Murong Jin tried his best to restrain the bitter but violent aura in his heart, looked at Lin Yaoyue and asked, "Who, Ling Xian, do you remember him?"

But Lin Yaoyue was still frowning, and muttered in a low voice, "Xianjun, don't." No. ”

In an instant, Murong Jin felt that his throat was abnormally sour. He hugged Lin Yaoyue in his arms, but he didn't know what to do with her. Maybe again, her body is here, but her heart is elsewhere?

Thinking about this, Murong Jin's fingertips suddenly poked into his palm, oozing wisps of blood. He swallowed the bitterness in his throat, gently soothed Lin Yaoyue's hair, and said softly, "It's okay, he's okay." ”

As soon as the words came out, Lin Yaoyue's eyebrows softened. Immediately, with that gentle voice, she fell into a deep sleep.

Murong Jin's heart suddenly twisted, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

His picturesque eyebrows furrowed, and he thought to himself that the cursed divine power of this Ling Tian Bow was really different. It has been digested in accordance with the Heavenly Law, but it can still remain in his body. If this continues, if you can't find a cure, I'm afraid that one day, you will be completely eaten away by the cursed divine power of this Ling Tian Bow, and you will be wiped out.

But perhaps, this is the end he deserves.

After all, in the past 10 million years, he has ignored the cycle of heaven and has obviously experienced the reincarnation of the world, but he has never walked across the Nai He Bridge and drank the Meng Po soup. The flesh demon body is no longer a monster that can be tolerated in this heaven and earth.

Murong Jin smiled and raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips. Immediately, his pale red sexy thin lips hooked up a peerless smile, and he looked down at Lin Yaoyue sleeping on his lap. The slender and white fingers caressed her black hair, dispersing the pain that Lin Yaoyue was suffering at the moment over and over again.

"Don't say that it is Ji Yanqing's Yuan Shen Ling Xian, that is, all the sanctimonious old guys in the sky, as long as you protect them, this king will not hurt them a single hair. Murong Jin looked at Lin Yaoyue's little face and smiled dotingly, her magnetic voice with a continuous gentleness. "So, Yue'er, don't worry about him. At the end of the words, Murong Jin's voice was a little sharp, and the situation in his mind where Lin Yaoyue raised his sword against him again and again for the sake of Ling Xian or Ji Yanqing was extremely clear. But Murong Jin's movements of stroking Lin Yaoyue's black hair were still gentle and doting.

"This king can't let you go, you know?" Murong Jin's thin pale red lips hooked up a self-deprecating smile. The cold, terrifying black aura of death in his body once again uncontrollably haunted his face.

At this moment, Ji Yanqing pushed the door in with a medicine box on his shoulder, and his hair was a little messy. The neat white robe is now covered with filth.

"Yue'er," Ji Yanqing stepped forward suddenly, but was stopped by Murong Jin's outstretched hand.

Only then did Murong Jin raise his eyes and stare at the white-clothed medical immortal in front of him, and then said, "Heal her. Also, don't play tricks anymore. ”

Murong Jin opened the distance between Ji Yanqing and Lin Yaoyue, his voice was cold to the bone, and the anger around him became more and more intense after seeing who it was.

Hearing this, Ji Yanqing suddenly laughed.

I saw that Ji Yanqing's body was surrounded by an extremely faint halo, and he seemed to turn his head in the direction of Murong Jin, and then, the gentle and calm aura slowly flowed in the room. It's just that his gentle and gentle voice on weekdays is now slightly sharp, revealing his uncalm mood at the moment, "The prince's words are really interesting, Yan Qing has never played tricks."

Playing tricks and stealing the treasures in other people's hearts, there are no other people at all. Saying that, Ji Yanqing tilted his head slightly, although he did not stare at Murong Jin's face, but the sharp aura that suddenly emanated from his body went straight to Murong Jin's face.

At the same time, Murong Jin's cold handsome face wrinkled slightly, and a layer of murderous aura slowly wrapped around his body. At this moment, there was silence in the wing, but it was urgent.

At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly looked at Murong Jin through the door and said, "Back to the prince, I have taken care of everything properly. ”

Hearing this, the tense momentum stopped slightly, and then I saw Ji Yanqing raise her eyebrows lightly, and there was a rare hint of sarcasm on her gentle and calm face. Immediately, Ji Yanqing stared in the direction of Murong Jin and asked sharply, "Is it because of Qianyuan Tongbao's mother money, so you let her be hurt by Chixiao?"

As soon as these words came out, Murong Jin's fingertips tightened.

And Ye Feng listened to the words outside the door, and couldn't help but think about it, this head of the Ji family didn't seem to care about the affairs of the world, but the affairs of the world were all under control. Now these words are said to the prince, and it cannot be said that they are not disrespectful.

"Heal her. ”

After a silence, Murong Jin didn't raise his eyes to look at Ji Yanqing again. His thin pale red lips opened slightly, and there seemed to be no fluctuation on his cold handsome face, but the knuckles in his sleeves were clenched.

Murong Jin raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Yaoyue, who had a pale face, and then walked out of the room.

Ye Feng was suddenly taken aback by Murong Jin's action of pushing the door open. Why did his prince come out, didn't he accompany Miss Lin in the room?

Obviously, since the prince appeased Miss Lin and returned to Beijing, he fought alone to kill the Chixiao general who intercepted the Chiyan Kingdom to the north, working hard and tired, just so that Miss Lin could feel at ease. In order to kill all the possibilities that might affect Miss Lin's father and brother.

He never even thought about himself, he didn't care about being impeached by the imperial history, and he didn't care about being criticized by the world. Even if the enemies of the Chiyan Kingdom really made a fuss about this Qianyuan Tongbao, he would just wait for all the masterminds behind the scenes to surface, as usual, and then wipe them out.

Therefore, now the prince is running around like this starry night, just to make Miss Lin feel at ease.

Ye Feng thought about it like this, and saw Murong Jin come out of the wing room, standing away from the door, his posture was upright, cold as ice.

Ye Feng didn't know if he should continue to report to his prince about the situation after the emperor. But there is an intuition that he has always relied on to survive tells him that his prince doesn't care about the situation of the emperor at all, and he doesn't care about everything in this world except for Miss Lin.

I don't know how long it has been, Murong Jin has been silent, and he has been guarding Lin Yaoyue's door directly. And in the side room, the voice of a woman speaking softly finally came out.

Hearing this, the tips of Murong Jin's ears moved, and then he pushed the door open. Seeing that Lin Yaoyue's complexion had recovered most of it, she sat on the bed, with a smile on the corner of her lips, looking directly at Ji Yanqing's gentle and delicate face.

Looking at the side of the bed, talking and laughing, Ye Feng couldn't help but swallow lightly, and suddenly felt that he was such a superfluous person. He couldn't help but look at his own prince, only to see that Murong Jin's cold and peerless face seemed to be calm.

But for some reason, when he lowered his head, the little blood soaked on the floor of this wing room let out a burst of sorrow.