When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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His eyes were as cold as shattered ice, and the aura on his body became extremely terrifying, like a cloudy sky that was about to rain, making people breathless.

But Liu Xi raised his head and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha I quenched the poison on this hidden weapon. No one in this world can detoxify you. It will melt into your blood, and you will die suddenly in less than an hour."

Qian Ling looked at He Lanjun in disbelief.

If it wasn't for the blow he blocked for him, it wouldn't be He Lanjun who was injured now.

"Impossible, there must be an antidote! Liu Xi, I order you to take out the antidote, and I can spare you."

Liu Xi said: "Your Majesty, is it too late for you to say this now, no one can save him."

"That's not the case, as long as you take out the antidote," Qian Ling stood up enduring the pain, "Don't you want the throne? I'll give it to you, as long as you save him."

As soon as his words came out, several people present were stunned.

"are you an idiot?"

He Lanjun's voice was hoarse as if rolling through the gravel, the depths of his eyes were obscure and complicated, and the color of his lips was a little lighter than usual, "Is something like the throne can be given to anyone casually?"

Qian Ling frowned tightly, stepped forward to support the person, and then He Lanjun frowned even more, "But you are dying, I want to save you."

"...who said I would die?"

He Lanjun didn't expect Liu Xi's villain to be so bold that he openly took out a hidden weapon to assassinate him. He didn't notice it for a while before there was an episode, but it didn't mean he lost.

next second.

He Lanjun raised his hand and forcibly pulled out the hidden weapon on his arm, the blood flowed faster, almost filling Qian Ling's palm.

Qian Ling's voice was trembling with anxiety, "You, don't move around."

"You hide aside."

As He Lanjun spoke, he walked forward. Liu Xi, who was lying on the ground, did not expect that he still had the strength to move, "You—"

But Liu Xi's reaction was always too late.

Liu Xi hadn't finished speaking when he saw the bloody hidden weapon piercing his lower abdomen fiercely. With force, the scarlet liquid splashed on the side of his face, He Lanjun looked even more indifferent and ruthless hot.

"Since there is no antidote," He Lanjun pushed the hidden weapon in his hand even harder, he let go of his hand with a sneer, and stood up slowly, "Then I have to find a companion on the road to Huangquan."

Qianling quickly stepped forward to support him.

Good weight.

Although He Lanjun was not fat, but he was strong and tall, and he pressed down like a big stone statue.

Qianling felt that she was about to be crushed.

Feeling Qianling's burden, He Lanjun said: "Ahem, can you do it, Your Majesty? If you can't lift me up, throw me on the ground."

"You're almost dead, why are you talking so much?"

Qianling was angry and anxious, as if he was a burden, unable to help no matter where he went, and even hurt others, the more he thought about it, the more sore his eyes became.

The field of vision was obscured by a layer of mist.

He said: "This is the good show you prepared for me. You are an idiot. You can't hide yourself and you sent it up. Who asked you to protect it?"

His voice was nasal, and what he said was clearly a curse, but it sounded like he was complaining wronged and acting like a spoiled child.

"Your Majesty is crying?"

Both of Qianling's hands were used to help people, and she couldn't even wipe away her tears.

And He Lanjun, who was injured and dying, was not in a hurry at all, and still had the time to tease him.

He said angrily: "It's none of your business, whoever stipulates that the emperor can't cry, I'm going to cry."

"Don't cry, those who don't know think I'm bullying you," He Lanjun wanted to help someone wipe their tears, but found that his hands were dirty, so he could only rub the back of his slightly clean hand, "What do you want to do?" cry?"

"Unless, unless you don't die."

"Okay, I promise you."

Even with He Lanjun's guarantee, Qianling's tears still kept falling like broken beads.

He Lanjun could only helplessly wipe away tears.

In this gap, the playboy who had been ignored by the three of them quietly walked around to the back of the hall, picked up the vase, raised it high and threw it in the direction of Qian Ling and He Lanjun.

At this moment, a few black shadows suddenly flashed in from outside the door.

The vase fell to the ground, and the dude screamed and was pushed to the ground.

Several hidden guards knelt on the ground and saluted.

"My lord, the subordinates will be punished for being late."

He Lanjun turned his head slowly, and looked at the hidden guards without the previous tenderness in his eyes, replaced by Sen Leng, with a strong murderous intent in his tone.

"Afterwards, go to receive the punishment yourself, and deal with the person first."

"Yes."

One of the hidden guards stood up, drew out a long sword with a cold light, and walked towards Liu Xi.

"Wait, He Lanjun, what do you want to do?" Liu Xi stepped back while covering the bleeding wound, "If you kill me, no one will be able to cure your poison!"

"Detoxification, I don't need you to worry about me," He Lanjun ordered, "Deal with him."

In Liu Xi's unbelievable gaze, a cold light flashed past, followed by a heavy sound of falling to the ground, and the scarlet liquid soaked the ground.

