These words are simply saying that the emperor is a living dead, Zuo Xiang is even more furious, his eyes are calm, he patrolled on him for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Then please ask the national teacher to show his skills and rejuvenate his wonderful hands."

"What's so hard about that?"

The young man smiled chicly, his feathers were lightly raised, and his feet were dusty, but step by step, he walked towards the emperor's bed.

The night was dark, the faint moonlight passed through the window screen, and the veins fell on the low-hanging ink-colored curtains, he walked step by step, calmly, and the slight footsteps were like a hammer, beating on everyone's hearts

"The pillow yellow beam has been changed three times, and he is full of ...... under the Nanke tree"

He groaned, step by step, gradually approaching the dragon bed, the night wind blowing through his long dark clouds and snowy hair, faintly shining of the moonlight, and his clothes flying in the wind, like a fairy in the sky

It is also strange to say that Emperor Zhaoyuan, who had been asleep for many days and had no breath, actually let out a soft snort at this time, and his fingers began to move.

"The Emperor"

A palace maid exclaimed, and was suddenly glared at by Zuo Xiang's eyes, and covered her mouth in fright.

"Zhuang Zhouxiao dreams of butterflies, and can wake up in the middle of the night......"

The boy stood at the head of the bed, laughing and prolonging his voice, as if urging the naughty boy to get up.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Emperor Zhaoyuan's face fiercely.

In the next moment, Emperor Zhaoyuan suddenly opened his eyes

His eyes were a little confused, and the reflection in his dark pupils was like a chaotic night, and like a sea of mist.

"Who's ......?"

He muttered, and then, he grabbed the comer's wrist fiercely, and did not see who it was, but only out of the vigilance of the warrior

"Yo, it looks like you haven't woken up yet."

The boy let his right hand be grabbed by him, stretched out his left hand, and pinched him again.

"The skin is quite delicate."

While everyone was dumbfounded, he actually commented leisurely.

"Presumptuous"

Zuo Xiang shouted angrily, silver light flashed, and the long sword was already at his throat, "What the hell are you doing?" ”

Xue Wen on the side laughed out loud, "Of course he's eating tofu-"

In the next moment, his eyes flashed with cold light on the left side, and he was so frightened that he covered his mouth, and the cat hid behind the person.

In such a commotion, Emperor Zhaoyuan had already sobered up a lot, he blinked, saw the people around him clearly, and then stopped his gaze in his palm.

What he held tightly in his palm was a snow-white wrist, without the thin cocoon of a scholar, nor the roughness of a warrior, and the cold temperature was not like that of a human being, but it stayed firmly in his hand.

Faintly, it seems that there is a cold fragrance in the dark night, lingering around the body, in a trance.

He couldn't help but touch his face, and the slight pain made him echo a vague scene,

His lips moved slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse and weak, "What are you doing?" ”

As he spoke, his men used force to drag him closer, but they also avoided Zuo Xiang's long sword.

The left hand of the young man was held by him, and he was dragged tightly in front of him, but he was not afraid, but chuckled, and instead buckled his five fingers into his palm, shallow, meaningless, rubbing - that was the most ambiguous skin contact

"What the hell are you doing?"

Although Emperor Zhaoyuan was still a little dazed, his voice was angry, and he wanted to shake off his hand.

The long, cold fingers, like a spiritual snake, stroked upwards and wrapped around his wrist, not too tight, but they couldn't break free

The residual lights flickered on and off, and in full view of everyone, the young man leaned closer, laughing softly, his voice was cold and charming—

"Healers pay attention to looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, and I am cutting your pulse......

The two were very close, and he was wearing a mirage phantom on his face, and he was dazzled in the eyes of Emperor Zhaoyuan. Emperor Zhaoyuan turned his head slightly, closed his eyes quietly, and only felt that the cold and delicate hand held the wrist vein, tightening inch by inch, and the void was blank, and the end of his nose seemed to still linger with that special cold and faint fragrance, and in a trance, there seemed to be another face in front of him.

Such a similar body fragrance made him start to miss the greedy girl, who loved money, and was out of tune - the chaos is coming, is she still safe outside the palace?

But the situation is now on the verge of breaking out, even if it is in the mother's house, it is safer than in the palace......

"What is Your Majesty thinking, so obsessed?"

The clear and smiling voice seemed to be whispering in his ear, Emperor Zhaoyuan opened his eyes, but saw that the eyes of the young man were full of waves, and the lips of the red lips were with an arc that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Which beauty are you thinking about?"

He laughed more and more wantonly, Emperor Zhaoyuan knew that this person was moody, so he just raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "You cut the pulse for me, is that why you are so distracted?" ”

"Of course - not anymore"

The laugh of the young man was pleasant, and the tone was lengthened, and the next moment, the cold light in his hand flashed, and the blade rose and fell, but it was an instantaneous light and shadow

Zuo Xiang was so anxious that he couldn't even breathe, and with a slick of his long sword, he swooped straight behind the son of Wu Fei, but he heard Emperor Zhaoyuan snort, and it didn't look like he had been stabbed to the point.

Holding back the panic in his heart, Zuo Xiang looked carefully, only to see the small golden sword piercing the crook of Emperor Zhaoyuan's arm, but not a drop of blood flowed out, and at the tip of the silver knife, he saw a ball of green qi trembling in the flesh and skin.

"Finally got you"

Gongzi Wuyi smiled coldly, the tip of the knife jumped, and suddenly a mysterious green smoke filled the air.

I saw that in mid-air, the cyan smoke burst out of a strange light, and then what appeared in front of everyone was the phantom of a blood-red heart, which vaguely looked like it was beating vividly.

Wound around the blood-red heart was the silky cyan smoke thread, tightening like a living thing.

Bang, bang...... The sound of heartbeat sounded in everyone's ears, and as the sound became louder, Emperor Zhaoyuan's face changed and he covered his chest.

He felt his heart ache as if an invisible hand was clutching it, and he couldn't even breathe

The lack of air makes people almost faint, and the whole person seems to fall asleep again, never to wake up

In a moment of lightning, Emperor Zhaoyuan and Wufei Gongzi glanced at each other, and their tacit understanding was self-sufficient.

Emperor Zhaoyuan gritted his teeth suddenly, and the blood falling from his lips proved that he resisted this drowsiness with the perseverance of his whole body, and the prince immediately waved the golden sword in his hand, and with gentle and skillful movements, he picked out the cyan smoke line wrapped around his heart in the mirage one by one

He used his strength very lightly, as delicate as a girl's embroidery, but he picked off the tangled blue threads one by one, and the truncated blue threads fell to the ground, first turning into a strange insect, and then turning into dust in an instant.

"Is this the legendary mind-eater that can kill people in dreams?"

Xue Wen's eyes flashed, and he whispered in understanding...

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