Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Although Qin Lin can't say anything, he learned Qin Ya's mouth type. His mouth moves one by one. His mouth type is no different from Qin Ya's, and suddenly he took the same oath.

The stranger looked at the two extremely solemn Qin Lin Qin Ya brothers and sisters, silent for a long time, and pulled their hands off, "I know, what you want to say, what you want to express, I know, even if you don't, I am clear. If you do so, I will surely do my utmost in my life to preserve your lives in peace and prosperity. ”

She paused, her voice slightly heavier, "As for the side, I can't guarantee it. I have too much to do, and you won't be too safe with me after all. ”

“Slaves have nothing to ask for as long as they can serve beside the queen.” Qin Lin compared to the sign language, said his true thoughts to the best of his mind.

Qin Ya also nodded the same nod like garlic, stopping, she seemed to suddenly think of something, face one. Cone, "Princess, you've been studying this medicine all these days, that. What about His Royal Highness? The slaves heard that His Highness's seizures have gotten worse these past few days. If you can't come up with the antidote by then? ”

Qin Lin heard the news, and there was also a color of worry in his eyes.

The flowers on the stranger are still calm and not at all alarmed, "Not in such a hurry, besides, I will not put myself in danger, just trust me. ”

Qin Lin Qin Ya glanced at him, all relieved.

After all, strange flowers never speak big words, and since she does, she is perfectly sure.

Exactly in the conversation room, the maiden came out in a hurry, "Your Highness, the Second Highness has had a terrible attack, please hurry. ”

“Has the prince gone?” Now that the night is near, Yan Mo Li still has a seizure at this time, she has to prevent

“Returning to the Princess, the Prince was not well today and fell asleep early. ”

“He's idle.” The flowers on the stranger couldn't help but whisper a whisper, but the face was fine at times.

He has been idle for a few days under the pretext of pursuing poisoning, and can't even look at it now.

……

The longer this poison lasts in the body, the more ferocious it becomes at each attack, the worse it is to die.

Yan Ink Li was almost insane at this time. The bluish muscles on the back of his gripping hand had burst. The same was true on the face. He was sweaty and obviously endured extremely hard work.

The guard was in a hurry to spin in place. At first sight, a stranger had flowered. Quickly put the medicine box in Qin Ya's hands next to the bed. "Your Highness is dying to hold on. Quickly. ”

The stranger nodded slightly and looked up at Yan Ink's face, which was not a slow opening: “I'm going to lose the needle for him, you come and hold him down. ”

When the guard nodded, he hurried up and pressed Yan Ink Li's shoulders in case he moved.

The stranger flowered and bent down, putting Yan Ink in front of his chest. The bloodstained clothes have been removed.

It was only seen that Liu Zheng's medication mediated these two days, and the wound that had already been wounded with scabs was again destroyed by the toxin and the wound collapsed. This time, unlike the previous one, only slight blood was shed, at which point the blood from the wound was like a mountain spring spilled through the cracks in the valley, spraying from the inside out.

No wonder the guard is now anxious to invite her here. Turns out the poison is getting deeper and deeper. I'm afraid it's about to break into the heart of my lungs. By then, there's really no cure.

The sooner this happens, the better, but the stranger doesn't think so. The tragedy of the Original Lord is caused by the man in front of him. If he does not suffer more, how can he be right? The Original Lord has vanished.