Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Liuying, who was hiding in the darkness, rushed into the house at the speed of wind, trying to grab his own prince.

But, it was still a step too late.

Wangyou frowned: "How come the prince entered with his whole body? Miss, don't say anything, can only souls enter this formation? Could it be that the prince is not a human?"

Liuying's eyes flashed, and he slapped Wangyou: "What did you say!"

Qingzhou rushed forward to receive Liuying's palm and blamed him: "Liuying, what are you doing? Wangyou just said something nonsense, why did you hit him?"

Wangyou was protected by Qingzhou behind him. He put his hands on Qingzhou's back and pouted: "My lady did say that. The prince's killer is so great that he will take action at any time. If you kill me, I will see how my lady will deal with you."

Liuying narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and then showed no intention of disappearing into the darkness.

He walked to Mo Shi's side, and under the gaze of everyone, he slowly sat down beside Mo Shi, stretched out his hand to hold Mo Shi's wrist, and when he found that he was only seriously injured and not in danger of life, the cold and murderous intent on his face slightly relaxed.

Then he straightened up and put Mo Shi's head on his shoulder so that she could feel more comfortable.

Seeing her pale face like a dead person, he inexplicably wanted to hug her, after all, she was still a child.

Everyone looked at Liuying, who was ferocious and murderous a second ago, and voluntarily became Mo Shi's pillow the next second, and they couldn't help but look at him silently.

Wangyou wanted to say something, but Qingzhou covered his mouth.

He shook his head at Wangyou, then let her go, took her hand and sat down on the corner of the bed.

After all, on the bed, Xiao Yi was lying inside, and the master of the Medical Immortal Valley with a broken arm was lying outside, so only one corner was left for people to sit on.

Qingzhou looked at Liuying and Moshi, and imitated Liuying, straightening his body, reaching out and pressing Wangyou's head on his shoulder, wanting Wangyou to lean on him for a while.

However, Wangyou raised her hand and patted Qingzhou's hand that was pressing on her head, rolled her eyes, leaned her head against the bedpost next to her, stared at the ink bamboo painting on the wall, and didn't really want to pay attention to the people in the room.

Qingzhou shrugged helplessly, and then stared at the painting without blinking, hoping to find his own prince in the painting.

The small house was packed with a few people.

Qingzhou could see that Wangyou was in a very bad mood at the moment.

Maybe because he was too worried, he even clenched his hands into fists.

He comforted her: "Miss Yang San is so powerful, nothing will happen to her."

Wangyou said softly, "Your Majesty is very wise, nothing will happen to him."

Qingzhou: "What happened before we came? Why did the Master of Medical Immortal Valley lose an arm?"

Forget your worries: “It’s hard to describe in one word.”

Qingzhou: "It's okay, just talk slowly, I'm listening."

Wangyou: "I don't want to talk now, okay?"

Qingzhou was silent for a moment: "Okay."

He felt that Wangyou was too nervous, so he wanted to talk to her to relieve her tension.

The house was silent!

Everyone was speechless!

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Jun Yichen was sucked into the tiger formation, and the scene before him was Yang Susu holding a sword, fighting two extremely ferocious tigers in a somewhat awkward manner.