Phoenix Couch Luan [CP Ended]

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Xiao Mingxuan looked at Xiao Huangsao with complicated emotions, and said in a low voice, "You didn't have to follow me to take this risk."

"That won't work." Xia Yunze raised the corners of his eyes and stared at him arrogantly: "You are mine, I have to be a flower protector."

Misfortune came out of his mouth, and the man-eating flower of his family lowered its head and swallowed his breath again.

Chapter 83

My mouth is numb.

Someone let out a soft hum, which was quickly stopped again.

Tongue is also numb.

The drawn-out nasal voice was half coquettish, half pleading, as if she was about to cry the next moment.

The whole person is numb.

The corners of the eyes were flushed, and the eyelashes were wet with physiological tears, and there was a faint glint of water between the trembling, which was very cute.

Xia Yunze arched his head into his shoulder socket, with a sad expression on his face, he cried and said, "Am I poisoned?"

He had obviously taken detoxification pills, but the environment he was in made him dare not be too optimistic.

Straight men are afraid of death, and they don't seem to have the courage to go anywhere when they bend over.

Now it's a bit like the symptoms he experienced after he went to Yunnan to eat wild mushrooms before crossing. He was dizzy and weak, his body was soft, and the stars were shining in front of him, and there were villains flying around.

If there is a villain, it must be the one with a bare buttocks and a small bow and arrows.

In the midst of deep affection, someone would spoil the scenery so much, Xiao Mingxuan sighed, relaxed his body and lay on his body, ignoring the protests of Xiaohuang's wife, tilted his head, and said, "Let's take a short break while no one is disturbing you." Make another plan."

He has experienced life-and-death struggles in the past few days, and his spirit and body have not let up for a moment. He has already struggled to the limit. Now he finally found a relatively safe place, hugged his sweetheart, and the tight strings suddenly loosened. The exhaustion that was deliberately ignored finally swept over like a mountain.

Xia Yunze wiped off the stains on his face, adjusted a comfortable posture, patted his back, and said softly like a child: "Sleep, baby, I'll watch over you."

Xiao Mingxuan raised his head and stared at him, like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out, wanting to bite him but unable to do so, so he rested his head on his body, closed his eyes, and let out a gentle breathing sound after a while.

Xia Yunze was also tired, but he didn't feel sleepy. He pulled the cloak over Xiao Mingxuan's body, propped his elbows to count his remaining belongings.

The bow is still there, and the quiver is full. After entering the mountain, hunting wild food is basically nothing for him. Even the work of skinning and roasting meat is done by the dark guards. As soon as he enters the black cloud swamp, he starts to fight in groups, and he uses the most. Palm crossbow and "Duanyang".

The poison has bottomed out, and there are only a dozen or so silver needles left. It is estimated that it will be difficult to survive the next wave of enemy attacks.

There is still more than half a bottle of "Long Drunk". In this dangerous place, coma is not much different from death, or even worse.

The rest is the secret medicine of the rivers and lakes collected from his seventh brother, Ruanjinsan seven steps to pour ecstasy incense and so on.

Xiao Fang is dead, and if Xiao Yu didn't kill them after paying such a high price, there must be another way.

What role does Xiao Zhen play in it?

It stands to reason that he has no wife and no children, so even if he wants to learn from his father, he should try his best to keep the prince, but what he has done is undoubtedly to put the prince in a pit of death.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Either he feels that being the emperor's father is not as good as being the emperor himself, or he has been keeping a low profile and planning to play with the queen. If it fails, it is a lie, and it is a lie to not have a son.

Xia Yunze curled his lips, and put himself in the shoes of himself, if unfortunately he didn't lift it, he would definitely be smothered to death and couldn't recognize it!

Don’t you see how many people in later generations are short-lived, fast-dead, and have no selves, and they bite their wives for infertility? It’s about the dignity of a man. It couldn't be easier to keep the imperial physician silent, but how could he allow rumors to spread everywhere and become a secret known throughout the country?

Xiao Yu could abandon his eldest son for the sake of the throne, so what is Xiao Zhen giving up some dignity?How did the members of the Xiao family ever care about face?

Xia Yunze realized that a map pào had swept in his family's strong man and Jiaohua, he couldn't help but chuckled, and touched Xiao Mingxuan's face as if apologizing, only to find that his brother-in-law had a fever!

Xia Yunze was frightened and frightened, touched it again, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Once the main force of the battle is defeated, what else do they have to survive?

He searched his whole body, fed Xiao Mingxuan all the heat-clearing and detoxifying pills that Caiwei had prepared for him, and then unwrapped the bandage to check the wound on his arm. His eyes were hot, and his chest throbbed with pain.

The flesh of the wound was turned outwards, showing a strange purple color, the whole arm was swollen, the body temperature was high, the tendons were ferocious, and the wound also flowed out black-red blood with a foul smell.

Ordinary hemostatic drugs have little effect, Xia Yunze had no choice but to try a simple method, untied the hair tie to tie the upper end of his arm, and then rubbed it from far to near to squeeze out the blood soaked in poison as much as possible.

He had to loosen the hairband from time to time to prevent limb necrosis. Xiao Mingxuan opened his eyes, swallowed the medicine in his mouth with his water bag, and then fell into a coma again, letting him do whatever he wanted.

The clothes on Xia Yunze's back were wet and dry, his head was sweating profusely, and he worked hard, finally squeezed out bright red blood, his arms were no longer swollen like baked bread, and his body temperature gradually returned to normal.