Chapter 135: The Sick Prince, Too Sticky (56)

The guards and guards hurriedly looked at the sky, the ground, and the flowers and plants.

Now their master's vinegar is very strong.

Even if you inadvertently glance at Miss Su more, you will be pierced by his eye knife and feel cold.

wiped the blood on her face with her sleeve: "Where to go next time, you must tell me, I will accompany you, you know?" ”

As if thinking of something, he suddenly looked sternly and said, "Even Lin Zikou can't do it." ”

This man is the same as in his previous life, so clingy!

Su Qiao complained in his heart.

Seeing that she was silent, Duanmu Han stretched out his hand and pulled the person into his arms again, with a hint of fragility in his voice: "Promise me, Qiaoqiao." ”

When he found out that something had happened to her, he just felt like he was going crazy.

Jumping around like crazy in the woods, hoping to run faster, faster again.

The sooner he is, the less dangerous she is.

He couldn't imagine what she would have become and what she would have done if something really happened to her.

Maybe kill everyone and bury this cold and disgusting world for her.

Su Qiao was most afraid of him like this, and instinctively relented: "I know." ”

Forget it, he can follow if he wants.

Wasn't it the same in the previous life?

Just get used to it.

Su Qiao comforted himself so much in his heart.

Duanmu Han breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're fine." ”

At this moment, he thought to himself, as long as she was okay, he was willing to give everything.

You can't even fight for the throne.

Even if the rest of the days have to be spent on the run.

Seeing that his face was not good, Su Qiao knew that this time he was frightened, so he quickly took out a few fresh herbs from the small cloth and said with a smile: "Look, I found the herb that gave you the antidote." ”

She knew that these herbs were available in the forests of Saibei.

Because in the last world, she found it in the primeval forests of the northwest.

The environment is pretty much the same.

The herbs that grow should be similar.

Looking at the herbs in her hand, Duanmu Han didn't show any joy, and a pair of dark eyes stared at her fixedly:

"If you get hurt, I'd rather not detoxify for the rest of my life."

Su Qiao was stunned for a moment, and grabbed his big hand comfortingly: "Don't worry, I'm amazing, I won't really hurt." ”

"And didn't you send someone to secretly follow me to protect me?"

Two Secret Guards Tortured by the Heart: Who Protects Whom?

None of them had the face to say.

Duanmu Han touched her head and told her uneasily: "Don't be careless." ”

"Uh-huh, I know, I know, I'm tired and hungry, and I'm still dirty, let's go back."

Duanmu Han didn't say a word, bent down and picked her up, and then flew on the horse.

Pursing his thin lips and bowing his head: "Hug tight!" ”

Su Qiao, who was originally going to ride a horse, paused, and silently reached out to wrap his arms around his waist.

All right.

The man was still angry.

I can't mess with it.

Gotta go along with it.

As long as you don't blacken.

After returning to the camp, Su Qiao was chattered by the red-eyed spring painting for a long time, and then it calmed down a little.

On the other side, Su Yan, who learned that she was back, was stunned.

How can it be okay?

How could it be that they didn't die like this?

"It was brought back by His Royal Highness the Third Highness, his body was covered with blood, and his face was still covered with a scarf, as if he was not lightly injured."

Yahuan looked at the second lady who seemed to have lost her soul, and a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.

The eldest lady didn't recruit her to provoke her, she always stared at the eldest lady, like her mother and second aunt, she was always greedy and insufficient.

Looks like we'll have to find a chance to leave.

lest one day be affected by this second lady who is not sober-minded.

Su Yan didn't notice the look in her eyes at all: "It's all blood? ”

Is your face still covered with a scarf?