The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

The door was pushed open with a squeak, and Ming Yang, who had his eyes closed, raised his heart in an instant, and opened his eyes reflexively, seeing an old man holding a food box, he was slightly relieved.

The old man put the dishes on the table in front of the bed in silence, no expression could be seen on his wrinkled face, but Ming Yang felt that the way this man looked at him was a bit strange, although the old man was old, his eyes were very clear.

Ming Yang thought that the old man had no bad intentions, so he nodded in response, and got out of bed to prepare to eat, but his movements dragged the iron chain and made a rattling sound, which was a bit in the way.

The food was actually quite hearty. Ming Yang sat in front of the table. On the table were neatly placed sweet and sour pork tenderloin and braised chicken nuggets. There was also a plate of blanched and salted vegetables. The rice in the bowl was also top-quality rice. Cleanly exuding fragrant hot air.

This is probably the same as the often-talked-off meal, Ming Yang smiled wryly in his heart, picked up the chopsticks, his stomach was already convulsed with hunger, but he didn't dare to put down the chopsticks.

"Cough, cough, cough" The old man on the side covered his mouth and coughed softly, his voice was hoarse like a broken wind.

This voice was really harsh, and Ming Yang felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it, but when he looked up, he found that the old man looked at him very strangely.

"That's not true." Ming Yang smiled, picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a piece of tenderloin and put it in his mouth, but he didn't put it in his mouth in a hurry, his eyes peeked at the old man's reaction. Hiding his own hand, the wide sleeves covered the old man's hand, could it be that this man has something in his hand?

The old man was only one step away from him, Ming Yang secretly tugged the iron chain in his hand, and looked back at the iron chain being stretched straight, obviously he couldn't get past the old man's position, so he moved his chopsticks and started to eat.

Ming Yang buried his head in the meal, but he couldn't ignore the eyes of others staring at him. After finally finishing his meal, the old man was too late to come to clean up the dishes.

"Old man, I'm done eating, thank you for helping me clean up." Ming Yang took a sip of tea, looked at the old man with a smile, and just stared at him.Sure enough, the old man was a little uneasy, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to clean up the leftovers in front of him.

The old man in front of him was always careful not to show his hands, his wide sleeves almost fell into the bowl.If Ming Yang unintentionally swept towards the old man's neck, he found that the skin on this spot was obviously not what an old man should have.

The old man seemed to have noticed Ming Yang's eyes staring at his neck, he quickly retracted his neck, and speeded up his tidying up in a panic.

The old man was about to leave with the food box, Ming Yang grabbed the old man's hand, rolled up his sleeves, and saw that the hand was white and delicate, it didn't look like a servant's hand at all.

"Who are you?" Ming Yang sternly grabbed the old man's hand with all his strength, and found that the old man's whole body began to tremble.

The food box fell to the ground with a thud, and Ming Yang tried his best to turn the old man's head around, only to find that the old man's eyes were red, and he kept avoiding his eyes, his lips were trembling and he couldn't say a word.

This must be someone he knew, Ming Yang was convinced of this idea in his heart, and in a panic, he pinched the old man's chin and tried to find clues on the old man's face.Ming Yang didn't have much strength, but he knew how to make the opponent hard to move. Relying on the skills Mu Beimo gave him, Ming Yang finally found a raised corner on the side of the old man's face.

"Woooooo!" The old man was crying with tears all over his face, but he couldn't say a word, he just sobbed.

Ming Yang's heart became cruel, and he pulled up the corner, and Ming Yang tore off the whole fake face from the old man's face.

The iron chain rattled following Ming Yang's movements, and the old man collapsed and closed his eyes. Ming Yang saw the face in front of him clearly, but felt as if his heart had been stabbed countless times.

"Father, father?" Ming Yang didn't know whether he should cry or laugh, tears fell down silently.In front of him was the big face that he had seen since he was a child, but it was so unfamiliar, Ming Yang felt that he was about to suffocate, and the strength in his hand gradually weakened, and finally fell powerlessly to his side.

"Father! Father? Are you really my father?" Ming Yang felt like his heart was being torn apart. Ming Yin in front of him kept turning his face away from Ming Yang's eyes. Trembling, took advantage of the moment Ming Yang let go of his strength, he hurriedly escaped and stood up, as if he didn't want to recognize Ming Yang, he waved his hands a little helplessly, wanted to make a sound but was powerless, his throat could only whimper sound.

"Don't go! Father!" Ming Yin stepped back step by step, Ming Yang was anxious, and wanted to take a step forward to hold him, but his hands and feet were restrained by the iron chain and could not move forward.

Ming Yin waved his hands helplessly, his face was covered with tears, he also wanted to go up and hug his child, but he was powerless, he just backed away helplessly, whimpering in disgust like a knife piercing his heart.

