Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 737 How Can He Let Go

Raising his red eyes, looking at Li Mie with worry, Ming Yin stretched out his hand and quickly supported Li Mie's body.

The cold aura around him dissipated, and Mingyin looked like a innocent and harmless young man at the moment, with a flustered expression on his face, "How are you?"

"It's okay, it's just that my breath is unstable, and I couldn't restrain it all at once." Wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth, Li Miefeng said calmly.

"It's okay, don't hold on anymore, your injury is serious, I'll help you stabilize your breath." With worry in his eyes, Ming Yin raised his palm, releasing raging internal force from his palm to input internal force for Li Mie.

Stretching out his hand to stop Mingyin's movement, Li Mie said flatly, "No need, I know my body myself."

"You are trying to be brave again, don't force me to do something to you, don't think that I really dare not do it to you." Seeing Li Mie's appearance of not caring about himself, Ming Yin really wanted to beat Li Mie to make him always be like this self righteous.

"Ahem." Coughing softly, Li Mie said indifferently, "I never thought you would really attack me."

"You are so arrogant, then I will attack you now!" Angrily and angrily, Ming Yin raised his palm as if he really wanted to attack Li Mie.

At this time, the door of Sima Beiming's wooden house was opened, and he was dressed in red and brocade. Sima Beiming said in a soft voice, "Fan Qingtian is not in serious danger for the time being, Death can rest assured."

Hearing Sima Beiming's words, Li Mie's eyes couldn't help but a flash of joy flashed, one step turned into three steps, and immediately passed by Sima Beiming and entered the wooden house.

Seeing Fan Qingtian lying on the bamboo couch whose breath had stabilized, Li Mie's tense heart finally relaxed.

"Now you can rest assured that Fan Qingtian is fine, and you can go back to cultivate your body quickly." Standing behind Li Mie, Mingyin glanced at Fan Qingtian, who had passed the danger of his life, and his face was slightly said happily.

And just after Ming Yin's words fell, Sima Beiming continued, "I temporarily sewed up Fan Qingtian's heart veins, and temporarily suppressed the toxins, but to completely remove the toxins in Fan Qingtian's body, Fan Qingtian needs to wake up. to clear.

Now Fan Qingtian's body is too weak, and the toxins in his body are also extraordinary, and he cannot immediately remove the residual poison in his body. "

Sima Beiming's words immediately made Li Mie's heart feel heavy again.

"When can Qing'er wake up?" Li Mie said in a calm voice.

Shaking his head slightly, Sima Beiming said lightly, "Wake up naturally when it's time to wake up."

Holding Fan Qingtian in his arms, Li Mie glanced at Sima Beiming and said, "I will send someone to notify you when she wakes up."

"Yes." Sima Beiming nodded slightly, and Sima Beiming responded.

Then Li Mie left here with Fan Qingtian and Mingyin.

Looking at the figure of Li Mie and others leaving, Sima Beiming's eyes flickered with light.

Half lying on the bed, he picked up the human skin he had sewn for Ceng and sewed it up again. The faint drizzle shrouded the quiet bamboo forest hazy.

In a few days, earth-shaking changes took place in Tu Kingdom. Yushangxi died, and millions of soldiers died suddenly, leaving only tens of thousands of troops.

The country of Tuguo was silent in an atmosphere of grief.

During this period, the imperial court was in turmoil, the throne was robbed, and the civil strife once again brought the country into ruin.

At this time, King Cass returned to the court with the soldiers secretly trained to quell the civil strife, reshuffle the country, eliminate the chaotic party, and become the king of the country.

Under the governance of King Kas, the country finally returned to its former stability, and the people were naturally very happy and supported King Kas.

The atmosphere of silence and grief gradually dissipated with time.

After half a month...

In the Tu Kingdom Imperial Palace, a simple yet majestic palace, a beautiful figure was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, and the soft light shone on the ceramic-like face, flowing with a charming radiance.

Next to this handsome figure lay a sleeping three-color bird.

Half a month has passed, and the injuries on Fan Qingtian's body are almost healed. Under Jue Rong's examination, Fan Qingtian's heart is almost healed.

But Fan Qingtian showed no sign of waking up, which made Li Mie and the others deeply worried.

"Why hasn't your majesty come to his senses?" Du Xiangxiu asked softly in a weak voice.

At this moment, Du Xiangxiu is sitting in a wheelchair, her gentle face looks haggard.

Although Duxiangxiu's life was saved, Duxiangxiu's meridians were all severed, and she became a useless person completely.

This dealt a huge blow to Du Xiangxiu, but for the sake of Fan Qingtian, even if he was suffering himself to become like this, he still had to strengthen himself.

"The king's injuries have almost recovered, but I don't know why the king hasn't recovered yet." Jue Rong glanced at Du Xiangxiu and replied calmly.

Du Xiangxiu sighed and said, "Your Majesty is in a coma now, Miss Luoxi was captured by Shi Yunxiao, and now her life and death are uncertain. If your Majesty knows that Miss Luoxi has been taken away, how will you feel?" There will definitely be an impact."

After a pause, Du Xiangxiu continued, "Juerong, if possible, if the king wakes up, don't tell the king these terrible things."

"Young master, you are already in this state, you should care about yourself, not Fan Qingtian." Jue Rong's uncontrollable voice amplified slightly angrily towards Du Xiangxiu.

The hands under the sleeves were tightly clenched, Jue Rong suddenly thought of something after roaring these words, his face once again returned to the original rigidity, and lowered his eyebrows, "I'm sorry, young master."

Listening to Jue Rong's words, Du Xiangxiu knew that Jue Rong cared about him, so instead of getting angry, he chuckled lightly.

Looking lingeringly at Fan Qingtian who was sleeping on the bed, Du Xiangxiu said softly, "Because I love the King, and the King has firmly taken root in my heart.

She is my heart, and I want to protect her so that my heart can still beat and live a more wonderful life. "

After listening to Du Xiangxiu's words, Jue Rong showed a bitter smile that he didn't notice, looked up at Du Xiangxiu and said, "But young master, Fan Qingtian already has Young Master Li Mie in his heart, and it's impossible for you to pay for it like this." The cruel Fan Qingtian got a trace of love from him.

Young master, can you give up Fan Qingtian, you are too tired like this, you are too fortunate to be like this..."

Speaking of this, Jue Rong's voice was almost pleading.

Jue Rong is very aware of the uncomfortable feeling of unrequited love, but she can do this, silently accompany Du Xiangxiu, but she doesn't want Du Xiangxiu to love Fan Qingtian like this.

Because it is impossible for Du Xiangxiu and Fan Qingtian to be happy together, Jue Rong doesn't want Du Xiangxiu to continue torturing himself for this obsession with no happiness.

There was a little sadness in his eyes. Du Xiangxiu never thought of giving up, but when Fan Qingtian didn't reveal his identity and was a man, he couldn't restrain himself from letting go of his obsession, let alone let him let go of Fan Qing now. God.

(End of this chapter)