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When Bei carried him away from the chair, it still drew a vague moan that was almost miserable.

Luo Wei was taken aback for a moment, and looked carefully at the chair, only to realize the viciousness of the chair. He didn't dare to continue to use brute force, but took out a sharp dagger from his pocket.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he carefully cut off the thorns attached to the back of the chair from the root, and did the same with the thorns on the surface of the chair. After cutting them all off, he picked Bao Rong up from the chair again.

What is strange is that he did not walk out of the main entrance with Bao Rong, but walked to the wall opposite to the main entrance, then stretched out his hand to the left and right two-thirds of the place and buckled it three times, and then heard a bang, The wall receded to both sides, and a hidden door was displayed in front of the eyes instead.

As long as you enter this secret door, and then pass through a tunnel, you can reach Fei Leng Palace.

Xiao Yan has been fidgeting in the bedroom, looking out from time to time, but the person who should be looking forward to is not there, but Shi Luoying, who has been living in Jian'an City for a while, is looking forward to, and behind Shi Luoying, there is still Followed by another refined and elegant person──this person is none other than Xiao Baorong's elder brother──Xiao Yujue.

"What's the matter, what happened, why did Bao Rong stab you?"

Shi Luoying was afraid that he would stay outside for a long time and catch the wind and cold, so she quickly pushed him in. After returning to the inner hall and sitting down, Xiao Yujue asked anxiously, "How is Rong'er now?"

Xiao Yan's eyes were filled with guilt, and he said: "I have already sent people to rob the prison, and they should be there soon."

He was right, after a while, Luo Wei walked in with Bao Rong in his arms, because Bao Rong was covered with Luo Wei's coat, so they couldn't see Bao Rong at this moment look like.

Xiao Yan immediately rushed over in one step, and opened the layer of outer shirt. When he saw Bao Rong's swollen and red face, the hand holding the corner of the clothes began to tremble continuously. Barely making himself lose his composure in front of the crowd, he burst into tears.

Shi Luoying also came to Bao Rong's body in a blink of an eye, glanced roughly at the wound on his body, and the frightened expression on his face flashed past, he looked around and said anxiously: "Quick, now his breathing is very fast. Weak and needs immediate treatment, but here—"

Xiao Yan immediately came to his senses, "Go to my secret room!"

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly rushed towards a brocade screen behind the bed curtain, and a wall blocked the way behind the screen, and he came to a mahogany carved table on the left with ease A few days ago, on the desk was a vase painted with auspicious clouds and dragons in bright colors. He held it and quickly turned it three times to the left, and then turned it two times to the right. With the sound of heavy boulders moving, the wall in front of them slowly slid away to both sides.

Behind the wall, it was dark at first, but soon, a little candle light lit up in the darkness, gradually illuminating the whole room.

This room is extremely elegantly furnished, it can be said that although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.

In the center of the room is a chic and small pear wood square table. On top of the square table is a clean and tidy tea set. Next to the tea set is an incense burner that is emitting green smoke.

Luo Wei walked to the bed as smoothly as possible, and when he was about to put Baorong on it, Xiao Yan took the lead in sitting on the head of the bed, stretched out his hand and caught his head very lightly, and was about to join hands with Luo Wei to lift him When Baorong lay flat on the bed, Shi Luoying's anxious voice came.

"Don't be in a hurry to put him on the bed!"

"What's the matter?" Xiao Yan asked urgently, and at the same time, a small moan spread tremblingly in the air.

"Rong'er!" He hurriedly lowered his head, watching Bao Rong's closed eyelids squirm a few times, and then slowly squeezed his eyes out a very thin slit. He was not sure that Bao Rong could see him at this moment, but I was happy for no reason, but the next moment, this humble joy was torn apart by the heart-wrenching pain.

His eyes were blurry, Bao Rong could only see a dark yellow object dangling in front of his eyes, his delicate facial features had already been deeply buried by his red, swollen and gradually hardened face, he tried hard to open I opened my lips, but the top of my lips seemed to be covered with paste, and I didn't open them for a long time.

In the end, he just hummed a few times, and then felt some moisture around his eyes, and he actually cried.

Although he couldn't see it with his eyes, the familiar calls clearly came from Xiao Yan's mouth.Could it be that he has already escaped from that devil's lair and is being embraced by him?

Um!probably!Only his body can exude this unique and intoxicating atmosphere, so warm and solid that people want to rely on it.

"Just now I roughly checked his wounds. On the surface, although I can only see the whip wounds on his chest, there are many sharp thorns on his back."