Gollum.

Liu Xi's head rolled not far away, and he met his godson face to face.

The dude was already frightened into a fool, screaming from his throat, and he was also dealt with in the next moment.

The hall became extremely quiet.

"He, He Lanjun... are you really okay? I'll find the imperial doctor for you, the best doctor in the entire capital to help you see a doctor, you must..."

"His Majesty."

He Lanjun's chin rested lightly on the top of Qian Ling's head, and the vibration of his chest was in his ears as he spoke, "If you can get His Majesty's care, I will die without regret."

The more Qian Ling heard it, the more she wanted to cry. Regardless of the people watching, she simply sobbed softly, the corners of her eyes and cheeks turned red, and said, "Wow, how can anyone curse themselves like that?"

"My lord, Mr. Baicao has arrived."

Before Qian Ling's rambling stopped, he raised his head, and saw a gray-haired old man walking in with a wooden box, and saluted respectfully.

He Lanjun nodded, "Mr. Baicao is welcome."

"The old man is late, please let the young man make way, let the old man inspect the wound for the adults."

Mr. Baicao took a look at the wound and then cut the veins. He took out dozens of bottles and cans from the wooden box with a heavy face.

Qian Ling asked anxiously beside him with red eyes: "How is he, will he die?"

"This poison is a bit tricky, and the old man can only be [-]% sure that he can prepare the antidote. The rest depends on the perseverance of adults. As long as we get through today, we will be safe."

Mr. Baicao was mixing the medicine powder in his hands, and poured the mixed medicine powder on the wound on He Lanjun's arm, Qian Ling felt pain even looking at it.

He Lanjun raised his other uninjured hand, and Qian Ling quickly took it, "If you hurt, just call out, there's no shame in it."

He Lanjun paused for a moment, a pained look suddenly appeared on his originally expressionless face.He rested his forehead on Qianling's shoulder, and said muffledly, "It hurts so much, Your Majesty."

"Then, what should we do?" Qian Ling looked up at the doctor, "Can you prescribe some painkillers for him?"

The subordinates on the side looked dumbfounded.

Their boss had suffered multiple injuries before, and he didn't even groan during the treatment, not to mention the pain, but now it's just a mere hidden weapon injury.

Mr. Baicao smiled lightly, "Maybe what adults need is not painkillers."

Qian Ling was confused, "What do you want?"

"Young master, why don't you stay and take care of him tonight, I believe that your lord will recover better."

Qian Ling was stunned for a moment, and quickly refused, "How is this possible, I don't know anything, and I have never taken care of anyone. If something happens to me, I will—"

"Cough cough cough."

He Lanjun suddenly started to cough violently, bending over to feel uncomfortable, Qian Ling even forgot what she wanted to say, so she saw him and said, "Don't worry about me, you can go."

"How do I go? You're so sick, don't talk yet," Qian Ling said anxiously and strangely, "Where is your room? I'll help you there."

The bullet screen is full of speeches:

——Damn, smelling the strong green tea smell, I thought it was someone, it turned out that the green tea has become refined.

— Scheming 1.

——This acting is fake to death, and only my wife will believe it simply.

——If you can be taken care of, it will be too worthwhile to be stabbed, and you can take the opportunity to post after you get a good impression. What a beautiful thing!

……

Qian Ling supported the person, and stumbled towards the direction He Lanjun pointed.

I just feel that a short journey has taken so long in a lifetime.

The servant brought a basin of water, "My lord, this servant will help you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was severely rewarded with an eye knife by the sick adult on the bed just now, and suddenly, as if enlightened, he handed the finished handkerchief to Qian Ling next to him.

"Young master, for the sake of your lord's injury, can you wipe his body for him?"

"I?"

Qian Ling stretched out his hand hesitantly, and the handkerchief was immediately stuffed into his hand, with expectant eyes, "Oh... okay."

The person on the bed hurt a hand, but it seemed like he couldn't move his whole body, and he didn't cooperate, and Qian Ling had to blush and dawdle a little bit for something that could be done in a short time.

After wiping He Lanjun's body clean, Qian Ling was already exhausted, so she lay down on the bedside and closed her eyes to rest.

His body should be moderately adjusted according to the attributes of the character, and he is more delicate than those identities in the past.

Qian Ling is now so sleepy that his consciousness is a little blurred.

But He Lanjun, who should be weaker than him, leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes fell deeply on Qian Ling.

Under the orange candlelight, the boy was dyed with a warm halo.Sweat drenched his forehead and stuck to his cheeks, and his lips were more rosy than usual.

All this clearly told him that apart from the absolutely forbidden identity, the person in front of him was just a pure and clean boy.

It's so clean that it doesn't look like a productive person in a place like the deep palace.

Qian Ling frowned, turned her face away, and hid her face under her sleeves, revealing only her messy hair.

He Lanjun whispered: "Your Majesty, if you are sleepy, you can come up and sleep."