Villain Emperor Survival Strategy

The maid wiped the hot sweat from the foreheads of the two imperial physicians. The imperial physicians often perform this kind of bone-into-the-bone surgery, so they are very experienced, but they still have a headache like this kind of arrow wound that hurts the heart.They wouldn't have dared to bite the bullet if His Majesty hadn't gone crazy and asked them to rescue him desperately.

About two hours later.

The smell of blood filled the camp,

The bed was already covered with Duguli's blood.

The maids waited for blood with basins one by one.

Whoever saw such a bloody scene would turn pale.

Li Qingyun was dizzy looking at it. He was not scared, but immersed in excessive sadness and panic. Every minute and every second was like a century, so long and unbearable.He was afraid that A Li would die because of this, and he was afraid that A Li would leave him because of this.

Looking at such a scene, Li Qingyun only felt his heart throbbing along with Duguli.

The arrow pierced the heart and was even poisonous, so the possibility of surviving was extremely slim.Even if he survived, he might suffer from heart disease.

There was mist in front of his eyes, he looked vaguely at Duguli's approaching pale and transparent face, the feelings suppressed by him were like seawater bursting and flooding his whole body, his aching heart, his unstoppable tears, Every nerve in him told him how much he loved Duguli.

These loves never dissipated, and were backlogged in the bottom of my heart by reason, until now, all of them broke out in one go.

The bloody operation lasted for three hours before it ended.

The two imperial physicians were finishing the work, mending and disinfecting the wound. The bleeding stopped and the heart was stitched up, but the toxin still permeated the whole body.

Doctor Zhao and Doctor Lin knelt down on the bloody ground as if they were dead, and knocked their heads heavily on the ground: "Your Majesty, I have tried my best. If there is only an arrow wound, life and death may be fate, but the arrow quenched the blood." Poison obviously does not kill people, there is no cure for the poison, and Mr. Dugu has old wounds, this humble minister... wishes to die."

They sighed deeply, the doctors are benevolent, and they also want to save every patient, but life and death are inevitable, and there is nothing they can do.If His Majesty loses a loved one, he will have to be stabbed. They can only take the initiative to ask for orders, but beg His Majesty not to implicate their family.

Li Qingyun's whole body was icy cold, his pupils froze in an instant, and tears pooled in his eyes, as if they were frozen.

At this time, a soldier knelt outside the tent anxiously and said: "Your Majesty! There is a white-haired old man outside the barracks, who claims to be able to save Young Master Dugu's life, can you..."

"Don't let him in?!"

Li Qingyun felt that the blood was circulating normally again, his bloodshot phoenix eyes suddenly lit up with hope, and he stared closely at the outside of the tent.

Soon, the soldiers rushed over with the white-haired old man.

Li Qingyun stood up straight.

The white-haired old man frowned at the smell of blood in the tent.He first looked straight at Li Qingyun with complicated meanings in his eyes.He walked to Duguli's bedside, looked at Duguli's dying appearance, and slightly pulled his lips.

"You said, you can save him. How? What kind of medicine do you want?" Li Qingyun asked tightly.

The white-haired old man touched his beard: "It is rumored that the heart of the saint son of the beauty race can make people live forever. Are you willing to take out your heart and give it to him?"

He looked at Li Qingyun with a half-smile.

Li Qingyun looked at him fixedly: "Is what you said true?"

"Yes." The white-haired old man said.

Li Qingyun got up, picked up a dagger beside him, and stabbed at his heart.

In the nick of time.

The white-haired old man knocked off the dagger that was about to pierce his heart with his hand.

Li Qingyun looked at the dagger that fell on the ground, and looked at the old man in a daze.

He laughed strangely twice, his cloudy eyes were a little red: "I'm lying to you. Your heart is of no use to this kind of dying person. You dig out your heart at this time, just to accompany him to die."

"Then what can be done? Tell me, is there any way to save him, is it thousand-year-old ginseng, or Tianshan snow lotus? Or some kind of magic medicine?"

Li Qingyun asked closely, he has no other way, as long as this person can save Ah Li, he can promise this person anything.

The white-haired old man took out a white jade porcelain bottle and handed it to Li Qingyun.

"This is the Jiuzhuan Resurrection Pill. There are 12 pills in total. Each pill can save his life for two days. He needs to take it continuously to continue his life."

The white-haired old man squinted his eyes and said: "The only one who can really save him, looking at Kyushu, is the thousand-year-old holy Gu personally fed by the purple holy Gu king in Miaojiang. "

"The Purple Sage Gu King in Miaojiang died a long time ago as recorded in the history books." Li Qingyun held onto the jade bottle tightly.

"Not necessarily, the history books also say that the Purple Sacred Gu King is from the Yuan family, he is not dead, but... I don't know where he is hiding." The white-haired old man smiled and said, "I can only reveal one thing, he is still in Miaojiang. Because that is a strange person who likes to raise Gu. The people of Miaojiang regard him as a god, and he has a eccentric temperament, and there is only a one-in-a-thousand chance of asking for Gu."

"Even if there is only a one-thousandth chance, I must go." Li Qingyun murmured.

The white-haired old man chuckled: "It is very difficult to find this eccentric Gu king in Miao Jiang within 24 days. Even if you find him, he has a perverse temperament, is unpredictable, and likes to torture people the most, so he won't meet you easily." People. Even so, you go?"

"Go." Li Qingyun held the porcelain bottle tightly, and when he had a goal, his phoenix eyes were firm, "I must save him."

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the determination in Li Qingyun's eyes that was exactly the same as Feng Jun's, he smiled stiffly and strangely, and an inexplicable emotion quietly grew.He couldn't tell what he was thinking at this moment.I just feel... If this situation were replaced by him and Feng Jun, Feng Jun would definitely choose to save him without hesitation.