"Tell me—" Before Xiao Yan finished speaking, he bent down and looked at Bao Rong's bare back. With just one glance, his face changed from pale to gray, needless to say the violence and anger in his eyes.

The originally smooth and fair back was slightly swollen at this time, and there was a thin layer of light black water mist like a miasma floating on the surface of the skin. Under the water mist, there were many needle-like spots. smaller.

For a few seconds, a mist floated in Xiao Yan's eyes, but the mist dissipated quickly.

"Understood!" he said in a deep voice.

After finishing speaking, he took off the clothes on his upper body as quickly as possible, regardless of his dignity as an emperor and the surprised eyes of others.

"You, you are-" Before Shi Luoying could finish her question, she saw Xiao Yan helped Bao Rong to turn sideways, let his head rest on his chest, and put it in such a posture that it might not be possible Touching the wound on his chest can also expose his entire back, facing Shi Luoying, which is also convenient for him to deal with the wound later.

"Doing this can minimize the friction on his wound." Xiao Yan didn't dare to move his body indiscriminately, because he had already seen that Bao Rong's brows were tightly tangled together, and he raised his eyes to look at Shi Luo I saw that he had put the medicine box he carried with him on a chair brought by Xiao Yujue, then opened the lid of the box, and took out a flat cloth bag from it. After unfolding, the silver needles glowing with cold light It is exposed in front of everyone.

Xiao Yan's heart couldn't help it!After a while, his right hand subconsciously covered Baorong's eyes. He knew that Baorong was usually afraid of sharp objects like silver needles. If he saw the rows of silver needles now, he would have been scared a long time ago. Got into his arms.

Shi Luoying took out a medium-thin silver needle from the cloth bag, walked to the table, smoked it back and forth on the candle flame twice, then folded it back, and said to Xiao Yan with a stern look: "Hold him tightly, try your best to Don't let him move around, these thorns pierce deeply, I will pick them out one by one, if he can't stand the pain, and struggles a lot, these thorns will pierce deeper, and then he will be dead It's getting tricky."

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After Xiao Yan nodded her head, Shi Luoying began to pick out the thorns buried deep in the flesh one by one from her shoulders. Although Bao Rong was in a coma, when the silver needles with scorching temperature pierced the fragile At that moment, he still felt the pain and trembled all over his body. Xiao Yan was anxious and didn't know what to say to distract him, so he just hugged his shoulders subconsciously.

The flesh was picked apart little by little by the silver needles. When the thorns were slowly pulled out, the barb at the end was still covered with a trace of tender and fresh meat. Xiao Yujue hurriedly took a tray and stood beside Shi Luoying , so that he can put the thorns he picked out into it.

In the blink of an eye, the time for a stick of incense had passed, but only one-third of the thorns had been removed from her body. Shi Luoying wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves, and continued to concentrate on diagnosis and treatment.

At this moment, Baorong's thin back was already covered with cold sweat, and the cold sweat slowly seeped in along the tiny wound, and the pain was constantly superimposed, like a bone being cut, and he opened his eyes suddenly from the pain, but he was confused. Sight and trance-like thoughts can't comprehend the surrounding situation at all.

"Hmm..." As if he couldn't take it any longer, Bao Rong began to twist his body slightly. Such a movement made Shi Luoying feel troubled. He stopped and looked at Xiao Yan for help, but saw Xiao Yan Yan said in a distressed low voice: "Rong'er, if you bear with it, it will be fine soon, and the pain will be gone soon, bear with it."

"Hmm... um..." Bao Rong kept moaning, and beads of sweat kept streaming down his forehead.

"What should I do?" Xiao Yan looked at Shi Luoying with the same helpless eyes.

Glancing at the countless small wounds on the body, and then at the blood-stained thorns in the tray, he sighed, and said ruthlessly, "The longer this thorn stays in the body, the more life he will have. It's dangerous, you can't delay, even if it hurts, there's nothing you can do about it, you can only hold him tighter, don't struggle too hard."

"Yan..."

Immediately, the whole room became quiet, only the hoarse and humble word gradually became smaller in the air.

Xiao Yan was stunned for a long time, and he didn't react until the powerless word sounded again. He looked down at the pale cheeks filled with pain, and the expression on his face didn't know whether it was excitement or sadness.

"Rong'er, you're awake!"

Baorong rubbed his head against his chest, and didn't speak for a long time, but just looked at him steadfastly, like a lover reunited after a long absence, wishing to look deeply at that person's appearance into his heart, He wanted to stretch out his hand, but he couldn't raise his arm half an inch before he closed his eyes again in pain,