"Well..." Mo Hanqing snorted lowly.
Several blood-red flowers instantly bloomed on his moon-white robe.
"Your Highness!" Ye Qiqi cried out. She looked in the direction where the darts were flying. She picked up a fallen long sword on the ground with her palm and moved towards the lying figure. The man in black among the pile of corpses was thrown over.
The long sword carrying her inner strength quickly sank into the chest of the man in black from the tip to the hilt.
The man in black who placed the concealed weapon didn't even snort before he died.
"Han Qing!" Ye Chengan, who had dealt with the man in black in front of him, quickly flew over when he saw the situation on their side.
Also coming with him was Leng Liu, who had just finished dealing with the dozen men in black.
"Your Highness!!" Leng Liu quickly supported Mo Hanqing's body and called him with an anxious look on his face.
Mo Hanqing's body swayed, and his originally fair and handsome face was completely pale. He opened his thin lips lightly and said in a cold voice to the people around him: "This king... is fine."
Along with his words, a trace of dark blood flowed from the corner of his lips.
"This dart is poisonous!" Ye Chengan looked at the blood at the corner of his mouth and frowned.
Ye Qiqi looked at his pair of dark jade-like eyes. His eyes had been falling on her since just now. There was a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his cold eyes.
She bit her lip, held his arm tightly with a white and slender hand, turned to Leng Liu and said, "Quickly, help him get on the carriage and go back to the palace."
"Okay." Leng Liu came to his senses and immediately helped Mo Hanqing back to the carriage with Ye Qiqi.
Ye Chengan followed closely behind them and entered the carriage.
After Ye Qiqi asked Mo Hanqing to lie down on the soft couch in the carriage, Leng Liu hurried out to catch the carriage.
The carriage started swaying, and the back of Mo Han Qingyue's white robe was already dyed red with blood. The blood that kept seeping out had traces of dark red, as if it were the enchanting Manzhu Shahua. Petals bloomed in large swaths on his back.
Seeing the blood continuously flowing out, Ye Qiqi's face, which had been pretending to be calm just now, instantly turned red.
"Why are you so stupid? Just dodge the darts yourself!" Ye Qiqi pulled the robe behind his back hard and sniffed at him: "My martial arts is so high, how can I not even Not even a dart can dodge."
Mo Hanqing lay quietly on the soft couch. After a long while, he said to her in a cold voice: "There is nothing I can do, my body moved on its own."
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Ye Qiqi turned her head and glanced at him.
He lay on the soft couch with his head sideways. His expression looked no different from the expressionless look before. His eyebrows and eyes still glowed with a cold and ruthless light, and the sentences uttered from his thin lips were without a trace of emotion. Fluctuating, but for some reason, his words just now made her heart tremble.
Ye Qiqi lowered her head and sniffed hard, trying to control her emotions and not be affected by him. However, the robe under her hand seemed to suddenly become extremely tough and could not be torn no matter how hard she tried. open.
The dark red blood was constantly seeping out.
Ye Qiqi, who was upset, simply put her hands on his shoulders and channeled her inner strength.
The next second, pieces of moon-white cloth flew into the carriage.