When Lu Xinyi woke up again, there was chaos around him, and he only heard a voice coming from outside the chaos-

"Lu Xinyi, why did you write the protagonist to death again?"

Lu Xinyi's knees weakened, and he fell to the ground, wanting to cry without tears: "The editor-in-chief is big, I really can't help it, the male protagonist's hatred is too deep!" ”

In the darkness, she suddenly threw something similar to a mobile phone, and she crawled over to take a look, only to see a warm jade-shaped square with her data clearly written on it—isn't this her data center that opens more than a hundred times a day?

"Your data is so bad, let you update, not let you retire! If the data is still so bleak, you will die in the novel! ”

After that, the voice disappeared in a flash, and in the darkness, no matter how much she shouted, it was useless.

But gradually, it was replaced by the calls of Chuncheng and Xiao Cong.

Lu Xinyi really wants to say, the editor-in-chief is big, I can't give up, who has nothing to do to change the book?

But how can she have any right to speak!

A spirit woke up from a dream, Lu Xinyi only felt a surge of heat all over his body, and a spirit sat up from the bed.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was holding a wet towel at the moment, and when she saw Xin Yi waking up, she took the towel and carefully wiped the sweat beads from her sideburns.

"Auntie, I'm ......" She clutched her stomach, and sure enough, the pain was endless, and the tearing of the wound made her grin again.

Chuncheng hurriedly helped her lie down again, and said, "Fortunately, it didn't hurt the vital point, only deviated by a millimeter, the princess is blessed, and there is an aura in her body to protect her." ”

Xiao Cong's eyes were red, and he drew his sword: "I'm going to kill that beast slave!" ”

Xin Yi hurriedly grabbed Xiao Cong's sleeve, this struggle, and accidentally tore open the wound, and the blood immediately stained the gauze red, but she still refused to let go, holding on to the pain, and said:

"Don't ...... He...... Where is he now? ”

Xiao Cong's eyes were red, and he said with a little crying: "Princess! He...... If you forgive him again and again, you can be said to be raising a tiger! You know, he was not moved when he saw your blood flowing last night! ”

Xin Yi's eyes drooped slightly, and he sighed: "He can be hard-hearted, but I can't, you tell me first, where did he go." ”

Xiao Cong sobbed: "It's just that I was temporarily locked in the dungeon in the backyard, and Your Majesty doesn't know about His Highness's injury......"

"Don't let Your Majesty know!" There was another sharp pain in the lower abdomen, Chuncheng frowned, pressed Xin Yi well, and sighed distressedly:

"Why bother with the princess, you have to re-bandage ...... like this"

Lu Xinyi scolded secretly in his heart: "If you can't die, you can't die, this pain is still so real......"

At this moment, her hand touched a square and cold thing in the quilt, she picked it up and looked at it, only to see a bleak data on it, and the only few comments she had were still looking for her own support.

"What is this?" Chuncheng saw Xin Yi take out an ugly stone from the quilt and asked puzzledly.

Xin Yi immediately hid the Fang Yu back in the quilt, pulled out a smile, and said to Xiao Cong: "Send food to the colt well, but don't let him run away, tell him, I don't blame him." ”

Although Xiao Cong was puzzled, he could only do it. She gave a perfunctory salute, turned and walked out into the backyard.

Early this morning, she woke up the princess, and after a long time without movement, she broke down the door, only to see blood all over the ground, Xin Yi fell into Tu Shansong's arms, and Tu Shansong, who was named a concubine, sat on the side like ashes.

It was the first time she had seen the killer of the king, and there was such a death-defying home.

Coming down from the dungeon, in a huge iron cage, a man sat quietly in the cage, still wearing a red coat - his wedding date had just passed, and naturally he was still in a jubilant mood.

Xiao Cong looked at the man coldly, but there was a hatred in her body: she really couldn't understand why the princess risked her life to shelter such an assassin, and this assassin didn't appreciate it!

