The young King Jin was leaning against the pear blossom bed casually in his bedroom, wearing only a loose and delicate snow-white underwear, wandering around with light silver threads and cloud patterns, which set off his thinner and colder, and his whole body was filled with a cold and calm temperament, as cool as the ice water in the winter night.

Three thousand ink hair was scattered behind her, her skin was translucent and cold white. Her handsome face was so beautiful that she was so charming that she drooped the long crow eyelashes, covering the silent and cold eyes like a cold pond.

"Master, you are awake!" Chu Qi suddenly rushed up excitedly at that time, his voice trembling: "Master, do you feel anything? Where does it hurt? Master..."

Before the words of Chu Qi were finished, Mo Liyan was interrupted lightly. He leaned his eyes slightly and asked in a very elegant, noble and plain tone, as if asking a trivial matter: "When is Chu Qi, now?"

On the seventh day of the lunar month, he met the pair of phoenix eyes of His Highness Jin. He was very beautiful and touching eyes. He was almost completely sharp and cold in his life, but now... he was bottomless and empty, without any color, monotonous black and empty. At first glance, he really wanted to be staring at the abyss.

Chu Qi felt sad in his heart, as if he was being held tightly by a hand, and could not breathe, "It's been three o'clock in the morning."

"Chen Shi." Mo Liyan nodded, saying that he knew, and his attitude was always unspeakable, "It's sun."

He tapped his fingertips casually, closed his eyes again, and said nothing, a little sickly and lazy, as cold as ever.

"Mr.... I'll call Mr. Chu over." Chu Qi said in a difficult tone and suddenly knelt down heavily, "Mr. Chu is skilled in medical skills and can definitely cure his master's eyes!"

Mo Liyan did not make any statement, but just raised his hand, Leng Su, a long finger bone, and signaled to go out on the 7th day of the lunar calendar.

On the seventh day of the lunar month, he hurriedly left the bedroom and went to find Chu Qing and his wife.

In the huge and luxurious bedroom, Mo Liyan was left alone, which seemed particularly cold.

Mo Liyan opened his eyes flatly, and no one knew what he was thinking. After Mo Yue was quiet for a long time, he raised his hand silently, touched his eyes, and quickly retracted it. His emotions did not fluctuate from beginning to end.

The young King Jin suddenly lifted the quilt, stood up barefoot, stepped on the cold obsidian floor, and groped step by step according to memory.

Although it's daytime,

As the snow cleared, a soft and light white halo shone in from the half-open window frame and landed on the slender and lonely figure, outlining his clean and distinct side profile, with long eyelashes.

He looks sparse and cold.

When Chu Qing and Chu opened the door and came in, they only saw a picture that could make him suffocate in an instant.

Chu Qing and I thought he would never forget such a scene in his life.

The pear blossom wooden clothes hanger in the bedroom somehow hit the ground, the water kettle on the table spilled all over the floor, and the porcelain cup also fell to the ground, and the scene looked very messy.

His Highness, who has always been arrogant and proud, was wearing a snow-white underwear and loosely dressed in a cold and monotonous black brocade robe, and he looked very thin.

He stood by the table without wearing shoes. As he moved, he stepped on the broken sharp porcelain pieces, and soon covered the red blood, but he seemed to have no sense of notice and no pain, and could still carry the table forward as if nothing had happened.

Chu Qing and his heart were staring blankly at the scene, feeling like something was stabbed hard in their hearts. The pain was stiff, as if countless needles were pouring on their hearts, feeling bored and suffocating.

All the words were stuck in my throat and I couldn't say a word.

He immediately turned gloomy and walked up quickly, putting the medicine box next to him.

Chu Qing and I gave myself a long time to build their psychological construction and tried to speak to Mo Liyan in a very peaceful tone: "Sir, you go to the bed first, and I'll show you."

When the young King Jin heard Chu Qingyu's voice, he didn't say anything, but nodded slightly with a faint expression, and then walked gently and steadily towards the soft couch.

But after that step by step, even Chu Qing and his wife couldn't help but feel sweaty for Mo Liyan. They stared at King Jin's steps and did not dare to leave for a moment, for fear that the person in front of them would directly hit something in the next second.

But Mo Liyan did not have this self-knowledge, and fortunately he left without any danger.

Chu Qingyu first sorted out the bedroom, and then walked towards Mo Liyan with the medicine box placed next to him.

In fact, he had already checked everything countless times when Mo Liyan was in a coma, but now that Mo Liyan is awake, he still wants to take a look again.

Chu Qing and Wen He said: "Sir, stretch out your hand."

Mo Liyan lowered his long eyelashes and always cooperated very well, but rather than being in cooperation, it would be better to be indifferent to everything.

Chu Qing and he put his hands on him. His remarks were rumbling and undulating in his abdomen for a long time. No matter how much he thought about it, he felt that it was inappropriate and didn't know what to say.

The sunlight slowly spread in the half-open window frame, dyeing a light white and light gold color. It looked particularly clean and gentle after the heavy snow cleared. It jumped to Mo Liyan's long eyelashes, shattering a very beautiful halo, but it could not reflect his eyes. The side lines were clean and sharp, just like the gods in the ninth level of heaven.

"You don't have to care about me, just say whatever you want." Mo Liyan finally spoke. At this time, he talked to Chu Qing and for the first time after waking up. Because he had been unconscious for nearly three days and did not speak, his always cold voice was slightly hoarse, without any emotion. He lowered his eyes and calmly felt the bottomless darkness in front of him.

Chu Qing and Shen took a deep breath, barely suppressing the irritability and bitterness in their hearts, forcing themselves to make a sound.

"Sir, please rest assured... I will definitely cure your eyes anyway." He pondered and said to Mo Liyan word by word: "I have dealt with the wound on my body. The toxicity began to spread from the sword wound. At this moment, it was all condensed in the eyes, which led to blindness."

"This poison, it is very complicated. It may take some time to understand it. I dare not act rashly before this." After all, any wrong decision may lead to the complete destruction of this person's eyes. Chu Qingyu would never dare to take action. "Please believe me and give me a certain amount of time. The antidote will definitely be prepared."

Mo Liyan calmly withdrew his hand and said yes.
Chapter completed!