The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

When the distance between the two was only an inch, the emperor suddenly stopped and stared into Ning Yuqing's black eyes without any further reaction.

He always felt that something was wrong with this scene, but he couldn't describe what was wrong. When his eyes touched the other person's dark eyes, a flash of light flashed through his mind.

No, no, why are they black eyes?

It shouldn't be black, it would look good if it had a pair of pupils as blue as the sea, yes, it should be blue, it should be the same blue as a cat.

Thinking of a certain sensitive and familiar word, the emperor was startled, and his eyes red with desire suddenly woke up.

"...What...what's wrong?" Ning Yuqing looked at the man in front of her, feeling inexplicably panicked. He quickly tried to get closer, but was pushed away.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The emperor's eyes were filled with frightening bloodshot eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out a large pool of bright red blood.

When Manager Lin came back, he saw the imperial concubine sitting on the ground with a frightened face, and the emperor lying in a pool of blood on the throne.

"Protect...protect you!"

A high-pitched voice pierced the air, and the Qianqing Palace was in chaos.

"Master, how is His Majesty's condition?" Manager Lin stood aside and watched the eminent monk inserting several long needles into the emperor's body. He couldn't help but ask.

"Do not talk."

The eminent monk made a silent gesture. After the palace became quiet again, he continued to pull out the silver needle from the bag and inserted it into the correct acupuncture point.

When he finished everything and took off the silver needle, he was already sweating profusely and let out a long breath: "My life has been saved for the time being. There is not much danger at the moment."

Pricking him with a set of needles is no less than fighting against the Lord of Hell in the underworld.

"Thank you for your hard work." Manager Lin quickly handed over the silk handkerchief.

The enlightened monk took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyebrows tightly tangled together. No wonder his eyelids always felt like they were twitching.

A few days ago, he was watching the sky at night and saw that the Ziwei Emperor star in the center of the astrolabe was flickering and extinguishing. The star position was unstable and seemed to be dimming.

He was startled, anticipating that something might happen to the emperor, so he advanced the agreed date and hurriedly entered the capital.

It was indeed true that something happened to the emperor.

During the years when the body was occupied by lonely ghosts, this body was poisoned by many chronic poisons, and the toxins had accumulated in the body for a long time. There are some poisons that even eminent monks cannot solve at once and can only be adjusted slowly.

Although the emperor looks no different from a normal person now, in fact the damage inside is very serious.

If the true owner of the body had not returned in time and was supported by Ziwei Emperor Qi, I am afraid that this body would have rotted and stinked long ago.

But this is not a long-term solution.

The dilapidated mortal body cannot withstand the strong luck, and the toxins in the body are still hidden dangers and may explode at any time.

The effect of the medicine was forced out by the silver needle, and the emperor faintly woke up and opened his eyes. He waved his hand and sent everyone out of the palace, leaving only the eminent monk.

The emperor coughed, propped himself up and leaned against the dragon couch, his eyes lowered: "How? But what kind of medicine was taken?"

"The aphrodisiac has a powerful effect. This body was already very depleted. Now that it is stimulated by the aphrodisiac, all the poison latent in the body is stimulated."

"I'm afraid it won't be cured." The eminent monk bowed his hands and reported the true situation one by one.

The fake emperor indulged in sensuality all day long and lived a luxurious life. He did not realize that his daily meals were being chronically poisoned. Accumulated over many years, the poisons in the body are many and complex, and have reached a serious level.

Being incapacitated is only the first sign of a toxic attack.

The subsequent treatment process is the beginning of the pain.

The emperor's face was a little pale: "Just treat him, don't have any worries. If you are really worried, I will give you a death-free gold medal in advance to protect your life."

In fact, this is not a question of whether it can be cured or not. Judging from the current situation of the emperor, there are many serious illnesses, and even if Hua Tuo is alive, there is nothing he can do.

The enlightened monk wanted to say something more, but a cat meowed from outside the door.

A snow-white cat ran in without any scruples and jumped directly onto the dragon couch. Seeing the emperor's pale face, it meowed non-stop.

"Ahem... Tired of playing? Come here and let me pet you." The emperor stretched out his hand and rubbed the kitten's head, with a faint smile on his lips.

Even after it has been cleaned, the cat's keen sense of smell can still pick up the smell of blood in the air.

Song Jiu couldn't help but avoid the man's movements and wandered around the emperor, trying to find traces of wounds. But apparently he found nothing.

Could it be an internal injury?

The cat was spinning around anxiously, and its meowing became increasingly rapid and hoarse.

The emperor held the impatient kitten in his arms and stroked its hair: "Ahem...Okay, I'm fine...I'm fine. I just caught a cold and got a little cold. Don't worry..." He said something Kind words comfort the cat.

After hearing this, the noisy kitten calmed down.

It's okay. Song Jiu's anxious heart finally settled down. He never thought that someone would lie to a cat, and besides, it was the emperor who loved him very much.

So he firmly believed this.

Song Jiu calmed down and felt a strong gaze falling on him. He looked up and saw an old man dressed as a monk and with a fluttering white beard staring at him unhappily for a moment.

"Don't be obsessed with lust, and eat light. Remember this." The eminent monk bent down and said to the emperor, his eyes slowly falling on the white cat beside the bed.

His eyes were a bit strange, as if he had seen something strange and weird. His gaze made Song Jiu's scalp numb, as if his soul had been penetrated.

Song Jiu quickly moved away and buried his head in the emperor's arms. Smelling the man's faint medicinal fragrance, he felt more at ease.

"My cat is a bit naive, master, please stop staring at it." The emperor soothed the kitten with his big hands, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Strange and strange.

This cat is actually a spirit from another world.

The enlightened monk was a little curious and wanted to observe more, but due to the emperor's protective attitude, he had to give up.

It is great luck to be favored by the emperor on earth.

Staying next to the emperor every day, this kitten is affected by the imperial energy of Ziwei. If there is a chance, I am afraid that over time, it will cultivate into a human form and become the first cat demon in the world.

The enlightened monk followed the instructions and withdrew his gaze.

The white cat's soul was as pure as crystal and had no harmful intentions. This was the first time he had seen such a pure soul.

The enlightened monk thought in his heart, explained some precautions, and left the palace.

If he had read correctly just now, a lot of Ziwei Emperor Qi had accumulated in the white cat's body, and there were faint signs of overflowing.

If he really transformed into a human form and repaid his kindness, it would be possible to cure the poison in the emperor's body.

Sure enough, it is Ziwei Emperor Star, his life should not be cut off.