Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1995: Hasn’t Your Majesty drank enough of my blood?

Lie Jinting almost died at the hands of the living dead. His men barely rescued him, but they were too late to save Emperor Yun.

He summoned all the troops and came to rescue Emperor Yun by force.

If Wen Rong hadn't led Emperor Yun out of that dangerous situation, the Jin Yiwei wouldn't have been able to get close even if their entire army was wiped out.

Emperor Yun was dying at this time. Lie Jinting took out his sword and looked at Wen Rong with a cold expression, "Nine thousand years old, put your majesty down. I will ask for your life and spare your life."

"Master Lie, do you think you can save His Majesty?"

Wen Rong looked back at the approaching people, "Their origin is unknown. Sir Lie, please be careful not to die. I will take your Majesty one step ahead."

"Wen Rong——"

How could Jin Yiwei be Wen Rong's opponent?

If he wants to leave, no one can stop him.

Next, what they have to face are the living corpses.

Lie Jinting was unable to resist, and the whole Jinyiwei army would be wiped out, so he had no choice but to give the order to leave.

"The beacon tower has been lit. Are the surrounding armies here?"

"It's a mess outside the city, and there are many monsters. Even if they come, I'm afraid they won't be able to enter the palace for a while and won't be able to escort them. Sir, it's better for us to retreat first and preserve our strength."

Lie Jinting naturally knew it, but if something happened to Emperor Yun, none of the Jin Yiwei would survive.

"As long as one person is here, His Majesty must be protected."

"Sir...but you..."

Lie Jinting was injured one after another and his body was constantly worn out. How could his body bear it?

"immediately……"

Lie Jinting was suddenly stabbed in the back. He turned around in disbelief and saw his cronies who had been following him. He raised his hands and strangled his neck, "You..." "Sir, I'm sorry. I am humble in my position... I have difficulties in my humble position..." ...For the sake of your loyalty to Beizhi over the years, please bypass Beizhi..."

There was a drug on the sword, and Lie Jinting was unable to kill him. His legs were paralyzed on the ground, and he fell down with dizziness. He vaguely saw a pair of embroidered shoes in front of his eyes, and a pair of hands took away Jin Yiwei's token.

Almost all the Jin Yiwei died in the battle, and only a few hundred were left behind, all of whom were the last to die protecting Emperor Yun.

Lie Jinting held on to her legs, but he couldn't see her face clearly when he raised his head.

The woman stopped and rubbed the corners of his eyes with her cardamom-stained nails, "Master Lie, you will be a slave from now on..."

……

Wen Rong's meridians were no longer under control, and he weakly held on to the wall beside him, clutching his chest as blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth.

"cough……"

The pain doubled and soon numbed the nerves.

Wen Rong shook his head, trying to dispel the black and white in front of his eyes.

"Xiao Rong, save me...save me quickly..."

Emperor Yun's low command sounded. He grabbed Wen Rong's clothes and threatened with all his strength: "...Aren't you going to control the mother Gu of the heart Gu? I have been one with it for many years. If I die, it will He will die too! Why don’t you save me quickly!”

Wen Rong smiled softly, "Your Majesty is confused. I can't save myself. How can I save you?"

Emperor Yun was really afraid of death and went crazy. He kept dragging him, forcing him more and more anxiously, "Give me blood, your blood, I will be fine if I drink it! Why don't you give me your blood quickly! I will support you." You have to be grateful for all these years! Give it to me quickly!"

A drop of blood fell from Wen Rong's hand and fell on Emperor Yun's face. He immediately stretched out his tongue to lick it. The mother Gu was quiet for a moment, and her roar became more intense, as if she was desperately craving for Wen Rong's blood.

Wen Rong lowered his eyes and looked down at Emperor Yun, half-smiling but not smiling: "Hasn't Your Majesty drank enough of my blood over the years?"

(End of this chapter)