But if the leader of the wind is here, the old man will not deliberately lie to you.

It's better to go to the living room and sit down first, and the old man will see if he can contact the leader of the wind. Rest assured, the old man will tell him about the threat of becoming a king, so that my public property in the dark will not be burned. ”

Qian Yechen flicked his sleeves and followed the old man into the living room angrily.

"His Royal Highness King Cheng, please wait a moment, the leader should be in the capital these days, but because his whereabouts are erratic, we can only try to contact him. As for how soon he will come, the old man does not know. His Royal Highness King Cheng, please sit down for a while and use tea. ”

After that, he personally brought the brewed tea to Qianyechen, and then went out.

There was no one in the living room, and at this time, Qianyechen's sanity had recovered a little. However, the pain in his body also hit him like a flood at this moment, and the pain made him dizzy for a while.

"Poof—" Another mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Qianyechen's eyes darkened slightly, he knew that his old illness had worsened, and it was very serious. I remember that the doctor once said that when he was angry several times in a row, he used his internal force, causing his true qi to run around in his body and hurt his internal organs.

At the beginning, he was also angry and did not recuperate well, and fell ill. Since then, he has often coughed up blood.

This time, he was beaten by a thousand nights, and his already weak body was seriously injured again. After the heavy injury, there was a burst of anger attacking the heart, and only then did he come here with light merit under the serious injury and anger.

He didn't know if he would give his life here today.

At the moment he was very tired and wanted to sit, but when he looked around, the stools in this living room were all made of iron birch. This iron birch is the hardest wood in the world, and if an ordinary sword cuts it, it is definitely not wood, but a sword. The wood, on the other hand, produces at most a trace of grain.

Nima is such a hard bench, with his current injury, how dare he sit?

So Qianyechen could only drag the sick body and stand all the time. He could almost feel the hot stuff running down the back of his ass and then it was absorbed by his own pants.

The pain in my butt was getting worse and worse, and it hurt so much that I couldn't even get my mind clear.

But fortunately, in less than an hour, the wind appeared in front of Qianyechen.

When Tempest stepped into the hall, Qianyechen's consciousness was already very vague, so he didn't even notice him entering. He just heard the wind roaring: "Come on, quickly bandage King Cheng's wounds." ”

Hearing the sound of the wind, Qianyechen's anger soared instantly, and as soon as he turned around, his head was dizzy, and the whole person stumbled.

If it weren't for the Eye of the Wind to quickly support him, Qianyechen would probably have fallen down at this moment.

It was only when the wind held him up that he saw that he had not dared to move because of the pain in his body just now, and where he was standing was already a puddle of wet mattress on the ground at this moment.

"Hurricane, you damn it, the king of losses still treats you as a friend, you ......"

"His Royal Highness King Cheng, your injuries are very serious. I'll scold this seat later. ”

The people of the dark night quickly got Qianyechen to the bed and lay on his stomach, and was about to give him medicine, but was opened by Qianyechen with a palm.

"Go away, don't touch this king!"

He is a dignified king, how can he show shame in front of outsiders?

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