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Wei Junxing only felt that his body was like being eaten by thousands of ants, and the pain was so painful that he didn't have the heart to think about it. He clutched his chest and murmured in the direction the man left,

"Don't go, don't go..."

The figure disappeared in full view of everyone. He struggled to get up, but found that the soft couch under him was soaked in blood. He was really tired.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." An urgent voice rang in his ears, so loud that he couldn't even close his eyes.

Wei Junxing tried his best to open his eyes, and saw vines tangling wildly above his head, and red candlelight in the dark hall.

"This is……"

He struggled to get up, but his limbs were hurting, and his whole body was like rolling through a knife.

He couldn't remember how he was injured, and how he came here. It seemed that too many things had happened, but he didn't remember any of them.

In a haze, I seemed to see a person standing by the bed with his hands down, his red clothes scattered, revealing a pair of bloodthirsty red pupils, seeing him wake up, he knelt down on the side of the bed with a plop,

"Your Highness, please go quickly."

Wei Junxing was frightened and avoided the approaching hands. He lowered his head and saw that the wound on his chest was healing little by little. He couldn't control himself, and asked in a hoarse voice,

"General Wei, you saved me?"

But the voice was obviously not his own, as if another soul in his body was asking for himself.

The person beside the bed raised his head, his eyes filled with tears,

"This subordinate came late to rescue you and injured you. This subordinate is willing to die for His Highness, as long as His Highness can live well."

Wei Junxing was about to get out of bed, and helped the man up, but the man kneeling below stepped up before him, and pressed his shoulder,

"Your Highness, my subordinates have worked hard all these years, and I only hope that you can come to this world again. Now that you have come back to my side after being alive, this is really God's will."

He pressed Wei Junxing's shoulders tightly with both hands like iron tongs, and a chill came over him. Wei Junxing saw the gradual madness on the long donkey's face, and his brain was swept by like a gust of wind for a moment, and he remembered.

He remembered how to find Gong Nianwei, how to grab the rattan whip, how to faint, but why did he come here?

Just for a moment of stupefaction, the man clamped his shoulders with both hands.

I don't know if the shirt on his chest was not tied all the time, or it was accidentally torn apart during the treatment of the wound. At this time, he was half naked, looking up at the approaching face.

"Wei Linggong?"

A thunder suddenly sounded in his mind, he can't do this, he can't be at the mercy of others.

The hands clamping his shoulders began to slowly slide towards his chest, Wei Junxing seemed to be frozen all over, unable to move, he only stared wide-eyed at the almost crazy eyes.

Countless images flashed through Wei Junxing's mind, Zhang Heguang who was teaching, Wei Linggong on the horse, hesitant to speak in the Ferris wheel, God, it turned out that he was wrong, Wei Linggong simply had different thoughts about him.

He tried his best to pooh at the approaching face,

"I don't know...you don't know the good stuff, how dare you overstep it."

The hand that had already landed on his chest trembled with scalding heat, as if it had been scalded, it quickly withdrew.

Wei Junxing propped himself up and sat up, glared fiercely at Wei Linggong who had retreated, and yelled loudly,

"roll."

He only felt a sharp pain from the wound on his chest, and the viscous liquid slid down his chest with the warmth of his body.

No, what's wrong with all this, why?

He Jingshuo and Xiao Hei yelled hoarsely outside, helpless facing the hall entangled in vines, looking at the sky, it was going to be dark again.

He Jingshuo was heartbroken, at first he could hear Wei Junxing's occasional groans, but later he couldn't even hear a single sound.

He didn't dare to imagine what happened inside, but he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

He Jingshuo and Xiao Hei walked back and forth in front of the door, unable to think of any way to destroy the rattan whip, and the black mist coiled around the roof gradually subsided at this moment.

The rattan-wrapped door opened with a creak.

The two looked at the door at the same time, Wei Linggong staggered out of the room in a messy red gauze dress, his straight black hair was scattered behind him, and his face was pale.

The person he held in his arms had his chest open, his face was ashen, his eyes were tightly closed, and there were even tiny drops of blood dripping down the bright red gauze.

He Jingshuo clenched his fists and was about to rush towards Wei Linggong, but was held back by Xiao Hei, who silently shook his head at him.

"Ah Xing, what's the matter with you, A Xing?"

After He Jingshuo came out of the ancient tomb, it was the first time he got so close to Wei Junxing, but what he saw was Wei Junxing like a corpse.

His angina was so painful that he just wanted to hold him in his arms now.

Wei Linggong, who was about to leave with someone in his arms, heard He Jingshuo's cry, his eyes moved, and he saw He Jingshuo's distraught face.

Wei Linggong's face tightened, showing a ferocious face, he turned his head slightly towards He Jingshuo, and a vine directly entangled He Jingshuo.

He Jingshuo moved his feet and slid towards Wei Linggong.

He Jingshuo's clenched fists could not use any strength under the entanglement of vines, and Wei Linggong pulled him closer, and Wei Linggong glared at each other with his frantic face.

Wei Linggong's black pupils glowed faintly, like a messenger from hell, and he squeezed out a few words,

"all because of you."

With a sweep of his gaze, Wei Junxing was supported by several vines, and he stretched out his hand to pinch He Jingshuo's neck. He Jingshuo's face instantly turned purple, and he was about to suffocate to death.

Xiao Hei on one side rushed forward, she grabbed Wei Linggong's hand and tore it hard,

"General, he is He Jingshuo, not someone else. This is Wei Junxing, not Prince Shen. General, please let them go, please, please."

Xiao Hei's whole body was almost hanging on Wei Linggong's arm, and that pair of iron clamp-like hands tightly held He Jingshuo.

If it wasn't for Xiao Hei's tugging, He Jingshuo felt that he must have lost his mind.

Wei Linggong's eyes moved when he heard Xiao Hei mentioning Prince Shen, and his eyes turned back to Wei Junxing who was entangled in vines. He slowly loosened his grip on He Jingshuo's neck.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Hei, stared blankly, and with a flick of his finger, several vines climbed up and bound Xiao Hei tightly.

With a wave of his hands, he caught Wei Junxing who was entangled in vines, and at the same time He Jingshuo and Xiao Hei were picked up by the vines and thrown to the palace wall on both sides.

At the moment when he hit the palace wall, He Jingshuo only felt that his internal organs had been displaced. He would rather Wei Linggong raised a long knife and hacked him to death with one knife, than watching Wei Linggong hug Wei Linggong like this. It would be easier for Junxing to stride away,

"Ah Xing, Ah Xing..."

He shouted out of fear, trying to wake up Wei Junxing, but unfortunately it was in vain, he could only watch helplessly as Wei Linggong picked up Wei Junxing and strode out of the city lord's mansion.