Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

A few candles and two cups of tea were all that Murong Hui could offer to entertain guests in his house.

Rada stood outside the door again, holding the knife. He felt relieved and lamented that Yue Ran had seen the most shabby side of His Highness.

Yue Ran looked up at the small hall in front of him. There were very few furniture in the room, but it was quite clean. However, the plainness like a snow cave was really incompatible with the identity of a prince.

As far as she knew, the mansions that Emperor Shengwen prepared for the Beiliang hostages were not luxurious, but the conditions were quite acceptable.

"It seems that the Eleventh Prince likes this house very much."

Yue Ran spoke casually, and her gaze returned to Murong Hui's face.

Murong Hui's gaze that was lingering on her face also silently withdrew at this moment.

"This place is quiet and suitable for daydreaming. There is no need to interact with people."

A deep and pleasant voice sounded, causing Yue Ran to raise his eyebrows slightly.

Murong Hui poured tea for her gracefully, his slender white fingers exerting steady force.

Yue Ran suddenly spoke:

"Your Highness is a little out of sorts. Excuse me for being blunt. Could it be that you are ill?"

Murong Hui paused, and his dark eyes looked directly into Yue Ran's eyes.

Yue Ran's eyes were clearly black and white, like an endless abyss surrounded by pure ice and snow, which could easily make people lose their minds if they were not careful.

Her eyes have witnessed the glory of countless victories and endured countless nights of loneliness.

There is no other woman in the world who has such a pair of eyes.

Murong Hui stared at her for a few breaths, lowered his eyes and nodded gently:

"It's congenital, and there's no cure. I get sick from time to time."

He simply stretched out his wrist and approached Yue Ran:

"I heard that General Yue is also somewhat knowledgeable in medicine. Could you treat me?"

Yue Ran did not refuse and put her fingers on Murong Hui's wrist.

This person is quite sensible and doesn't need her to say any more nonsense.

Under the dim light, Yue Ran lowered her eyes to feel Murong Hui's pulse, and Murong Hui stared at her profile without blinking.

The warm candlelight softened the sharpness in her eyes. Her long raven-blue eyelashes blinked slowly. From time to time, a hint of doubt flashed in her dark eyes. She looked a little confused and finally looked a bit like a girl of her age.

Murong Hui's eyes softened unconsciously, like a deep pool in the mountains on a spring day, with faint ripples and a special emotion flashing across them.

Yue Ran let go of Murong Hui's wrist, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Murong Hui's eyes.

She was slightly stunned, and then said with a hint of apology:

"It's really because I'm not very good at medicine. I can only see that your tendons and veins are blocked and your Qi and blood are insufficient."

"Your Highness, you should rest more often."

Murong Hui shook his head indifferently:

"I've gotten used to it. If I can't get better, I'm going to die."

My mother had sought help from many famous doctors, but unfortunately, his condition was not serious at all.

Yue Ran recalled the many times he had met Murong Hui, and indeed most of the time his lips were pale.

It is not easy for him to grow up to be so tall and strong given his congenital deficiencies.

Yue Ran stood up and bowed to say goodbye.

Rada followed Murong Hui and watched Yue Ran leave, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yue Ran can come and go as he pleases in this house, which is really unsafe in the future. It would be better for her to move back to the mansion prepared by Emperor Shengwen.

At this moment, the sky had completely darkened. After Murong Hui sent Yue Ran away, his vigilance eased. He groaned, and blood oozed from the corners of his lips again.

Rada quickly helped him into the house, closed the door respectfully and stood guard outside, his eyes as big as bells.

Now, even if a mosquito flies by, it can't escape his eyes.

Murong Hui was alone in the pitch-black room. He could no longer stand and knelt on one knee on the ground.

He panted lightly a few times and slowly raised his head. The pupils in his dark eyes had turned into two vertical lines.

There were gains and losses in the Dali Temple today.

Face to face with the people from the Divine Lord Sect, he took great pains to hide the abnormality during the inspection, resulting in him now being unable to hide the change in his appearance.

If Yue Ran had gone a step later, he might not have been able to hold on.

As for the unexpected surprise, the best one was Feng Xiaolou.

At that time, in the entire Dali Temple lobby, he was the only one who felt the fleeting magical power in her.

It was really interesting. Although it was a smell that disgusted him, with Feng Xiaolou in the capital of Da Chu, his identity would be protected.

He was now very glad that Yue Ran would not see him in such a miserable state.

Thinking of this, an irresistible force tore his body apart. Murong Hui could not help but curl up on the ground and hugged his body, a broken moan coming out of his throat.

His appearance was extremely delicate and he was originally the most dazzling one in the crowd, but now, that handsomeness was gradually being distorted by strange changes.

The corners of his eyes began to lengthen, revealing a strange charm, and his head also changed quietly. It seemed that something was stirring under his long black hair, trying to break free and show its true form.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails gradually grew longer in the painful struggle, becoming as sharp as knives and flashing with cold light.

Murong Hui frowned, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, his body twitched from time to time, and an invisible force raged in his body, forcing him to accept the unknown change of identity.

He tried to resist again, but the power derived from his blood was too strong. Groaning in pain, cold sweat slid down his face, which was gradually revealing its wild beauty, and dripped onto the cold ground.

Not far inside the room, a black figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

Murong Hui's breathing stagnated, and his body suddenly jumped up, piercing the opponent's face with his sharp nails.

After the mutation, his strength increased dramatically, his movements became vigorous and powerful, and each strike was accompanied by a whistling sound, almost tearing the air around him.

The black shadow on the opposite side was light and nimble in its steps, like a fallen leaf dancing in the night wind. It seemed weak, but in fact it possessed amazing explosive power. Every dodge and counterattack was precise and in place, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, fast and deadly.

There was almost no gap between the two people's offense and defense, and every move and every style was a powerful confrontation.

Their figures intertwined and overlapped, moving so fast in the dark room that only blurry afterimages could be seen.

Murong Hui swung out with a claw and cut off a strand of the other person's long hair. A faint fragrance came from him, which startled him.

There was a flash of cold light in the opponent's hand, and Murong Hui only had time to step back half a step before his clothes on his chest were cut open by the sharp blade. If he had not reacted quickly, he would have been executed by now.

Rada was startled when he noticed the noise and quickly kicked the door trying to break into the room.

At this moment, Murong Hui saw the face of the black shadow clearly. He was shocked and quickly stepped back.

"Rada, stay outside." A deep voice penetrated the door.

"But, Your Highness..." Rada said in confusion.

Murong Hui gasped and smiled bitterly:

"It's no use for you to come in."

In front of him, the man lit the fire stick in his hand, illuminating the faces of both parties at the moment.

A woman in red held up a light source in her hand, her eyes shining brightly in the firelight.

The beautiful, almost weird man stood in the dim halo. His brows showed both masculine handsomeness and a bit of inhuman charm. Especially his eyes, which were deep green, like the most vital leaves in the forest, sparkling with a mysterious luster.

The most eye-catching thing was the pair of furry pointed ears on his head that kept turning from time to time. Their reflection in Yue Ran's pupils finally made her, who had remained calm even when faced with a catastrophe, open her eyes wide in shock.