Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 450 Broken Sleeve Emperor VS Cold General 36
Mo Lan quickly got up to stop her.

Normally, with Mo Lan's skill, he might be able to stop Yan Xi easily, but don't forget that the wine he drank just now was not just a little bit.

With just one movement of getting up, his figure shook uncontrollably.

By the time he stabilized his figure and passed by, it was already too late.

The blade in Yan Xi's hand was shining coldly, and her eyes were full of hatred: "Emperor Dog, go to hell!"

The next moment, the short blade did not enter the little emperor's heart, right at the position of the heart, and the little emperor who wanted to dodge froze all of a sudden.

His eyes widened in disbelief, bright red blood poured out from the wound, and in just a moment, the bright yellow dragon robe was already stained with a large amount of blood.

"Chu Qingchen!"

It wasn't until this time that Mo Lan arrived. He patted Yan Xi away with a happy face, turned around and hugged the little emperor's limp body.

Looking at the other party's blood-stained clothes, and the handle of the knife rising and falling with breathing.

With just one glance, his complexion turned gray, and the knife sank deeply into the little emperor's heart.

No one can survive this situation.

Mo Lan wiped off the blood from the little emperor's lips with shaking hands, seeing the other party close his eyes little by little, and the hand covering his heart slid down feebly.

"Your Majesty!" The courtiers gathered around one after another, and they were extremely astonished to see the appearance of the little emperor.

How could a good banquet develop into this appearance.

Seeing someone stretching out his hand towards the little emperor, Mo Lan's eyes instantly turned sharp. He raised his head, his whole body was filled with terrifying murderous aura, and those civil servants couldn't help pushing away a few steps.

General Mo Lan like this is too scary.

Feeling the body in his arms go limp, Mo Lan's eyes became darker and darker, he suddenly got up with the little emperor in his arms, and staggered towards the bedroom.

Only then did Eunuch De react: "Quick! Call the imperial doctor!"

There was another commotion behind him.

But Mo Lan didn't seem to hear it, he carried the person in his arms all the way into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

There was no candle in the hall, and it was pitch black all around, but Mo Lan was able to find the exact position of the bed.

He carefully placed the little emperor in his arms on the couch.

The blood from the wound was no longer flowing, but the little emperor's body was getting colder and colder. The whole room was extremely quiet, and only one person's breathing could be heard.

Mo Lan stretched out her hand to hold the limp hand, and the cold temperature was transmitted through the palm. Such a temperature made the cold heart ache.

"Are you cold? I'll help you warm up." Mo Lan said, holding the little emperor's hand carefully. He wanted to warm him with his own body temperature, but it didn't work.

The body temperature of the people on the bed was still dropping, and even Mo Lan's hands were also cold.

"Are you kidding me? I don't accept you because I'm angry? I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong! Can you wake up and listen to you. "

Mo Lan's voice was hoarse and outrageous.

He lowered his head, and the sound he made was like the whining of a beast.

"Aren't you amazing? How can a person who is so flamboyant on the battlefield be hurt by a woman!"

"Blame me...I shouldn't drink so much..."

"Chu Qingchen, Your Majesty. Can you wake up, I still owe you two life-saving graces."

"If you don't wake up, I owe you three lives."

If you don't wake up, these three lives... I won't be able to get up...

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the imperial doctor finally arrived. The lights in the room were lit, and the light dispelled the darkness, but Mo Lan was staring at the little emperor's pale face.

　Li: Did you see that, this is the chasing wife crematorium, the real crematorium.

　　Mo Lan (draws the knife)
　　carp:……

　　Good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)