The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

That moment seemed to pass very slowly, time froze, everyone was motionless, just staring at the sword that Liu Yihan stabbed into Si Ruochen's chest from behind in disbelief.

Only the blood on the crimson clothes smudged very quickly, and within a moment, from the inch where the cold sword penetrated, it seeped out quickly little by little.

A large expanse of crimson occupies all eyes.

"Si Ruochen..."

Ji Qinglin murmured first, and touched his wound uncontrollably.

Then when he fell on him like a big mountain, his neck hanging limply on his shoulders, the voice became urgent and sharp.

"Si Ruochen!"

Mo Song recovered from the angry roar, pulled Liu Yihan past him, and roared at him like an angry leopard:

"Are you crazy!"

That was Si Ruochen, it was Ji Qinglin's life, how dare he do that!Why did he do this!

Liu Yihan's body was stiff, and the sword in his hand was pulled out of Si Ruochen's body as soon as he pulled it away. Si Ruochen's body slid down instantly, and Ji Qinglin quickly hugged him tightly.

He raised his fierce eyes, looked over Si Ruochen's body and looked at Liu Yihan's eyes, with a murderous intent.

Mo Song's heart trembled.

He raised his head and glared at Liu Yihan, clenched his teeth, thinking about how to explain to Ji Qinglin what happened just now.

"you……"

The other party seemed to hear his shout, and slowly turned his head to look at him dully.

As soon as Liu Yihan's eyes appeared, Mo Song fell into an ice cellar.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at him through layers of fog, lifeless, dull, numb, like a thoughtless puppet!

It was no different from the crowd of corpses that kept clamoring outside the city, except that the bloodthirsty madness was missing in his eyes, but he had obviously lost his mind.

"Liu... Yihan?" Mo Song called him, but this time, he didn't get his warm answer like before.

Seeing Ji Qinglin's killing move approaching, Mo Song shouted eagerly: "My lord! Wait...it's not him! He must be controlled by someone! He didn't mean it!"

He stood firmly in front of Liu Yihan, turning a blind eye to the cold sword that stood in front of his neck as if he would stab it if he was not careful.

"Look at his eyes, it's clear he doesn't have any consciousness!"

Ji Qinglin hugged the unconscious Si Ruochen, and looked at Liu Yihan with red eyes.

There was no expression on the latter's face, his eyes were dull and dull, and suddenly those dull pupils moved, turning to Si Ruochen who fell on Ji Qinglin's body.

The sword in his hand was raised violently again, and he rushed towards Si Ruochen again.

There is absolutely no way Ji Qinglin will let him succeed a second time!

With a clang, the two swords collided fiercely, sparking a burst of sparks.

"Dare to hurt him, I'll kill you!" Ji Qinglin suddenly exerted force, and the surging internal force, like a stormy sea, hit Liu Yihan heavily, sending him flying.

Peng——

He bumped into a stone wall and fell down hard again, a mouthful of bright red blood spit out from his mouth violently.

"Liu Yihan!" Mo Song immediately ran towards him, while standing in front of the out-of-control Ji Qinglin, "My lord, I swear he is definitely controlled by someone, he can't kill Si Ruochen, there is no reason!"

"Get out of the way!" Ji Qinglin's sword touched Mo Song's forehead, "He wants Si Ruochen's life, so I can't keep him."

Ji Qinglin's eyes were cold and heartless.

Mo Song turned around and hastily tapped Liu Yihan's acupuncture points, then knelt in front of Ji Qinglin holding the man who could no longer move.

"I promise, this will definitely be the last time!" He trembled his lips, afraid that Ji Qinglin's sword would pass him by and directly stab the person in his arms, "I will definitely keep a close eye on him and not let him get close to Si Ruochen! "

There was no expression on Ji Qinglin's face, as if it had been frozen the moment Si Ruochen fell down.

The powerful coercion seemed to crush everyone.

Mo Song was finally overwhelmed, a trace of blood trickled down the corner of his lips, beads of sweat grew on his face, and the hands holding Liu Yihan gradually tightened.

"If there is another time, I will commit suicide and apologize!"

Ji Qinglin still didn't speak, he frowned and looked at Mo Song, seeing that he looked like he wanted to protect Liu Yihan even if he died, knowing that there would be no result if he kept pestering him like this.

Mo Song wouldn't give up on Liu Yihan, and he really couldn't stop and cut Mo Song with his sword.

And Si Ruochen's breathing became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't wait anymore.

"You'd better pray that Si Ruochen is okay. If he dies, I'll take Liu Yihan's skin off!"

Leaving behind a word, he left without looking back.

He left these two people and picked up Si Ruochen, who was covered in blood, and walked like flying. After a few breaths, he returned to the general's mansion, gently placed the seriously injured man on the bed, and shouted to the outside:

"Black bamboo!"

Mo Zhu soon appeared at the door.

"My lord."

Ji Qinglin held Si Ruochen's wound that was still oozing blood two fingers wide, and couldn't stop it, his fingertips were trembling constantly, icy cold.

It shouldn't be, obviously it shouldn't be like this!

According to the patriarch, this injury will heal automatically for him soon. He will not die, nor will he be injured. Why has it changed now?

Ji Qinglin couldn't figure it out.

"Go get the former doctor back immediately!" He snapped, his eyes flushed, "Go!"

It seemed that as long as he slowed down a step, the person in front of him would really fall asleep forever.

Mo Zhu was only stunned for a moment, looking at the person lying on the bed and the blood on the mountain, he quickly reacted and rushed out.

"Yes!"

After a while, the door was pushed open again.

