Wen Qingzhi crossed the threshold and was about to leave with Yingqian.

But at this moment.

Suddenly there was a slight muffled sound behind him.

A strong chill, accompanied by the bloody smell so strong that it almost solidified, hit Wen Qingzhi in an instant.

He paused in his steps.

His brows furrowed in an instant.

Something seemed to be thrown from behind, and rolled to his feet.

Wen Qingzhi lowered his eyes and saw a dead human head.

It's the man in black.

But it was clear that he was still standing in front of them just now.

Just a gap to breathe.

The bodies were already separated!

Wen Qing's Adam's apple trembled slightly.

Somehow, he seemed to sense that a burst of murderous intent was gathering and intersecting in mid-air, forming a sharp sword that was already aimed at his throat.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Xiang Xuanhai who was standing behind him.

Still wearing blood-stained black clothes.

At his feet lay the headless corpse of a man in black.

His face was expressionless.

The sword marks on the side of his face were still bleeding out.

However, regardless of his expression or aura, the Xiang Xuanhai in front of him was completely different from the one who had no power to fight back in front of the man in black just now.

Wen Qingzhi suppressed the shock in his heart, lowered his head and whispered:

"Wei Chen... I have met the king."

Not a word of unnecessary nonsense.

Just like Wen Qingzhi once said.

There was a flash of cold light.

He didn't even see clearly what was happening.

My right shoulder suddenly felt cold.

Getting close.

Wen Qingzhi's sight was filled with blood that almost filled the sky.

And Ying Qian, who was originally held in his arms, was also taken back by Xiang Xuanhai.

The king was furious.

The sky is falling and the earth is falling.

Ying Qian glanced at Wen Qingzhi's arm that had fallen to the ground. In the blink of an eye, the blood flowing out of his body dyed the ground beneath his feet a terrifying dark red.

He was the only one with a face, but it was as pale as paper.

How could Wen Qingzhi remain standing? His knees softened and he knelt directly in front of Xiang Xuanhai.

Xiang Xuanhai stopped looking at him and looked at Ying Qian carefully. When he saw that she was unharmed, the wrinkles between his eyebrows relaxed a little.

But Yingqian looked into his scarlet eyes, feeling a little lost in thought.

The full moon is still in the sky now.

The appearance of a tyrant doesn't mean that Xiaohai...

As if aware of Yingqian's thoughts, Xiang Xuanhai put her back on the bed, took off his coat and put it on her shoulders, and then said:

"He's gone."

Yingqian was startled.

Only then did he suddenly realize that Xiang Xuanhai knew everything at this time.

On the night of the full moon, Xiao Hai should have appeared.

But that kid only has the mind of a six-year-old.

In order to save his beloved girl.

He willingly completely disappeared into the world.

Not even a trace was left.

It was as if it had never appeared before.

Ying Qian was silent for a moment, and when she raised her eyes and met Xiang Xuanhai's eyes, she had restrained all her emotions.

"Don't kill him yet."

"good.

Xiang Xuanhai agreed to Yingqian's request without even thinking about it.

The complexity in the black eyes was even heavier.

He originally thought.

Ying Qian had an affair with Wen Qingzhi and betrayed him, but she didn't expect that it was herself who left traces on her neck.

In other words, her legs...

"Ying Qian."

Xiang Xuanhai called her by name, as if he had something to say.

But Yingqian didn't want to hear it. She simply turned her head away, her eyes wandering around, and her voice was very cold.

"If we don't find a doctor, Wen Qingzhi will die."

Xiang Xuanhai's hand that he wanted to stretch out now hung in the air.

Of course he felt Yingqian's resistance.

If it were anyone else who was so disrespectful to the king, he would have his head chopped off.

But she is Yingqian.

It is different from anyone else in the world.

Xiang Xuanhai could no longer bear to do anything to her.

Seeing Ying Qian's pale side face and his legs that could no longer move, his chest felt tighter, and a pain he had never experienced in his heart arose.

He is the king of a country.

The world is in the palm of your hand.

But for the first time in his life, Ying Qian felt the profound meaning of the word regret.

Even though Ying Qian threw Xiang Xuanhai's coat aside unceremoniously, he just lifted the corners of the quilt and covered her waist.

"Don't catch a cold."

Xiang Xuanhai said.

Then he went to see Wen Qingzhi, who was lying half-dead outside the palace.

He was very courageous and had the ability to plot against Ying Qian and Xiao Hai, but when he was in front of Xiang Xuanhai, he had no power to resist.

The so-called Xiangguo.

Everything Wen Qingzhi had was given by Xiang Xuanhai.

"Your Majesty, I have never thought of betrayal..."

The bloodless lips moved slightly. Wen Qingzhi raised his head with difficulty, but his vision was already a little blurry. Except for the blurry black dragon robe, he could not see anything clearly.

"It's just that I don't want to give in."

He spit out this sentence.

He completely lost consciousness.

Wen Qingzhi's layout took countless efforts, and the planning was naturally good.

pity.

In the face of absolute power.

He is like a mayfly shaking a tree.

There is no resistance.
To be continued...