Lin Mo struggled hard and twisted his body, but there was no way to escape from under his strong body.

She suddenly stopped struggling, forcing herself to calm down and think of a countermeasure.

Seeing that Lin Mo was no longer struggling, King Chu thought that she had given up, and his hand was faster, and he tore off her belt strongly.

Lin Mo waited for him to let his guard down, and when the King of Chu went to pull his own clothes, his grip on her loosened a little.

Right now, Lin Mo struggled hard, his hand smoothly struggled out of his hand, grabbed his weakness, and used all his strength.

Feel the click in your hand.

Shattered!

"Ah~" King Chu let out a roar of pain, filling the entire dungeon, constantly echoing in the dungeon.

He hunched his waist in pain, curled up in a ball, beads of sweat the size of beans kept pouring out, and his face was pale, as if he was about to burp in a minute.

Lin Mo kicked him away like garbage, and glanced at him indifferently and contemptuously, "Does it feel good about broken eggs?" His Royal Highness the King of Chu, I want to touch Lao Tzu, he~tui~"

She didn't know how painful the broken egg was, but she could imagine that she couldn't bear the pain, and everyone died on the spot.

The guards quickly rushed in, Lin Mo tore off the only hosta on his head and put it against the throat of the King of Chu, his eyes were contemptuous and proud, "Trash, if you don't want your prince to die, let Lao Tzu stay away." ”

She tugged at the king of Chu's bun, and the hosta was against his throat, forcing the guard to throw a sword.

The guard looked at the King of Chu, whose face was pale and there was no trace of blood on his lips, and carefully handed over the sword.

Just when Lin Mo was about to get his hands on it, King Chu suddenly burst into a shout, "Don't give it to her." ”

The guard withdrew his sword in fright.

Lin Mo gritted his teeth, and the hosta inserted into his skin for a few minutes, sliding on his original wound, and the blood that had just stopped gushing out instantly.

The painful King of Chu clenched his teeth, and his body trembled with pain.

Lin Mo pulled him to stand up, ready to take him hostage and take her out, when there was a sudden sound of fighting at the entrance, and Lin Mo vaguely heard Feng Yichen's voice.

When the guards saw someone breaking in, they hurriedly ran to meet them.

Feng Yichen was dressed in a four-clawed python robe, his face was splashed with blood, like a king who came out of hell, his momentum was terrifying and terrifying.

He swung his sword and slashed all the guards in a few moves.

When he ran to Lin Mo's side and saw her clothes scattered, the whole person seemed to be crazy, a sword pierced the heart of the King of Chu, the long sword was pulled out, and blood splashed on his chest.

How about brothers?

Whoever touches his woman, damn it! Damn it!

His anger was uncontrollable, and another sword was about to stab him, Lin Mo shouted, "Husband, wait." ”

Feng Yichen's sword full of murderous intent stopped alive.

The king of Chu was in pain worse than death, but Feng Yichen's sword helped her get free.

Seeing him slowly fall, Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly went to find the silver needle, and pierced a needle array in his chest, hanging his last breath.

Feng Yichen's mind was in chaos at this time, and he looked at Lin Mo saving the King of Chu, his eyes were full of puzzlement.

After hanging the anger of the King of Chu, Lin Mo hurriedly ran over and hugged Feng Yichen and comforted him, "Husband, don't be angry, he didn't succeed, I didn't suffer, husband, don't be angry, calm, calm, well." ”

She knew that when Feng Yichen encountered her danger, she would be desperate and difficult to control her emotions.

Her words seemed to carry magic power, and she slowly pulled back Feng Yichen's consciousness, and the chaos in her mind dissipated, and she came to her senses.

He threw away the long sword and hugged Lin Mo tightly in his arms, his voice choked, and his whole body trembled, "Momo, you scared me to death." ”

Fortunately, he didn't leave at all, so he hid near the Chu Palace, waiting for news from Mei Yinghan.

Thankfully, his ink was fine.

Lin Mo caressed his back and soothed his emotions, his voice was soft, and he whispered in his ear, "Husband is not afraid, I'm fine, thanks to Husband to save me." ”

"It's my fault." Feng Yichen shook his head and muttered, tears overflowing from his blue pupils, bewitching and sad, "Is it my fault, I shouldn't have let you be in danger, it's all my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault......"

He kept confessing and muttering, his mood was very unstable, and Lin Mo was very worried.

This kind of Feng Yichen made her very worried, his body was forever tight with that string, and that thread tied Lin Mo.

As soon as something happens to her, the thread will be taut and may even break at any time.

The highest psychological endurance of him is her.

Lin Mo was worried that if something really happened to her one day, Feng Yichen's spirit would collapse.

"Okay, okay, I'm not fine, let's go home, okay?" Lin Mo coaxed him softly.

Feng Yichen's breathing was extremely unstable, and he nodded on Lin Mo's shoulder, "Okay, go home." ”

Let Lin Mo pull him out.

Lin Mo glanced at the King of Chu, who was only breathing, and asked Feng Mian to carry the person away, trying not to let him die.

He wants to die, but he can't die in the hands of Feng Yichen.

Feng Yichen's location cannot be affected by this kind of garbage.

At this time, Feng Yichen was led by Lin Mo, his eyes were still panicked, his hand holding Lin Mo was very tight, and Lin Mo felt that his bones were about to break, and he didn't dare to speak.

Suddenly, Feng Yichen stopped and hugged Lin Mo tightly, his body still trembling, like an insecure little beast.

Lin Mo stroked his back and said softly, "I'm tired, is it okay for my husband to hold me?" ”

"Good!" Feng Yichen responded, then let go of Lin Mo, bent down and hugged her into his arms, still very tight.

The moment he learned of her disappearance, he was already insane, and whoever it was, stopped him from killing them all.

If Lin Mo really had an accident, he would slaughter the Chu Wangfu, destroy Beiling, and kill all the people who had the slightest relationship with the King of Chu.

Lin Mo is his life and the pillar of his life.

What power, what status, all on the basis of Lin Mo, are all fought for her.

If there was no Lin Mo, everything would be nothing more than floating clouds for him, not worth mentioning.

The Chu Palace, which was a little far away from the palace, Feng Yichen hugged Lin Mo tightly like this, feeling Lin Mo's body temperature on his chest, and felt a trace of stability in his heart.

Her clothes were soaked in blood, and her face was splattered with blood, like a rakshasa demon from hell.

Lin Mo raised his sleeve to help him wipe the blood stains on his face, the blood in some places had dried up and was difficult to wipe off, Lin Mo frowned, dipped his saliva, and rubbed it off for him.

Feng Yichen really felt Lin Mo's touch, and his uneasy heart gradually calmed down, but he was still afraid.

He was wrong, wrong.

He shouldn't let Lin Mo out of the palace to be in danger, and he shouldn't feel that Lin Mo would not be in danger if he was protected by Yunxing and the Praetorian Guards.

He was too careless.

The emperor heard a report about the palace of the king of Chu, and sent people to wait for Feng Yichen in front of the palace gate and summoned him to meet him.

Feng Yichen was not afraid, his face was cold, the hand holding Lin Mo tightened, his voice was low and hoarse, but it was gentle to the extreme, "Momo, you go back to the East Palace first, and I will go to see my father." ”