She didn't want to get drenched outside for a second, and God knows how painful her wound hurt in the rain!

The room is not large, with a bookshelf and a pear wood table, and a low couch with some pen and ink and books and official documents on the table, which looks like a study.

Yeming pulled out the chair in front of the pear wood table and sat down, lifted the tea that had been brewed in the kettle on the table and poured a cup for herself, taking a sip, her handsome face could not see any emotion.

Luo leaned in and sat on Yeming's low couch, not caring whether the water stains on his body would stain the couch.

Seeing her movements, Yeming glanced at her coldly, put down the tea cup in his hand, got up and walked towards her, grabbed her injured arm, and frowned.

"What are you going to do?"

Luo tilted his arm and was twisted by him, but he didn't dare to struggle, and looked at him defensively.

She didn't want him to touch her.

Yeming ignored her, and with a slight force of her fingers, the blood-stained cloth on her left arm was torn along the wound.

Yes, simple and rude, tear it directly! Luo tilted his pupils dilated infinitely.

At this time, I don't know if it was because of Luo Tiantian's scream just now, which attracted a small guy in the house.

"Your Highness, is something wrong? Need a small ......" The little guy hurried over with an umbrella, but he stood outside and didn't dare to go in, and when he saw that there was a woman besides Yeming inside, he opened his mouth wide in surprise and forgot his words.

Oh my God, is this really their crown prince? He's right?

"Go get a basin of water, prepare some gauze, and send it over immediately."

Ye Ming was slightly angry, and the cold voice woke up the little guy who was in the fugue.

"Yes, the little ones will go." Realizing his gaffe just now, he was afraid that Yeming would punish him, and he disappeared as soon as he slipped away. Soon, he returned with what Yeming wanted, and then took the door and retreated under Yeming's signal.

"Ahh

Yeming crouched down and stared at the falling dart for a moment, silent.

Twin Skull Seal, Shura Temple. The dart is poisonous, and the name is Feixue.

Shura Palace, a dark force that has just emerged in recent years and is not under the control of the imperial court, specializes in taking money to help people kill people, and in addition, it is also a place to collect information from all walks of life in the world. As long as you take the money, there is nothing that the Shura Temple can't do.

And the flying snow is not an ordinary poison. This poison, even if it does not enter the human body, just a little contamination on the skin has the same effect. Once a person who practices martial arts is hit, he will lose all his internal strength within twelve hours, and this is only one of them. Second, if a poisoned person cannot be successfully detoxified within half an hour, he will bleed to death. However, it is not difficult to relieve the poison. At least for Yeming, it is not difficult, the simplest and most crude method is only for a fellow martial artist to expel the toxins from his body, and his internal force circulates around his body to stabilize his meridians.

Even the Shura Hall was dispatched, and Luo leaned into this woman, afraid that she would be targeted by someone.

As a descendant of the General's Mansion, Yeming naturally felt that it was not strange that she could do martial arts, but he was very curious, how could this woman escape from the hands of the Shura Hall killer after being poisoned?