Fadu frowned, and his thoughts became more and more complicated. In my memory, the prince of the Han region has always been proud and awe-inspiring, and uninhibited, and where can I see him as panicked as a frightened bird, languid and haggard? He didn't know what happened to this person, but he instinctively sensed that Jingluan needed help the most at the moment, and Jingluan trusted him the most in his heart.

Fadu's urgent and sincere words of concern seemed to bring back some of Jingluan's slightly scattered thoughts. The wind through the hall suddenly rose for a while, and it made him shiver when it hit his body, and the chill fell directly in his heart. At this moment, he vaguely remembered the purpose of his coming to find the Fadu, and it was not weishenme, and his first reaction was to come to this monk who went out of the Han land with him. So slowly, he hesitated and moved his body inside.

Fadu held his breath and silently waited for Jingluan to move slowly into the house, for fear that something would happen to him if he was reborn, so at the right time, he pulled up Jingluan and dragged him into the inner room, and then walked quickly to the door, leaned out slightly and looked around, and quickly closed the door after making sure that there was no one else.

Jingluan staggered and fell headlong on the table, bringing down the candle on it. Fortunately, the candle was extinguished at the moment, so there was no hot wax or candle flame to burn him.

Fadu, who had turned back from his steps, hurriedly took a candlestick from the window and lit it, but he only lit this one for fear of causing unnecessary trouble to others, filling only a corner of the room with a faint light.

But even so, it still caused Jingluan to feel uneasy, and Jingluan, who seemed to have recovered some of his senses, raised his finger tremblingly at the candlestick, signaling Fadu not to light the lamp. In such a deep desert night, the slightest faint light of fire is conspicuous.

Fadu was silent for a moment, but decided to follow Jingluan's wishes and extinguish the candlestick.

Jingluan was relieved at this time, his body was weak, and he collapsed on the ground.

After extinguishing the candlestick, Phodor hurriedly turned his steps in this direction, crouched down, and examined his wounds in the moonlight before him. This doesn't matter, but when I saw it, I was suddenly shocked, where is this handsome and graceful prince?

Fang Cai just glanced at it and knew that this person was not very good at the moment, but at the moment, Xiao Jingluan's situation was much worse than he imagined! Jingluan can be described as covered with bruises, messy robe rags inlaid in swollen and pus and bloody flesh, the whole person has a feeling of fragmentation and lack of clothing.

Fadu hurriedly raised his hand to straighten Jingluan's head, and looked at it anxiously, his face soaked in dry or still trickling blood, dust, and sand. Carefully probed again, and saw that a long cut was drawn from the forehead all the way to the bridge of the nose and then to the upper part of the throat with a sharp weapon, and the flesh was turned out, and the flesh was blurred!

Such a vicious and ruthless hand, looking at You Jue is shocking!

"Who did this? What happened to you? Anxious to his heart, Fa Du asked anxiously while thinking about what medicine he had here to heal Jingluan's injuries. The top priority is to report to the queen as soon as possible and find a doctor to heal Jingluan's injuries. But looking at Jingluan's thoughts, he didn't seem to want his embarrassed appearance to be seen by others. If he went to the queen's place, he would have turned the matter upside down, because the queen had a lot of people there, so he came to find Fadu.