The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Even though she knew Luo Qianmo was seriously injured, Fang Qingyou still held onto a sliver of hope. He was so strong, he would surely be alright, right?

As long as he has a breath left, she will definitely save him.

She deliberately spoke in a light tone, unaware that her trembling voice had already betrayed her inner panic.

The strong smell of blood made Fang Qingyou even more frightened.

She wasn't this afraid when facing death, but now she's really afraid that Luo Qianmo will die.

Suddenly, Fang Qingyou felt a chill run down her spine. Realizing they had fallen off the mountaintop, she immediately clung tightly to Luo Qianmo.

The mountaintop shouldn't be too high; with some self-preservation techniques, even if one falls, the injury shouldn't be too severe.

"Luo Qianmo, you must not die! You must hold on, wait for me to save you!" Fang Qingyou let her body fall from the mountaintop. She felt as helpless and afraid as a leaf falling from a tree.

Fang Qingyou did not receive a response from Luo Qianmo, but she could feel a faint breath on her neck.

It was faint, yet it carried the warmth of life.

This feeling gradually warmed Fang Qingyou's heart.

"Luo Qianmo, since you promised me, you have to live well, so you must not die!" As soon as Fang Qingyou finished speaking, she felt the mountain wind suddenly weaken, and knew that they were about to land. So she immediately tried to curl her body into a ball.

Then Fang Qingyou held Luo Qianmo in one arm and protected her head with the other, already prepared to fall to the ground.

As a result, her body fell into a soft place, a sensation that delighted Fang Qingyou.

Heaven spared her; she actually fell into a tree!

The support of the dense tree canopy cushioned Fang Qingyou's fall, ensuring that even if the branches couldn't hold her up and she fell again, she would be unharmed.

"Crack—crack—" As the sound of tree branches breaking rang out, Fang Qingyou's body fell to the ground.

Although my body was burning from being scratched by tree branches, this pain was far better than death.

However, Fang Qingyou's sense of relief was shattered instantly, as she felt her body roll down a slope as soon as she landed.

Fang Qingyou felt as if she was rolling downwards, rolling and rolling, rolling like a fleshy spring, constantly hitting the ground, causing her body to ache.

She had the opportunity to alleviate her pain, but she wouldn't do so because she wanted to protect Luo Qianmo.

His injuries are too severe; if he suffers further injuries, she may be powerless to help him.

Fortunately, Fang Qingyou's tumbling finally stopped.

The ground was damp, so it's probably because they fell into an underground hole or something.

Everything was pitch black; my vision was completely obscured by darkness.

Fang Qingyou didn't have time to think too much. She reached out and touched a slightly dry spot, then rolled over with Luo Qianmo in her arms, causing his body to land on that spot.

Then, Fang Qingyou sat up, took out a heart-protecting pill, and carefully put it into Luo Qianmo's mouth.

His lips were icy cold with only a trace of warmth, and his breathing was so faint that it was almost imperceptible unless you listened carefully.

Fang Qingyou bit her lip, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and then reached out to touch Luo Qianmo's wrist to feel his pulse.

His wrists were so cold that it made one's heart clench.

Fang Qingyou's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Luo Qianmo's condition was worse than she had imagined. His physical weakness and damage to his heart meridian made his situation very pessimistic.

This heart-protecting pill can only protect him for a short time; her time is running out!

Fang Qingyou suppressed her anxiety, picked up two stones from the ground, and quickly began to rub them together.

In the darkness, flickering lights dispelled the intense blackness.

By the flickering firelight, Fang Qingyou saw that Luo Qianmo had fainted, his eyes closed, his pale face showing signs of pain.

This side of Luo Qianmo pierced Fang Qingyou's heart.

He was once a proud and privileged young man, but he stepped into the gates of hell because of his own actions.

No matter how difficult it is, she must save his life!

Fang Qingyou saw some withered grass and groped around to pick it up into a pile.

The dry grass was still dry enough that she quickly started a fire. Once her vision improved, Fang Qingyou quickly gathered some dry branches and lit a small fire.

It didn't take her long, but that was still too long for saving a life, especially when every second counts!

Fang Qingyou sat down again next to Luo Qianmo, holding several silver needles in her hand, intending to insert them into his acupoints, but encountered a hard resistance as she tried to insert them.

This is……

Fang Qingyou suspiciously pulled open Luo Qianmo's clothes and saw that what was revealed under the snow-white inner garment was not his chest, but a piece of soft armor that shimmered with silver light, with patterns like bird feathers. Only then did she understand.

Silverwing Armor, a legendary protective treasure that is impervious to water and fire, and impervious to swords and blades.

Fang Qingyou was truly grateful that he was wearing the Silver Wing Soft Armor; otherwise, she and he might already be separated by death.

Following the texture of the silver-winged soft armor, Fang Qingyou quickly removed it, and what she saw next instantly brought tears to her eyes.

Luo Qianmo's chest was bluish-white, with his heart area sunken by a finger's width, and that patch of skin was covered with a layer of cold, bluish hue.

Such an injury would have killed an ordinary person long ago; it was only thanks to Luo Qianmo's strong physique that he was able to retain a sliver of life.

Fang Qingyou forced back her tears and tried to calm herself down before inserting silver needles into the vital acupoints on Luo Qianmo's chest and abdomen.

Time passed slowly, and Fang Qingyou continued to perform acupuncture on Luo Qianmo.

The iron fist of that fanged masked boss was not only as hard as iron, but also coated with an extremely domineering cold poison.

Therefore, the punch that Luo Qianmo received not only damaged his heart meridian with its force, but also caused him to be attacked by the cold poison.

Luo Qianmo was barely clinging to life, and Fang Qingyou had to seize every second to save him while he still had that last breath.

While Fang Qingyou was treating Luo Qianmo, Emperor Mingde in the palace was furious, and everyone kneeling below him trembled.

"Who on earth dares to harm my son right under my nose!"

"Find him! Find him! Even if you have to search every inch of the land, find the Eighth Prince!"

At the same time, Qiaoyang Mountain.

A figure searched frantically along the route where Fang Qingyou had her accident, muttering to himself as he searched, "My dear disciple, you absolutely cannot get hurt. If something happens to you, I will never forgive myself..."

As he was muttering to himself, he suddenly caught a very familiar scent. His gaze followed the scent and drifted towards a mountaintop in the distance.

That is……

Xiaoyaozi was overjoyed and immediately rushed towards the mountaintop.