"Xiao'er, who is this girl?"

"She's a friend of her sons, someone she can trust." Qi Xiao glanced at Han Jingyi, who was a little uneasy, and said in a deep voice. In his heart, she has never been an outsider.

When Han Jingyi heard Qi Xiao's affirmative words, her heart was extremely complicated for a while, she didn't know whether she was moved or what. She never knew that in Qi Xiao's heart, she was so believed by him, she was a good friend with him, he should have always regarded her as a good friend in his heart, right? Thinking so, her heart subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh?" The Wing King's sharp eyes looked at Han Jingyi, only to see plain clothes and white shoes, hair lightly pulled, simple but noble, that pretty face without fat powder was beautiful, but there was some familiar feeling, he couldn't remember for a while whether he had seen her, or seen someone similar to her.

But looking at the tenderness in his eyes when Xiao'er looked at her, he knew it in his heart. That woman must be unusual in Xiao'er's heart, otherwise how could Xiao'er, who has always seemed gentle but has a cold temperament, show that look, and how could she say so? That's it, since he was Xiao'er's trusted person, he didn't say anything anymore, and his eyes turned to Qi Xiao beside him, and his sharp eyes had already softened.

"Xiao'er, I've been suffering from you these days." He sighed lovingly, it had been several hours since he woke up, and the father-in-law beside him had already reported to him what had happened since he fell unconscious. Fortunately, his Xiao'er is back, otherwise this country would have fallen into the hands of people with bad intentions.

"The sons are not bitter, this is all within the sons and daughters." Qi Xiao said in a deep voice.

"Alas, cough~~" The Winged King sighed, he wanted to say something, but unexpectedly, his chest was stuffy, and he couldn't help coughing, and then with a "wow" sound, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Father!" Qi Xiao saw that the Winged King was vomiting blood, she panicked, and shouted nervously, her body moved, and she had already stepped forward to support the Winged King's weak body.

Han Jingyi, who was behind him, caught a glimpse of this scene, his heart tightened, his little face was a little pale, and he hurriedly stepped forward and took out the Jinpa he was carrying with him to carefully wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth for the Wing King. Somehow, looking at the old and vicissitudes of the Wing King's face that seemed to have an abnormal red in it, her heart suddenly became a little uneasy.

"Xiao'er, my father is dying." Looking at Qi Xiao's worried heartache, the Wing King's eyes became a little cloudy and tried to open them, and his hoarse voice revealed a trace of sadness. He knew that his body had long since died, and now he could wake up and see Xiao'er and leave a testament, which was already satisfied.

"No, no, my father's body will definitely be fine," Qi Xiao's deep eyes were stained black, and his heart began to panic because of what the Wing King said just now, no, his father will be fine!

"Xiao'er, the body of my father, the emperor himself knows very well, and it is already a gift from God to wake up today." King Yi took Qi Xiao's hand, his eyes were full of love and complexity, and then sighed heavily, "What has happened these days, Gonggong Xi has already told me, and in the future, Jin Yi will be handed over to Xiao'er, and my father can no longer do anything." ”

As he spoke, another breath of blood gushed up, and he desperately suppressed it in his throat, and his expression flashed with a little pain.

"Father, no, son-in-law will go to Ziqiu." Qi Xiao anxiously wanted to go out to find Murong Ziqiu, he knew that Ziqiu's medical skills were excellent, as long as he came, his father would be fine, thinking so, he broke free from the hand of the Yihuang and wanted to go out to ask the guards to quickly find Murong Ziqiu.

It's just that his body moved, but his hand was tightly held by the Wing King, "Father! He shouted a little puzzled and a little anxious.

"Xiao'er, it's useless," the Wing King shook his head slowly, this opening, the fishy sweetness in his throat could no longer be suppressed, "poof", another mouthful of blood spurted out, seeing that Qi Xiao could no longer calm down, his deep eyes were full of heartache and panic, and he was shouting in his heart Why hasn't Murong Ziqiu arrived yet?

Han Jingyi, who was guarding the side, bit her lip and wiped the blood dripping on her body for the Wing King, her little face turned pale. Her heart was so heavy that it seemed to be in pain, and she only felt that her eyes were astringent and her nose was sour. Is this Winged King I just met about to pass away?

At this moment, the door of the temple opened, and a blue shadow appeared in the doorway. Looking at the people who walked in, Qi Xiao's panicked and grieving heart rose with a glimmer of hope, and he spoke eagerly, "Ziqiu, let's see how my father is doing." ”

Han Jingyi had already stood aside, making way for Murong Ziqiu, with a little expectation in her eyes. She didn't want to see the Wing King die, how big a blow would that blow to Qi Xiao be, and how sad would he be?

Murong Ziqiu didn't say a word, he stretched out his hand to catch the pulse of the Wing King, but the more he diagnosed, the heavier and more ugly his face became, causing Qi Xiao and Han Jingyi, who had been staring at his complexion, to have bad thoughts flashing in their hearts. When it came to the Wing King, he knew that he wouldn't be able to live, so Murong Ziqiu's face was solemn, and he just sighed lightly.

"Ziqiu, father and emperor ・・・・・・" Qi Xiao couldn't help the uneasiness in her heart, and hesitated to ask.

Murong Ziqiu withdrew his hand and shook his head decadently. "I've done my best,"

When he received the news that Qi Xiao said that the Wing King had woken up, he immediately rushed over, but he was really powerless, he knew how sad he would be if he said this, but this is the truth. The body of the Wing King has long been unable to support it, and it is a miracle that he can survive until he wakes up today, but I don't know if he can survive today. He had already told Ah Xiao that he hoped Ah Xiao would not be so sad.

Qi Xiao knew that Murong Ziqiu really tried his best, no matter how sad and painful he felt when he heard this, he had to suppress it.

Han Jingyi nugged the corners of her mouth, she didn't know what to say for a while, although she had already guessed in her heart that the life span of the Wing King was coming to an end, but when she heard Murong Ziqiu say it clearly, she suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart.

The calmest is the Wing King, he had already expected it, looking at the pain in Qi Xiao's eyes, he patted his hand lightly, and slowly pulled out a loving smile, "Xiao'er, don't be sad, my father has already run out of oil, and my father has lived for so long, it's enough, it's just, it's just that the big responsibility of this golden wing can only fall on you alone." ”

After saying these long words, he gasped for breath for a while before continuing to speak, "Father has already written an edict, wait, wait for my father to go, and the Xigong Guild will give you the edict." Also,"

Speaking of this, she glanced at Han Jingyi on the side, and her dull eyes suddenly revealed a glimmer of light, "Also, my father has ordered you a family affair since you were a child, that is, the other party is the third and third princesses of the Phantom Country, ・・・・・・"

This sentence seemed to use all his strength, and with a "wow" sound, blood spurted out like a spring, and a large area of blood stained his clothes and quilt red.

The three princesses of the Phantom Country? Isn't that ・・・・・?

Qi Xiao and Han Jingyi were startled at the same time, this sudden news frightened them for a while, but before they could continue to be shocked, they saw the Wing King trembling and vomiting blood.

"Father!" Qi Xiao exclaimed in surprise and patted his chest to let the Wing King calm his breath as much as possible. If Murong Ziqiu hadn't fed him a pill earlier, it is estimated that with the Yihuang Emperor's method of spitting, he would have been dead to speak here.