The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Jing Ao had a sad face, and only when he saw Wuxin was he comforted. Although he was usually in a good mood, he was also fettered by emotions.

"Wuxin, go and see Chen, he's really bad."

Wuxin looked cold, frowned, and said, "Where is the master?"

"She went to see Jing Hao, I don't know if she can save Jing Hao." Jing Ao was uneasy, and couldn't figure out what Qiong Ying was thinking for a moment.

Unintentionally listening to this, I was a little surprised.

Jing Ao begged and said, "Wuxin, go and see Chen."

Wu Xin only looked at the pavilion in front of her, her expression was cold and unmoved.

At this time, Qingjun came over, looked at Jing Ao, and asked in a strange tone: "Is Helian Jiuge dead?"

Jing Ao gave Qing Jun a cold look. Naturally, Qing Jun would not care about the life and death of Chen and Jing Hao, he only cared about whether the enemy died or not.

"If you can save Nangongchen, I will kill Helian Jiuge." Jing Ao said word by word.

"That means he's not dead yet. It's a pity. I don't know medical skills, so I can't save people. However, I don't want to kill Helian Jiuge now. If you can kill Wu Yue, I believe Wuxin will save Nangongchen." Qing Jun glanced at Wuxin, and said with pursed lips.

Jing Ao sneered, Qing Jun was really ruthless.Now that Helian Jiuge was seriously injured, he might take advantage of this to kill Helian Jiuge, but it was impossible to kill Wu Yue.

Not to mention that he and Wu Yue have no grievances or enmities, just because Wu Yue is the Holy Master of the Guangming Palace, isn't he going to die?

Qingjun ignored the two of them and walked towards the pavilion. The three of Nangongchen couldn't even kill Helian Jiuge, and they returned injured. Maybe Helian Jiuge was not much better.

"Who's inside?" Qing Jun's implication was not to ask, but to go in.

"Master and Young Master of the Dongfang family, master has orders not to disturb you." Ye Chen said indifferently.

Qingjun didn't ask anymore, his face was gloomy, but he didn't leave, and waited with Yechen.

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There was a bitter smell of medicine in the room, and the person on the bed was pale and breathed very little, barely there.

Qiongying sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her hand to cover his forehead, feeling a little cold.

Jing Hao's eyes were closed tightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his usually tightly pressed lips were stretched at this moment, revealing a bit of cuteness, and the frost between his brows melted, leaving only a touch of melancholy.

"Didn't you say you wanted revenge on me?"

"I can't save you, maybe I shouldn't have killed your mother and father."

Qiongying said to herself, she didn't remember why she wanted to kill someone at that time, maybe it offended her, it seemed like this.

"I can't decide whether you live or die, but I don't want you to die."

Otherwise, she wouldn't have let the Dongfang family have their freedom and not seized the power of the Jinli Kingdom.

"I don't know if I can wake you up, that's all I can do. Your life and death are not in my hands."

Qiongying untied the jade pendant from her waist, and with a light pinch, the jade pendant turned into powder, leaving only a crystal clear lotus seed between her fingers.

"Perhaps this is the last time I see you."

Qiongying fed the lotus seeds to Jing Hao, and then fetched warm water to feed him.

After a while, Jing Hao moved slightly, his face was sometimes pale and sometimes ruddy, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.

"Is it very painful?" Qiong Ying stretched out her hand and gently brushed his forehead, comforting him silently.

Jing Hao's breathing was a little disordered, his whole body twitched, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his hands unconsciously grabbed the bed sheet, almost tearing the bed sheet.

"Jing Hao, wake up!" Qiong Yingxiu frowned, lifted the quilt, and shook him gently.