"Speak up! Why don't you speak? Don't leave! Father!" Ming Yang anxiously tugged on the rattling iron chain, blood was drawn on his thin white wrist, but he couldn't break free.

He can no longer just watch his father leave him again, don't leave!Father, don't leave!Ming Yang collapsed and squatted on the ground crying bitterly, his six-month-old stomach was aching in front of him, but he couldn't care less about it, now he only thought about his father not leaving him.

"What a father-son relationship!" The door was pushed open, and Long Ze's teasing voice sounded, Ming Yang immediately stopped crying, raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and just looked at him coldly.

"Longze! What did you do to my father? What's your purpose?" Ming Yang growled while staring at the seemingly harmless face, with cruelty in his eyes, and the pain in his chest Like a thousand arrows piercing through the heart, the hand clenched by the side trembled slightly.

"I've done a lot of things to him, may I ask which aspect are you asking?" Long Ze sneered, with a ferocious expression on his face, he waved his hand lightly, and two people came out behind him sobbing The trembling Ming Yin restrained him.

"Longze! Let go of my father, what's coming at me!" Ming Yang saw his father being suppressed by two people facing each other, his red eyes seemed to bleed at this moment, struggling He wanted to go forward but was restrained by the iron chain, and the friction between the iron and the ground made a harsh sound.

"Aiming at you? Do you mean you don't want the baby in your stomach?"

"What do you want to do?" Long Ze approached step by step, with a ferocious smile on his face, Ming Yang asked with some panic in his heart, subconsciously protected his stomach, and stepped back step by step.

Ming Yang forced himself to calm down, but his foot hit a hard object. He didn't need to look to know that he was at the bedside and had no way out. He glanced at Ming Yin who was crying and struggling, and his chest hurt again uncontrollably.

"By the way, I advise you not to think about someone coming to rescue you. After all, Mu Beimo is still struggling to deal with Nie Shenhai who rebelled. At this point in time, your Lord Nie Xiang has probably brought soldiers to fight against you. Into the palace!"

When he came back to his senses, Long Ze conjured up a knife out of nowhere, and he was holding it in his hand and looking at it carefully.

Could it be that he and his children really died here?The knife circulated in Longze's hand and then slowly approached him, and finally stopped in front of his stomach. The tip of the knife lightly scratched the back of his hand. Ming Yang's heart trembled with the cold temperature of the knife tip, and his whole body shivered A layer of goose bumps appeared, as if the knife had pierced his stomach through his hands and clothes.

"Hehe, didn't he say he was coming for you? Now I know I'm afraid?" Long Ze noticed that Ming Yang's body was trembling slightly, and then sneered.

Ming Yang swallowed uneasily, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, seeing Long Ze's ferocious expression, he had the illusion that the knife would stab into his stomach in the next second.

"Tell me, will this knife stab the child?" Long Ze took the knife and stroked Ming Yang's delicate hand in front of his stomach, leaving red marks on his skin immediately. There were even two drops of blood dripping from the red mark.

Ming Yang endured the stinging pain in his hands, he can't move around now, his hands and feet are bound, and his father is being threatened beside him, if Long Ze really wants to kill him, he has no way of parrying strength, so now he can only endure.But Long Ze looked at the blood on his hands, licked his lips with the tip of his red tongue, and there was strange excitement in his eyes, like a pervert.

"Longze, don't hurt my child, he, he is innocent!" Ming Yang didn't dare to provoke Long Ze, who was in a strange state, and could only beg for mercy after thinking for a moment. There was a glimmer of hope.

"Innocent?" Long Ze seemed a little shocked when he heard Ming Yang's words, then withdrew the knife, raised his chin and laughed wildly, with a hint of cruelty in his reddish eyes, and then grabbed Ming Yang's slender neck with all his strength.

"Do you know how my parents died? How dare you mention the word innocent to me?"

Ming Yang's neck was strangled, and he gradually couldn't breathe. He didn't know why Long Ze suddenly lost control, but his current appearance was really scary.What kind of stimulation did Long Ze receive to actually hate him and his father so much?

"Did you know? When my mother died, she was pregnant with a child, and she was about to give birth, but you people cut her belly alive! It was gone before my eyes! I should have had one too Lovely sister! As a result, my family is ruined! I have worked hard for so long to sit on the position of king of the Western Regions, and today I can finally let you all taste what it means to be ruined! Hahaha!"

After Long Ze finished speaking, he laughed to himself, some crazy laughter reverberated in the room, he pinched Ming Yang with increasing strength, his eyes were red, staring at him as if he wanted to swallow him alive eat up.

The strength on the neck is getting stronger and stronger, Ming Yang can't feel the pain anymore, he just feels that he can't breathe, his eyes are sore, his head is buzzing, big tears come out, his vision is gradually blurred, Ming Yang He forgot to struggle, suddenly relaxed his mind, looked at Ming Yin who was anxiously struggling behind Long Ze, and frowned.

