I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

Lorenzo had no objection, and the others had no reason to say anything.

Sumujie said that the temple will arrange for the best medical priest to enter the palace as soon as possible. Bai Jingyan sent a message directly to Taslier and wanted to talk to him.

Taslier agreed and arranged for someone to take him to the small conference hall to wait.

On a sunny day, my face is gray and my body is aching and tired.

The wound on the shoulder started to bleed again due to Tasril's shock just now. The bloodthirsty effect that had been suppressed by Lorenzo's ice spiritual energy began to cause trouble again.

Qingtian constantly mobilized his spiritual energy to fight against the remaining spiritual energy to prevent the wound from expanding and worsening.

Tasril took her directly to the side hall of his palace. The medical officers and servants who followed him were surprised, but they did not dare to show it.

Your Highness, this is against the rules...

Qingtian was too busy fighting his injuries to bother arguing with him.

Taslier put her on the bed and asked the female medical officer to bandage her wound. Unfortunately, blood oozed from the white gauze after a while.

Even after applying medicine, the bleeding could not be stopped.

Tasriel knew that this was the assassin's spiritual power, which should last for a period of time, during which time the wound would crack repeatedly...

How can a fatal blow from the ninth level of Heaven be so easy to catch?

At this moment, he regretted that he had been too heavy-handed just now. In fact, it would have been better to scare her.

"You guys go down."

The medical officer reluctantly left the trauma supplies and various elixirs and retreated.

Tasriel sent his servants to fetch warm water.

"Approximately how long will the assassin's remaining psychic energy last?"

how long……

Qingtian's lips were a little white, and her whole body was soft due to excessive blood loss. "They feel very tenacious. I don't know how long they will last."

Tasril clicked his tongue, "Still stubborn? Like you?"

Qingtian stared at him angrily, not knowing what to say.

Tasril met her gaze and sat on the edge of the bed, and suddenly pulled open her dress.

Gan!

Qingtian's nerves suddenly became tense, "What are you doing! Are you really so bottomless?"

"Don't move! It's easier to treat the wound if you take off the dress. If you bleed too much, you will die. Just save some strength to fight the injury."

"Besides, you're already like this, what else can I do?"

Tasriel said while pressing her to take off the blood-stained dress little by little.

You will die!

I was angry, but it was very uncomfortable to have the blood on my dress and it stuck to my body. But couldn't he find a maid to do this?

Taslier threw the dress on the floor, turned around and smiled: "The underwear is very beautiful, you have gained weight recently."

"..."

On a sunny day, my head hurts, my gray face turns red, and I kick people out of habit.

But he is in poor health and is nothing more than a kitten kicking his legs.

Tasril pinched her ankle easily and shook his head, "You still have the strength to kick someone. You are so cruel and do not know how to live or die."

After saying that, he deliberately and slowly took off the stockings on Qingtian's legs.

On a sunny day, I felt excited and my hair stood on end. "Lan Zetong! I just saved you!"

"Are you admitting to saving me now?" Tasril stared into her eyes teasingly, "You have a very good heart."

"I'm good to begin with. Whoever looks like you is simply a black man!" Qingtian gets angry just thinking about it. The cheerful and sunny Lan Zetong in Yilan's memory is now such a bastard and a sinister person. It must be because of his master Ta Slier!

Tasriel was stunned for a moment, then asked with a puzzled look: "When you say black, do you mean Admiral Tasriel?"

"Who else besides him?" Qingtian frowned, "I hope you don't become like him."

Tasril took a deep breath, his eyes darkened, and he was silent for a few seconds before saying, "He was a little crazy in the past. He had special experiences and was stimulated."

Qingtian said: "Evil is evil, no matter how good the reason is, it is no excuse to hurt others. Others have no obligation to bear his past."

"Of course, the people who hurt him and the family members who indulged him are the culprits, but these cannot cover up the mistakes he made. These are two different things."

She has heard some rumors, especially since there has been so much turmoil in the Tas family recently...

But everyone has to take responsibility for their own actions, and they cannot blame others for the pain and abuse they have experienced as a form of venting compensation.

Tasril lowered his head, his mind surging, and he unconsciously rubbed Qingtian's smooth calves with his fingers...

"Maybe you're right."

That's right, why are you torturing me?

Qingtian felt tired, exhausted from talking too much, and had to constantly mobilize his spiritual power to fight the injuries, making him break into a cold sweat.

"Lan Zetong, I'm cold, please give me a quilt."

Taslier came back to his senses and saw Qingtian curled up and trembling slightly. He got up and went to the cabinet to get a fleece blanket to cover her.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

"roll!"

The maids brought in hot water and looked at this scene in surprise. Then they looked at the dress and stockings on the floor, thinking that His Highness's attitude towards this person was really unusual...

With hot water, Taslier helped Qingtian wipe the blood, and Qingtian closed his eyes and let him toss around like a kitten.

I can’t control it, I really can’t control it!

After the cleaning was almost done, Tasriel used his spiritual energy to help her fight against the injuries.

If it weren't for concealing his identity, he could actually suppress the bloodthirsty effect like Lorenzo, but that's all he can do now.

Fortunately, after the two of them worked together, the wound no longer worsened and the bleeding stopped.

On a sunny day, the pressure is reduced and the whole person relaxes, feeling a little dazed and sleepy, and the spiritual power running subconsciously is intermittent.

Seeing this, Tasril increased his spiritual power output to maintain balance.

After a few more minutes, Qing Tian almost fell asleep, and Tasril carefully used the hypnotic power to put her to sleep completely.

"You all go out and wait."

"Yes."

After the maid left, Tasril used his spiritual power to fight against the bloodthirsty, and after a lot of effort, he finally suppressed the strange effect.

The wound is no longer bleeding and can be bandaged.

After everything was done, he lay down on the bed leisurely, feeling like he was back in Sadara, that night when Sunny was poisoned by fire.

He turned sideways and poked Sunny's plump cheek with his finger.

She is really brave and fearless, with a hard mouth but a soft heart...

She clearly felt that she was not happy with the resistance of Lan Zetong, who she played, but she still came forward...

Because of a childhood friend? Because of Mei Li?

Tasriel had a melancholy look on his face.

What would happen if one day Qingtian knew that he had forced Meili to replace Lan Zetong and deceived her?

Will she be as crazy as him and full of hatred...

Tasriel was distracted and turned to cover Sunny's soft lips.

The sweet breath soothed his irritability, and he greedily penetrated deep, leaning forward with his whole body.

Qing Tian trembled slightly, the wound hurt, and he groaned softly.

Tasril stood up in a hurry. This was not the right time...

He stretched out his hand to wipe off the messy lipstick on Qingtian's lips, but the red color became messier and messier as he applied it, and when paired with her pale and beautiful face, it was full of a sad and broken feeling.

At this moment, she has lost her pride and stubbornness. She will not go against her own will or say those heartbreaking words.

Sweet and fragile...

Tasril lowered his head and caressed her lips again.

"Everything you said is right, but I have become like this. What should I do? Maybe you can experience it and demonstrate how you do it?"

He opened the blanket with his fingers, his crimson eyes filled with black mist.

Doing whatever you want is his way.

He has walked on evil thoughts and selfish desires until now, and there is no turning back.

The heavy kiss made Qingtian frown in pain. She struggled and ran in the monster-like maze, unable to find the exit of the light.

"Your Highness!"

"Lan Zetong!"

In a trance, a familiar voice sounded in the maze, dispelling the fear and oppression of the maze, and the sunny day gradually calmed down.