The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 572 I'm Still Standing
The pitch-black gaze suppressed Xie Wanrong's entire nerves.

On the contrary, the sound in the ear became more and more clear.

Xie Wanrong felt a bit shy about the Master of Tianxuan Palace, and now she was even more confused about the direction, wondering if he took her to the Valley of the Medicine King.

But now the nerve impact is oppressing her vision, and she doesn't know when she wants to recover.

She sat in the bumpy carriage, huddled in a corner, "Where are you now?"

Sitting in the opposite corner, Qi Jingyuan took care of his wound carelessly, knowing that Xie Wanrong couldn't see him, he took off his outer shirt and applied medicine to the wound, he hissed, and looked at Xie Wanrong's cautious appearance at this moment with his transparent eyes , His heart shrank suddenly, and the wound was even more tugged.

He frowned tightly, and said in a deep voice: "This seat is not your Ninth Prince. He is not so powerful. A good contracted beast can travel thousands of miles a day. This is just the most common carriage in the town. Haven't left the border of Beimu Country yet."

Xie Wanrong originally wanted Huo Shi to take her there, but Huo Shi was once trapped in the ninth district by the master of Tianxuan Palace, and she couldn't see it, so she didn't take the risk. She doesn't even know the condition of Jiaolong now.

Seeing Xie Wanrong, Qi Jingyuan stopped talking again, raised his eyes, and his gaze fell on her again, as if he didn't need to worry about her finding out, he looked more carefully, so finely that her trembling eyelash feathers were even rooted clearly.

Xie Wanrong's sudden departure made Qi Jingyuan look away in shock, and later realized that those pair of clear eyes could not see anything at all.

Qi Jingyuan was silent for a few seconds, and his tone softened unknowingly: "Will your eyes... be okay?"

At this moment, his ambition, his enemy, his desire to take the spirit stone from her all disappeared.

Qi Jingyuan lifted the corner of the curtain calmly, hoping that the road leading to Yaowang Valley would be longer and slower.

"Maybe."

Xie Wanrong twitched the corner of her mouth lightly, the palm of her hand unconsciously landed on the dantian of her lower abdomen for a knife wound, even if her eyes recovered, it would be a real difficulty for her to recover her spiritual power.

She leaned back, closed her eyes, and opened the spirit ring with a thought.

When she appeared in the Spirit Ring, Hongling propped herself up and walked towards her, but she didn't notice the problem with Xie Wanrong's vision. She carefully checked the wound on Xie Wanrong's body: "Rongrong, what's going on?"

She felt that Xie Wanrong was in danger, but she didn't know what happened.

Xie Wanrong touched Hongling's arm, and took a small step forward. Hongling's fiery red eyes widened in disbelief, mist instantly spread in the eyes, and big tears fell down.

"Rongrong, Rongrong, you..."

She choked up, supported Xie Wanrong in a panic, and kept raising her body and waving her hands in front of Xie Wanrong's eyes, her tears were like a river breaking its embankment.

"Rongrong, you... it's my fault, it's all... my fault, I can't... protect you... woo..."

"How...this happened...why...why..."

Hongling slipped and fell to sit at Xie Wanrong's feet, her voice choked up, her hands tightly clutching the corner of Xie Wanrong's clothes.

"Who... who can hurt you... like this..."

Hong Ling didn't believe it, there was a dragon there, how could someone hurt Rong Rong.

Xie Wanrong listened to Hongling's sobbing, her heart became more suffocated, she bent down slightly, groping for Hongling's position with both hands, "Hongling, get up, stand up."

She stroked the top of her hair: "Hongling, I'm still standing, how could you fall down."

(End of this chapter)