Father, it's Yang'er who is useless. You didn't take on the big responsibility earlier, which caused you to suffer.

Son, I'm sorry, my father failed to give birth to you, so that you can see the outside world.

……

Ming Yang gradually lost consciousness, the hand protecting his stomach gradually dropped to his side, his body gradually softened, and the ringing iron chain stopped moving, but Long Ze, who had entered a state of madness, hadn't let go yet.

Ming Yin, who was suppressed by the two people, saw Ming Yang's hanging hands, and was stunned for two seconds. His strength suddenly increased, and he struggled hard, but it was useless. He wanted to call Yang'er, but he could only make a babbling sound. Tears slid down his cheeks, and the next second there was a scream.

"Ah! Who!" Long Ze's wrist hurt, and he released his hand reflexively with a cry of pain, only to see Mu Beimo, who was in black clothes in front of him, falling down and catching Ming Yang before he fell to the ground .

"Yang'er! Yang'er!" Mu Beimo's eyes were red, and he reached out to touch the neck of the person in his arms, and with a faint breath, he took out the Huiqi pill in his arms and fed it to his mouth with trembling hands, bowed his head and crossed past.Mu Beimo held the red-stained hand, feeling a sudden pain in his heart, and hurriedly used some internal energy to go there.

Mu Beimo's knuckle-boned hands grabbed the iron chain, only to hear "touch!", the iron chain in his hand was shaken into powder by internal force, and when he looked up, he saw Long Ze looking at him in disbelief.

"Aren't you poisoned? Why do you still have such a strong internal force?" The cold and terrifying eyes made Long Ze's heart tremble, and he wanted to take a step back but found that he couldn't move.

"My lord, it's been cleaned up!" Ying Yi flashed in from the door and dealt with the person who was holding Ming Yin by the way. He was shocked for a moment when he saw his face, but he quickly recovered his composure and walked towards Ming Yin. With a salute, he signaled to the shadow guard who came behind him to take care of him, and turned to report to Mu Beimo.

Mu Beimo nodded, lowered his head and kissed Ming Yang's forehead, and carefully handed the person in his arms who had regained his breath to Ying Yi.

"You take the emperor and the late emperor back to the palace first, and take Doctor Lin and Ziling into the palace."

"Yes!" Ying nodded, leaving a few shadow guards behind and turned to leave.

"Haha! Hahaha! Mu Beimo, I really underestimated you!" Long Ze laughed loudly, staring at Mu Beimo's expressionless face, the expression in his eyes gradually turned into resentment.

"What did you do to Yang'er just now?" Mu Beimo didn't answer Long Ze's words, but just looked at Long Ze and asked every word. He was dressed in black clothes and had flowing black hair. He looked like a bloodthirsty Shura from the underworld. Exuding a powerful aura, Long Ze was shaken away with a twist of the internal force in his hand, and his body hit the door with a loud sound.

"Ahem, what else can I do? If you don't come, I would have dissected him, just like Ming Yin dissected my mother back then!" Long Ze got up tremblingly, stretched out his hand and wiped his stomach. With the blood on the corner of his mouth, he said jokingly.

"You don't know how to live and die! If you touch my person, you will die!" Mu Beimo was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He stared at the man in front of him with red eyes and exerted his internal strength. In the next second, Long Ze It was in his own hands.

Long Ze was lifted up by Mu Beimo's neck, and Mu Beimo almost lost his mind.Seeing Ming Yang being tortured like this, Mu Beimo didn't know how much effort he had to endure the urge to smash people into pieces with one palm, but Long Ze didn't know how to live or die, so don't blame him for being ruthless!

The strength in his hands gradually increased, and Mu Beimo exuded murderous aura all over his body. The shadow guards guarding the door were injured by this wave of internal force, and they all spit out a mouthful of blood.

The person in his hand was about to die immediately, but a figure came down from the roof and snatched him away from under his hands. Mu Beimo slapped him, but the person easily dodged.

"Senior brother! This person deserves to die, why save him?" Seeing that it was Shen Yu who came, Mu Beimo couldn't help snorting coldly and stopped.

"Junior brother, it's been a long time. This person is not yet ready to die." Shen Yu smiled, took out a medicine and stuffed it into Longze's mouth, "This person can be regarded as a poor person, the master specially asked me to rescue him." He, and he has a lover waiting for him to go back."

"This man hurt my king's Yang'er. Even if I don't kill him, I still want him to look good." Since it was his master who hadn't been in contact with him for many years and said he couldn't be killed, he would be spared. Mu Beimo glanced at him lightly. Long Ze in Shen Yu's arms, his red eyes gradually faded, he shook his sleeves and turned to leave.

Shen Yu smiled and shook his head, he casually carried the person on his shoulder and followed Mu Beimo's footsteps.

[The author has something to say: no one is watching, cry Qingqing]