Mom, it's so hard!
His deep character is almost broken.
This is definitely a natural enemy.
I won't drink it if I kill it, it's too much to test my taste buds.
Before he could slow down, he listened to the other party again.
"The imperial doctor said that your injury is a bit serious and you need to rest for a month. As long as you take the medicine on time, you will recover soon. Don't worry."
Luo Mio: Indifferent Face·jpg
One month!
How is it so scary
'Tonger, Jianghu emergency, very urgent, is there any good recovery medicine or can temporarily block the taste buds, give me some. '
He really can eat anything, but he can't bear hardship.
However, the only answer to him was the mechanical sound of the system.
'Hello, the system you called is offline, please call it. '
Luo Mio: '... '
I am a good character, and Nima will soon be made into a spit by you.
Take a deep breath.
Hold on.
He can win.
I don't know if it's a psychological effect or the medicine I just drank, my brain is a little dizzy, and my long eyelashes start to vibrate, as if I really want to fall.
"Are you tired, go to sleep."
Murong Jiu put the bowl aside, not allowing Luo Mio to refuse to help him to lie down, and carefully covered him with the quilt.
When the person's breathing calmed down, he took the bowl and went out.
As soon as he stepped out of the hall door, the gentle retreat on his body was clean.
The cold and irritable breath overflowed.
"Bring my good uncle up here."
"Yes."
The guard quickly ran away.
Director Liu followed up with Murong Jiu and quietly exhaled.
His Majesty has returned to normal, and this kind of Majesty is reassuring.
The previous His Majesty was really abnormal.
...
Sitting on the large dragon chair, holding the armrest of the dragon head in his hands, Murong Jiu Liang looked at the idle king who was kneeling on the ground with a look of anger and viciousness.
His only uncle.
Back then, he didn't compete with his father for the throne, and became an idle prince.
But very ambitious.
It's just that these years have been very peaceful, and even asking Tianshan Snow Lotus to lie for his nephew's use in the past two years is just a trivial matter.
did not expect.
Fierce flashed in his eyes.
Leaning on the desk, he spoke lazily.
"Uncle, you are really calculating, you have spent a lot of effort, it's quite hard work."
The irony is like air, constantly drifting into Murong Xian's ears, making his eyes tear up.
"Murong Jiu considers you lucky, you win or lose, but don't be complacent. Since I can't get it, you can't even think about peace."
The moment he failed, he sent out the defense map of Feng Tianguo.
At this time, Chuliu Kingdom's morale is booming, and they will definitely attack Fengtian Kingdom.
The twisted eyes are startling.
Murong Jiu frowned and leaned forward: "What did you do?"
"Hahaha, Murong Jiu ah, Murong Jiu, how can you defend against all odds, and in the end you will still be defeated by me."
Murong Xian didn't answer Murong Jiu, but said something that only he could understand.
That crazy laugh made Murong Jiu more irritable.
He picked up the inkstone on the table and smashed it at the person.
"Ah." The laughter stopped abruptly and turned into a violent scream.
Murong Xian covered his forehead vainly, scarlet blood flowing all over his face.
"Murong Jiu, Murong Jiu."
Every time it screamed, it seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth.
"What you can't win, what you can't win, Feng Tian will be buried with this king, this king..."
"Heh... what a delusional idea."
A clear and cold voice came from the door, interrupting the frantic screaming.
Murong Jiu, who was on the dragon chair, immediately got up and stared at the person who was coming, his face flashed with displeasure.
(End of this chapter)