The sandalwood in the incense burns quietly, and the spice gradually rises and churns with the smoke. The sandalwood is quiet, but in the fallen abyss in the room, the heart is always hanging in the throat, and the divine power in the palm of the palm is constantly transported into Zhiyang's body, but it has no effect.

The black mist on Zhiyang's face had not yet receded, and under his white and tender skin, the black poisonous blood was still surging.

Looking at Zhiyang now, there is no place where she is still a fairy fairy with a fairy spirit. Although the black scar on her face no longer expands, it forms a blindfold on her eyes, which is dazzling and terrifying, and there is also some evil spirit in vaguely.

Zhiyang used to love beauty the most. The fur on the original body was thick and shiny, and the precious fur of the white fox was always shining brightly by her. No matter who it saw, she was envious.

But now, such serious traces appeared on her face, and I wonder what it would happen if she woke up and saw her.

"Azhi, wake up! Everyone in Qingqiu is still waiting for you!"

Luo Yuan said this in a very small voice. His face was still flooded with tears at some point. The sounds made were trembling, but he still couldn't wait for the reply from the person in front of him.

This is not the first time Luo Yuan has experienced such a separation of life and death. Every time he is the same person, the woman he cherishes the most. He has clearly agreed to protect her, but in the end, she is lying in front of him again.

I don’t know if it was to break the left behind barrier in Luo Yuan’s heart. The spiritual power in his hand began to weaken and the light continued to disappear. Finally, Luo Yuan knelt down beside Zhiyang, holding Zhiyang with one hand and gently stroked Zhiyang’s face with the other hand.

"Don't leave, Jing Qian will be here soon. Will you hold on for a while?"

There was the sound that the emperor who looked down on the world could make? The sound was very light, as if he was discussing with Zhiyang, holding her hand and begging quietly.

"How is she?"

A sudden sound came from outside the door. The next moment, two figures, black and white, fell in front of Luo Yuan's eyes.

"let me see!"

Before Luo Yuan could react, Jing Qian came directly to Zhiyang with a serious expression. She looked at the poison on Zhiyang's face and looked at Zhiyang's eyes again. She immediately had her own judgment.

"This is the feather needle of the Feiling clan." Jing Qian relaxed slightly, but did not turn to look at Luo Yuan and Dajiao Xuanyuan. "It is better to say that it is from the Feiling clan, a hidden weapon created by Yingsu. It is a hidden weapon made by injecting the thinnest feathers on his body into his magic power."

Jing Qian has seen this thing before, but it doesn’t seem unfamiliar to her.

Since you know what you were hit, it should be easier to remove the needle and detoxify the next step.

Seeing Jing Qian's confident look, Luo Yuan's slight breathed a sigh of relief, "Please ask His Highness the Emperor to remove the needle for this emperor and empress."

After saying this, Jing Qian turned around and looked at Luo Yuan with a steady look, with some unknown emotions in her eyes, and she didn't know what it meant.

"Why...is there any other problem?"

When Jing Qian saw this, Luo Yuan felt a little scared in his heart.

"Yes!" Jing Qian looked at Luo Yuan, and looked at Dajiao Xuanyuan, "This problem is where Azhi was in the needle, which was not like ordinary skin and skin, but was directly injured in the eyes."

Although Jing Qian was quick to move, she carefully examined Zhiyang's wound. If the needle fell into the flesh, it would disappear quickly, and only a small needle hole was left on the wound. If you didn't look closely, you would not be able to find it.
Chapter completed!