Hearing that someone was coming, Tu Shansong turned his head slightly, only glanced at the boots, and expected that it was Xiao Cong coming, so he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side again.

No matter what the outcome, he was willing to accept it.

In the darkness, only one voice sounded indifferently:

"The princess has a big life, you don't have to die."

He opened his eyes violently and looked at Xiao Cong - that serious expression full of hatred did not look like a joke at all.

How can it be? How can it be...... He obviously pierced with a knife, but he avoided the vital point, and the blood flowed all night, how could she still get it?

Isn't she a Terran?

But he obviously watched her die with his own eyes.

Before anyone could answer his doubts, he heard Xiao Cong say again:

"I really hate you, the princess treats you so well, and she shows off her new clothes to us that day, saying that she will accompany you back to your hometown to worship your ancestors, and the princess forgives you again and again, but you always want to put her to death!

I haven't read a book, and I have heard a folk saying - a day husband and wife hundred days, what is your heart! ”

Song's hand was on his knee, and his fingers moved slightly, in the past, his hatred was only because the princess was the enemy who killed his father, but last night's hatred was clearly something else......

His lips moved, but he didn't make a sound, he didn't know what to say, he just pinned his head to the other side in pain.

Xiao Cong turned around, walked to the two guards, whispered a few words to them, then turned around, and gave Song a flesh-like look before leaving in a hurry.

The time in prison is extraordinarily long, and the time in the hospital bed is no different. Although the two of them are not in the same place, they are both looking at the boredom above their heads, and their hearts are like ashes waiting for the judgment of fate.

On this day, Yu Jingmo's class was also absent-minded, he turned his head to look at the empty seat next to him, and when he got out of the school, he hurriedly asked his subordinates about the news of the princess.

"Boss, the colt gave the princess another knife!"

Yu Jingmo was startled, the cup in his hand almost fell to the ground, he hurriedly clenched the cup, wiped his mouth, couldn't believe what he heard, and asked his subordinates to repeat it again.

"Boss, it's true, yesterday the concubine gave the princess another knife, and the princess is now uncertain about her life and death, and she hasn't been out of the house for a day!"

Yu Jingmo put down the teacup, clapped his two hands, and exclaimed:

"Worthy of my chosen brother! It's like my chosen family! It's fierce! ”

The boy couldn't help but be happy when he saw that the boss was happy, and he smiled and took a few steps forward, and said:

"Boss, if he succeeds in this assassination, will your mission be accomplished? Will you be able to regain your strength? ”

Jingmo tried his best to hide the joy in his heart, and nodded with a smile. But somehow, this joy always feels empty.

The other little brother offered the new tea in time and said:

"Boss, as the totem god of this Jingguo, you have been sleeping for more than 200 years, but I hate that this Jingguo has forgotten you, otherwise, why is it difficult for them to sacrifice a princess? I still need you to make such a big move! ”

Jingmo shook his head, and went to explore the new tea with one hand, but unexpectedly, the little brother had not finished pouring it, and suddenly poured hot water on his fingers, which hurt so much that he retracted his hand and accidentally dropped the cup.

The other little brother hurriedly stepped forward, holding Yu Jingmo's hand, and blowing distressedly: "Wang Er! Can you be careful, you gave the boss a hot molt in advance! ”

Seeing this, Wang Er fell to his knees with a plop, crying and about to apologize, how did he know that Jingmo opened the two of them, bent down and picked up the fragments of the tea cup on the ground, and looked embarrassed:

"Oops! The molt is small, and if you break the cup, you have to pay for it! It's not a lot of money to sell your boss! ”

Zhang San said: "Boss, it's a big deal to let our snake son and snake grandson steal one!" ”

Yu Jingmo glanced at him resentfully: "Are you stupid?" How many brothers have been locked up by that Zhuo Rui, if it weren't for you and I would have changed, I would have entered the pit at this time! ”

Wang Er also scolded Zhang San for being brainless: "Yes! Even if it's a powerful god like the boss, hasn't he been locked up in the princess's mansion for a month? What kind of are you talking about......"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.