He successfully killed all the assassins, but Bei Mingchen's own body was also painted in many places, and his blood was covered with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

Physically and mentally exhausted, Bei Mingchen only knew that when he killed the last assassin, he had used all his strength.

In a bad mood, with no one to accompany her, and no sleepiness at all, He Muwan sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the moon in the sky in a daze, and unconsciously, she had sat until the second half of the night.

In early autumn, the night breeze was slightly cool, until a chill penetrated her thin clothes, He Muwan shivered, and then realized that it was not early.

Rubbing her cold arms, she slowly stood up, turned back into the room, and just walked to the door, she suddenly heard a noise, which sounded like human footsteps, but it didn't seem so real.

Is there a thief? Shocked, He Muwan held her breath and listened carefully, and carefully looked around, her right index finger had unconsciously put on the trigger of the crossbow.

As soon as he took back the head that had popped out, as soon as He Muwan turned around, he saw a black shadow coming from the mountains and seas in front of him, and fell directly on his body.

"What's going on?" Before the crossbow could be taken out, it was pounced, and He Muwan couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Hey, who are you?"

As soon as this person came up, she threw herself into He Muwan's arms, and she was almost unable to move when she was pressed by him, so she didn't see the face of the person who came at all.

Coupled with the fact that this person was dressed in black and covered his face with a black veil, He Muwan naturally didn't know his identity.

Touching the body of the person who came, He Muwan only felt as if he had touched a viscous liquid, smelling the not strong but clear smell of blood in the air, He Muwan reacted immediately.

Without waiting for anyone to respond, she asked again, "Are you hurt?" ”

"Be quiet! Help the king in first! With a sigh of relief, the man's voice was weak.

"Northern Stygian Dust?" As soon as the man spoke, He Muwan immediately heard his voice, and besides him, there would be no second person in the world who appeared in the Ruiling Mansion and claimed to be the king.

Although she had doubts, He Muwan put them all down for the time being, and according to what the man said, she carefully helped him back to the room.

The man was too heavy, and finally got to the side of the bed, He Muwan was exhausted, and as soon as her hand slipped, she threw the man directly on the bed.

"Are you alright?" Obviously feeling a trace of pain between the man's eyebrows, He Muwan said with guilt.

Pulling down the black veil on his face, Bei Mingchen asked with a haggard face, "What do you think?" ”

"I didn't mean to, I really didn't catch you!" He Muwan tried to explain, and then muttered to herself, "Who made you so heavy!" ”

Glaring at the woman helplessly, Bei Mingchen didn't return the favor, but just lightly ordered: "Go and close the door!" ”

"Oh!" Answering casually, He Muwan closed the door and returned to the bed again, looking at the man's blood, she still couldn't help but worry.

"You seem to be seriously injured, I'll call a doctor for you!"

When the words fell, He Muwan turned around and was about to go out, but his arm was grabbed by the man, "Don't go out!" If you can find a doctor, this king will not come to you! ”

"Huh?" Turning his head and looking at the man's blood, He Muwan frowned slightly.

"What, are you worried about this king?" As if he saw the woman's thoughts, the corners of Bei Mingchen's lips hooked slightly, and he squeezed out a weak smile with difficulty.

At this time, he still had the heart to joke, and He Muwan had a black line on his face.

Seeing that the woman was stunned and didn't respond, Bei Mingchen changed the conversation and continued: "You don't have to worry, this king won't die here with you!" This king's injuries are not as serious as you think, and most of this blood is not this king's! ”

"It's not appropriate to make a noise about this king's injury, you can help this king deal with his wounds!"

"Me?" Looking at the man in surprise, He Muwan's face obviously showed embarrassment, "I'm afraid I can't do it!" ”

"Are you afraid? After learning martial arts for so many days, you still don't even dare to deal with a wound? Bei Mingchen raised his eyebrows.

"Sword light and sword shadow, people who practice martial arts live a life of licking blood from the knife every day, if you can't even see the wound, this king advises you to give up as soon as possible!"

What did he mean by his words, He Muwan couldn't help but be excited, if he knew that he was learning martial arts these days, then Nie Qingyan came to teach her things every night......

"Bei Mingchen, you...... You know? Looking at the man, He Muwan opened his mouth tentatively.

"What do you say, this is the king's palace, what do you think can escape the eyes of this king?" Bei Mingchen's weak face showed a look of disapproval.

He Muwan was still stunned in place, not knowing what she was thinking, when she suddenly heard a "tearing" sound, she raised her eyes and saw that the man had already tore off his clothes.

"Hey, don't take it off!" The man's honey-colored chest was exposed, He Muwan said with embarrassment, and at the same time, she quickly turned her head away.

"How can you heal without taking off your clothes?" Glaring at the woman, Bei Mingchen pouted and said, "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and come over and help this king deal with his wounds!" ”

"Oh!" Still tilting her head, He Muwan responded lightly, stretched out her hands and groped towards the man on the bed.

Both hands directly grabbed the man's chest, the undulating muscles were firm and compact, and it felt really good to the touch, He Muwan's heart suddenly "banged" and beat violently, and the whole person was completely panicked.

"Have you touched enough?"

It wasn't until the man's cold voice sounded in his ears that He Muwan realized that his behavior was inappropriate, and quickly took his hands back and blocked them in front of his eyes.

"I've touched everything, are you still afraid to take a look?" Seeing this, Bei Mingchen continued to speak, "If you don't come again, I'm afraid this king's blood will drain in a while!" ”

Although seeing the wound would make her scalp numb and uncomfortable, but after all, she was a husband and wife, and He Muwan couldn't see death without help, so she mustered up her courage, and she finally slowly put her hands down.

A distinct hole in the man's left shoulder came into view, the flesh turned out, and some of the blood around the wound had coagulated, but there was still a faint new bright red flowing out of the hole.

Xiu's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and He Muwan said stiffly: "I'll try it!" ”

After beating clean water and taking gauze scissors, He Muwan carefully used gauze to hold the warm water to clean up the bruises on the man's wound.

No matter how light the movements on his hands were, in the process of wiping, touching the wound was inevitable after all, and Bei Mingchen was in pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, from beginning to end, he didn't say a word.