The beauty clan... oh no, it should be called the Phoenix clan.Holy sons are like this, proud and self-respecting but also daring to love and hate. Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, they prefer to walk on the mountains of tigers. The stubbornness deep in their souls is simply impossible to pull back.

The only difference is-

Li Qingyun is alive.

Feng Jun is already dead.

Duguli still has a chance to make up for and keep his beloved, and he can start anew with Li Qingyun, and his love with Li Qingyun can be as sweet as sugar.What's more, they will know each other and grow old together in the future. They will go to death hand in hand and be buried in the mausoleum together.

Although life is short, it is so beautiful that people can't stop envying it.

It made him resentful and jealous again, wanting to destroy all of this.

Because he has nothing.

In addition to the endless life, the endless dark future, and Fengjun's cold corpse... There are also children raised by my side, watching them grow up, marry and have children, and watching them grow old and die... It's just plain boring.

In addition, I have to keep counting the time, disguise my age, pretend to be a middle-aged person, pretend to be an old man, and then plan to die, and find someone who will "retire and die" for myself.

Then continue to change to a new identity, from young to old to death... keep repeating, and go round and round.

He wanted to commit suicide, but he couldn't die after trying countless methods. He cut the skin with the tip of a knife, and fresh skin would regenerate in less than a second.The phoenix heart is in the blood, instantly heals any small wounds, and won't let the owner die.

Until he used the astrolabe to calculate that the Phoenix star came again in the palace of Yong Kingdom, and then used the astrolabe to calculate the location of the Son of God, he became excited. He watched the two children fall to the ground together, and he went to Intervening in the palace of Snow Country, he wants to control Duguli's life.

He wanted to find someone to spend this boring life with him.

Duguli, who told him that he was destined by the Holy Son in the future?

He is having a hard time, so don't let Duguli have a good time.

He wants Duguli to repeat his mistakes.

He wants Duguli to become crazier than him.

He will absolutely never let Duguli die, death is obviously a relief.

If Duguli died, how would his plan be realized?

Very soon, he will be lonely alone to experience the same pain, struggle, madness, loneliness, loneliness, and an inescapable life——

Oh yes, after all, the Son of God is implicated in the fate of Kyushu's land veins.

If the Holy Son died, Kyushu would probably become even more chaotic.

At the beginning, it was also because of Feng Jun's death.

The prosperous and prosperous dynasty of Haiyan and Heqing gradually became torn apart, the flames of war raged, the mountains and rivers were shattered... and now the chaotic times are full of blood and blood.

But he doesn't care, how can the chaos in Kyushu go?

Li Qingyun held the porcelain bottle tightly, looked at the back of the white-haired old man, and always felt that he seemed to have seen him somewhere before, frowning tightly, and asked: "Excuse me... old man, who are you?"

half an hour.

The white-haired old man turned his head and said with a smile: "I am A Li's master, and there is a lord in front of the Xingchen Building—Xu Rong."

Li Qingyun's pupils shrank, his face turned pale, and he looked at the man's back in disbelief.

Xu Rong?

Did he hear it right?

According to historical records, about a thousand years ago, the last emperor of Kyushu's prosperous dynasty was called Xu Rong, and it is rumored that Xu Rong created the Xingchen Building by himself.The person in front of me...

He had no time to worry about this person. As soon as Xu Rong left, Li Qingyun called two imperial physicians, Zhao and Lin, to examine the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill in the jade bottle. After confirming that it was not poisonous and that it was a medicine that could cure diseases and save lives, he immediately fed it to them. To Duguli.

Duguli's face was pale and almost transparent.

Li Qingyun lowered his head, gently, gently kissed his somewhat dry lips, moistening his lips.Then he whispered in his ear, "A Li, I plan to throw Jin Guo to Shen Qi and Xiao Ziyi. We are going to Miaojiang. I will definitely find the Purple Sage Gu King and save you. Wait for you Wake up, I promise you whatever you want."

"Yaohua Palace, the Queen's seat, my body, my heart, and all my love belong to you and only you."

Duguli was in a coma, as if hearing these words, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her bloodless lips parted slightly.

Seeing that he could hear him talking, Li Qingyun said with red eyes, "A Li, I love you."

Duguli unconsciously moved his fingers slightly.

Li Qingyun hooked his curled little finger with his little finger.

……

The Yong-Jin war is still going on.

Li Qingyun had already ordered people to prepare the carriage and soft sedan chair, packed up his things, and set off from the barracks to Miaojiang at the fastest speed.

……

After Xu Rong came back.

Xiao Jun asked eagerly, "How is your lord?"

"Not allowed, not allowed to enter the house." Xu Rong ignored Xiaojun, opened the door of the cabin, and then locked it.

Xiaojun was slightly stunned, and a little frustrated. He squatted down and scratched the ground with a branch in a boring way.

Xu Rong reached out and tore off the aging human skin mask from his neck.

The white hair and aging skin were thrown on the ground casually.

The bones moved slightly, and the body grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is a bone shrinking technique that has been lost for a long time.

Goodbye, I have changed from an old man who is nearly a hundred years old to a young man who looks like he is only in his twenties or thirties.

Xu Rong washed his face and the human skin glue thoroughly, then took a bath, walked to the ice coffin, and looked at the beautiful corpse of the beauty in red lying inside.

He opened the ice coffin, lay down in it carefully, found a place, and lay beside Feng Jun, hugged his cold body, and slowly closed his eyes.

Xiaojun sighed, every time this happens, he will be forgotten for two or three days, so he can only support himself, and go to sleep in the small room next to him.