The waiter watched Sang Yu pick up Mu Huai, who was covered with blood, and was so frightened that he hurriedly called the guards over to help.

"Your Majesty, let the guards come."

"No, you don't." Sang Yu's face did not change and hugged Mu Huai, "I am in the prime of life, and I have strength." ”

Is it a question of strength?

Holding a strange man like this, aren't you afraid that the other party is an assassin?

What is in the prime of life?

You're only sixteen years old, and you're not even a teenager yet.

And you're petite, and the one you're holding looks slender, and it looks out of place......

The waiter complained silently in his heart, and followed doglegged in the next second.

"Your Majesty, slow down......"

Mu Huai is a first-class killer in the rivers and lakes, because he was plotted by the people in the rivers and lakes, he fell here.

If he hadn't met Sang Yu, he would have been arrested and tortured like the original plot, although he would not die, and finally became the number one in the world, but the process of being imprisoned can be called life and death.

At this moment, Sang Yu brought people back to the palace and immediately called the imperial doctor.

His body was covered with bloody sword wounds and knife wounds, and the palace people changed basins and basins of blood before finally stopping his bleeding.

Changing into clean clothes, Sang Yu sat on the edge of the dragon couch and looked at the sleeping Mu Huai, the more she looked at it, the more happy she felt.

Afraid that something would happen to him, she also guarded the dragon couch herself, and in the second half of the night, she was really sleepy, so she leaned on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

In the darkness, the sleeping Mu Huai suddenly opened his eyes, and his dangerous gaze swept over the strange palace, and finally landed on Sang Yu's body.

He was actually very tired, but as a killer, he had to be vigilant at all times, so he didn't pass out completely.

Naturally, he also knew about Sang Yu saving him.

Now, looking at the person guarding him, he approached quietly, looking at her slender and white neck, quietly revealing his fangs.

He was betrayed by the people he trusted the most, fled all the way, and everyone he met wanted his life, and no one could be trusted.

She must have been the same.

He slowly approached, stretched out his hand, and just as he wanted to cover her slender neck, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose.

It's the smell of her.

Now, he is also contaminated with this smell, which is not unpleasant, and there seems to be an illusion of appeasement in the dark.

I thought of the gentle response I heard when I was confused.

He hesitated, his hand stopped in mid-air and did not move.

Sang Yu seemed to be dreaming, subconsciously raised his hand and held his hand, "Don't be afraid, I will save you." ”

The hand patted his hand, and the temperature of her palm was warm and comfortable.

Mu Huai's tight hand slowly relaxed, he narrowed his eyes, and the killing intent in his eyes faltered.

Maybe she's different from the gang......

Well, then spare her life for the time being, and kill her tomorrow.

Mu Huai thought like this, holding her hand back, not letting her have the slightest chance to sneak attack him, then changed his position, finally closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The morning light was faint, Mu Huai felt that something was rubbing his face, and his vigilance as a killer suddenly exploded to the extreme, he opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the "murderous" hand, and pressed the person under him.

"You're looking for death?" Because of the violent movements, the wounds on his body had begun to seep blood, but he didn't seem to be in any pain, and his eyes were staring at Sang Yu.

"I just wanted to wipe your face for you." Sang Yu raised the face towel in his hand, and his eyes were a little innocent.

(End of chapter)