The three doctors slipped over as if they were ashamed, staring wide-eyed at the person who miraculously survived on the bed, who had stabbed a big hole in his chest again, not to mention how annoyed he was.

Who the hell did this!

After finally being rescued, he was half-dead again!

"Save him." Ji Qinglin turned his head and stared at the three of them, his voice hoarse, "I don't care what you do, you must save him!"

"This..." A few people shook their white beards, thinking to themselves that you are really embarrassing us.

They weren't the ones who saved him last time, he didn't know why he didn't die.

It is useless to ask them to come, it is better to ask the Bodhisattva to bless his wound to heal itself like last time.

But they only dared to whisper these words silently in their hearts, and they definitely didn't dare to say it to Ji Qinglin.

Under Ji Qinglin's strong oppression, trembling under his torch-like gaze, he carefully bandaged Si Ruochen's wound, and tried his best to stop the bleeding from the wound that almost soaked the bed.

A tiger-like operation can only be treated as a living horse doctor. I pray that this person will not make any mistakes.

Seeing that the hands of several doctors stopped and the medicine was almost finished, Ji Qinglin kept staring at the person on the bed and moved his eyes.

"How is he?" After a pause, he asked softly, "Can he be saved?"

Several doctors looked at each other, not knowing how to answer this question. In the end, there was no other way, so they made up their minds to take a gamble and gritted their teeth:

"It's okay! Die...I can't die!"

Ji Qinglin's eyes lit up instantly.

"Really?"

Several people nodded heavily, "Really."

The servant brought up the medicine, the doctor took it and wanted to feed it to someone, but seeing the unconscious person on the bed hesitated, as if he was thinking about how to feed it to someone more gently.

He pinched his chin directly and poured it in. He always felt that Ji Qinglin would grab his neck first before that.

"Give it to me." Ji Qinglin looked at him.

The doctor handed over the medicine bowl with a sigh of relief, thinking that it has nothing to do with him to let him drink it himself.

Before he could speak, the doctor suddenly widened his cloudy eyes and froze.

Ji Qinglin raised his head and poured all the bitter concoction into his mouth, then gently squeezed Si Ruochen's chin, facing his pinched open mouth, and slowly crossed over.

After feeding the medicine, he wiped away the medicine juice overflowing from his mouth, touched his amazingly beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and at this moment revealed a sense of failure, making the person lying on the bed look extra fragile.

The charming movements of the two fell into the eyes of the doctor, and he instantly realized the relationship between the two of them belatedly.

I couldn't recover for a moment, I just thought in my heart, it's over, if that person is really dead, this person in front of me will definitely kill them!

Naturally, Ji Qinglin didn't know what they were thinking at the moment, he just thought that Si Ruochen would really be fine.

As long as you rest well, he will definitely recover. When he recovers, take him away and prevent anyone from hurting him again.

Suddenly remembered the words Bai Yue asked him when he was in Sichuan:

"Are you so sure you can protect him?"

No, he can't.

For the first time, Ji Qinglin regretted his conceit. Maybe he should have listened to Bai Yue's words and left him in Sichuan so that no one could find him.

But it's too late now, Ji Qinglin helplessly rested his forehead on Si Ruochen's hand, praying silently in his heart:

Please, please wake up...

On the other side, Mo Song, who was left behind by Ji Qinglin, felt relieved after he left, hugged Liu Yihan who had been acupointed, completely paralyzed on the ground, and didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The patriarch's speed was far slower than Ji Qinglin's, and he chased to the city gate after Ji Qinglin had already left him, and happened to see the two of Mo Song on the ground.

"Commander Mo? Why are you lying on the ground?" The two had met when the patriarch entered the palace to meet Si Ruochen, and when he got closer, he saw the motionless person in his arms, "What's wrong with General Liu?" ?”

He originally wanted to go up to help him up, but when he saw Liu Yihan's expression, he suddenly seemed to see a ghost. The old man who was over fifty years old jumped up in fright, his blue pupils were full of horror.

Mo Song was stunned by his reaction.

"what happened?"

The patriarch couldn't recover for a long time, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

He worked hard for a long time before he could get out of the great fear, pointed at Liu Yihan and tremblingly said:

"Did he...was he stained with... the blood of those corpses outside?"

Mo Song suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"It seems to be, what's wrong?"

Hearing this exact answer, the patriarch's face turned ashen for a moment.

"What's the matter!" Mo Song also became anxious.

"He will become the same as those people outside!" The patriarch suddenly remembered the nightmare back then, and said bitterly, "Those people in my clan were infected by one person, one by one, like a plague!"

"Quick!" The patriarch thought of something, "Throw him out, immediately!"

Mo Song's eyes widened, but his body unconsciously leaned towards Liu Yihan, blocking him, and said with difficulty:

"No... no, I can't let you do this!" He backed away slowly holding the person in his arms, "I don't believe it!"

The patriarch wanted to go up and pull him, but suddenly looked behind him, showing an expression ten times more terrified than before.

"How many people did you take out that day?"

Mo Song didn't know what he was going to do, so he looked at him cautiously to prevent him from rushing up suddenly, and replied:

"All the reinforcements went out together, what's wrong?"

The Patriarch's eyes fell back on him in despair.

"...look behind you..."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Mo Song turned his head away, and then he saw dozens of soldiers with the same expressions as Liu Yihan's clothes on the originally empty street.

Looking at the direction, they were going to the location of the General's Mansion.

The bloody smell left by Si Ruochen obviously stimulated them.

The patriarch said in despair:

"This city... I'm afraid I can't hold it anymore..."