Reason told her that she should leave here immediately.
Only in this way can she live up to his hard work. Even if she regained consciousness just for a short moment, she could see that it was due to his efforts to suppress...
If she didn't leave, it would only make him suffer more.
However, his feet seemed to be rooted in the ground and could not move at all.
She couldn't help but watch him being eroded by the cold poison, locking herself in such a closed room, and enduring this unbearable night or even three days minute by minute.
After a moment, Mu Zhiqing quickly walked to Ling Yunting's side.
Feeling the aura approaching from beside him, the man's brows had already twisted into the character "Chuan".
"Quick... leave, drive, here."
His voice was hoarse and depressed, as if it was extremely difficult to say every word.
A storm of darkness swept through his deep and charming eyes. He tried his best to stay away from Mu Zhiqing and suppressed the murderous intention that kept sprouting in his heart.
At this moment, Ling Yunting seemed to have spent all his energy on recovering his sanity, instinctively restraining himself from hurting her. Blood was dripping from his clenched fists, causing his body that had been tense to become... Weaker.
Mu Zhiqing understood that if this continued, His Majesty would be completely unable to hold on, and no one knew what would happen next.
The next second, the silver needle appeared in her hand and pierced his sleeping hole almost without hesitation.
When the cold bursts out, the cold that penetrates into the bone marrow seems to swallow up the body bit by bit, the blood gradually solidifies, and the heart seems to start to be paralyzed, but the surging power is rushing around in the body again, competing with its own original power. Reinstall.
At this time, being awake is the most painful. If you can fall asleep for a short time, it will be a relief.
After inserting the silver needle, Mu Zhiqing watched Ling Yunting's changes with concern.
For an ordinary person, such a method would definitely make the other person fall asleep, but if the other person was him, she couldn't guarantee it.
Ling Yunting was very strong, and his mental strength was far beyond that of ordinary people. If it were normal times, she could be sure that such methods would be of almost no use to him.
However, now that he is at his weakest, it may have some effect.
Therefore, she could only take a gamble.
Ling Yunting's eyes were focused on Mu Zhiqing. He looked at her steadily for a long time, his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see any change in his emotions.
Just when Mu Zhiqing thought that her methods were useless, Ling Yunting slowly closed her eyes.
"Yunting?"
Mu Zhiqing tried to call out twice, but when she found that there was no response, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
She took Ling Yunting's hand and began to feel his pulse.
Such a strong cold energy shouldn't belong to him originally. Could it be cold poison
As she took her pulse and learned about Ling Yunting's physical condition, her expression became more solemn.
Her guess was indeed correct, it was indeed cold poison, and this cold poison was far more terrifying and turbulent than anything she had ever been exposed to...
"With such a terrifying cold poison, no matter how strong your body is, there should be no chance of surviving.
Moreover, Fourth Senior Brother clearly said that this situation had already occurred many years ago... "
Mu Zhiqing looked at the handsome profile of the man in her arms and could not imagine that he had endured the pain of bone erosion once a month for so many years...