have been poisoned. The inferior group, why are you following the fashion at this critical time?" The cold wind blew on the face, the assassin approached, the color of Ji Nanfeng's pupils turned blue, and the mobile decorations on the ground were suspended and smashed to the assassin.

He coughed a few times and vomited some blood on the back of Mo Ling's neck. Mo Ling found his way by his memories, and stepped on a piece of weeds. His pupils turned blue, and the weeds rose to a height of one meter. They were half-human, with arms still It's grass, with sharp tips, and sharp claws that bark their teeth and claws in the dark night.

"Monsters! Destroy them!"

The assassins stepped back again and again, watching Mo Ling and Ji Nanfeng disappear around the corner.

"Can you hold it? Save your spiritual power, and deal with them by mobilizing a small part." Ji Nanfeng said with some complaints.

Mo Ling supported his slumped body: "If you can't hold on, I will throw you down. Don't be poor, we are coming, we are all poisoned, someone must be doing something secretly. Jiu'er and Fifth Brother are gone, so I don't know their situation , we have to adjust our breath to find them as soon as possible.”

"Yeah." Ji Nanfeng rested his head on Mo Ling weakly. He only listened to half of what Mo Ling said behind him, and the rest became a buzzing tinnitus. The sense of contact with the outside world was disappearing. Ji Nanfeng didn't want to tell Mo Ling, afraid that he would be worried and distracted.

"Nanfeng, hold on! The temple is so big, aren't you afraid that the pilgrims will get lost?" There was no one chasing after him, but in the vast temple, it would still take a long time to get from one point to another.

Mo Ling leaned against the red pillar, cushioning the sinking Ji Nanfeng. He was out of breath and warned himself not to rest, but his body dragged his steps.

Behind the red pillar is a door, Mo Ling wiped off the sweat soaked in his eyes, stepped forward, and the door at the back opened from the inside.

"Ninth Concubine?" The people who went out raised their voices when they noticed them.

Mo Ling turned around, and the speaker was wearing a green and black monk's robe, with long black hair tied up high, he was Yiqian who had just finished reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"Your condition is not very good. Mr. Ji is fainted. Princess, your lips are purple and your pupils are dizzy. It looks like you are poisoned. Come in quickly, both of you." Yi Qian frowned, and he went to help Ji Nanfeng, but Mo Ling Pursing his lips to avoid it.

"I can't tell that Tianyin Temple is full of talents, and the monks who lead the hair casually can tell that others are poisoned by their appearance."

"Princess, don't panic. The monk knows a thing or two about treating diseases and seeing poisons. But if the princess doesn't believe in the monk, she can leave, and the monk will not force you to detoxify the two. But, look at the signs of Mr. Ji, the poison is attacking the heart, and delay Go on, even if Hua Tuo is still alive, he will be powerless." Yi Qian said in a flat tone, put his palms in front of him, said a few words of Amitabha, and left on his own.

"and many more!"

Don't be afraid of [-], just in case, Ji Nanfeng on his back didn't move, Mo Ling couldn't be relieved, thinking that if he had no grievances with them before, it was impossible to hurt them.

Mo Ling said in a deep voice, "I have Lao Yi's former master."

"It's easy to say, please let Wangfei carry Young Master Ji into the house." Yiqian pushed open the door and welcomed the two of them in.

He lit the wick in the lantern, and the room was illuminated with orange light. Mo Ling supported Ji Nanfeng on the small wooden bed, and Yiqian opened the box next to the closet, and took out a wooden plate from which dozens of pieces were crowded. Bottles and cans.

"Princess, please step back, and let me have a look." Yiqian opened Ji Nanfeng's eyelids, checked his mouth and nose, grabbed Ji Nanfeng's cuffs, put his fingers on Ji Nanfeng's wrists, for him Diagnosing the pulse, recalling that there was always the same expression, Mo Ling couldn't see anything good or bad from his face, he himself was dizzy, anxious and tired.

"Fortunately, the poisoning is not deep." Yi Qian finally spoke, he withdrew his hand, turned back to the box, and found a black bottle from the bottom of the box.

"Now there is only one antidote, Wangfei, take it first, and I will prepare it for him later." Yiqian handed the bottle to Mo Ling, but Mo Ling hesitated, not knowing whether he should take it, Yiqian Seeing this, he said: "I have no motive to harm you. I am willing to detoxify you because I promised to someone before. I am not a person with nothing to do, let alone a doctor who is willing to do good. I saved you just for a promise. You don't have to Ask who it is, when the puzzle should be solved, it will be solved by itself. Whether you eat or not is your problem, and whether to help is my business."

"That's right." Yiqian threw the bottle on the table, and he began to adjust the contents of the tray. Without raising his head, he said: "Just now I saw the prince went to the wild forest, and he seemed to be poisoned. The princess did not come to help If that is the case, I don't think the prince can last long with that assassin."

Xi Mojiu is Mo Ling's weakness, Yiqian just pinched his weakness, Mo Ling looked at the bottle on the table, and Ji Nanfeng, who was lying on the bed, unconsciously coughed twice.

Mo Ling bit his back molars, grabbed the bottle mouth, took off the red stopper, poured out the brown pill and ate it.

There was hotness in the body, and it dissipated. I felt dizzy and my strength slowly recovered.

"Thank you! Nanfeng will please Your Excellency." Yiqian is not an easy person, Mo Ling thanked him gratefully, opened the door and poked his head out to check, seeing no one around, he went out and closed the door in one go, and ran to the wild forest without delay .

Yelin was the place where he was assassinated not long ago. Xi Mojiu sat on a tree, relying on the night and branches to hide his figure.

His body was filled with violent hot flashes, Xi Mojiu's cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was heavy. He mercilessly cut a hole in the palm of his hand with a dagger.

Pain dampens desire.