Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

However, there are pursuers.

These dead men are all lifeless killing machines.

Jun Chenbi grabbed the reins, held Qin Ge in his arms from behind, and rode the horse in the dense forest.

About a quarter of an hour later, Qin Ge found that the tyrant was injured.

Jun Chenbi didn't know when the arrow was shot in the back, piercing the chest from the butterfly bone, and blood flowed out.

If Qin Ge hadn't found out by himself, this man would probably have remained silent until his death.

He touched blood on his hand and said in shock, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Most of Jun Chenbi's body weight was on Qin Ge's body, her voice was low and weak, "...I'm fine."

"..."

What is this man trying to do?

A trace of unspeakable anger flashed across Qin Ge's heart.

However, he also knew that if this continued, Jun Chenbi's body would definitely not be able to support it.

Temporarily throwing off the group of dead soldiers, Qin Ge lashed the horse with a whip, and the horse continued to run forward in pain. The assassin caught up, and he helped Jun Chenbi to the foot of a lush hillside, allowing him to Lean against a tree.

The arrow is a specially made inverted triangle, if you want to pull it out after stabbing the body, you will definitely bring out a large piece of flesh and blood.

Qin Ge was startled to realize that the arrow tip was blue in color with a deep cold light, obviously poisoned, and even the blood that flowed from the edge of Jun Chenbi's wound was not bright red, but thick black.

No wonder the tyrant couldn't hold on.

Qin Ge knelt down on one knee beside Jun Chenbi, supported his shoulder with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, the arrow is poisonous, and the body of the arrow cannot stay in your body for a long time. Next, I will start pulling out the arrow for you."

After a pause, he said again: "...If Your Majesty is in pain, just bite my hand."

With that said, Qin Ge stretched out his left hand.

Jun Chenbi was poisoned, his lips were black, and he was in a trance for a long time. Hearing Qin Ge's words, he held that hand, "No, draw the arrow."

Qin Ge lifted the hem of his robe, and drew out the dagger pinned to the side of the black boots. There was no strong alcohol or fire to sterilize, so he had no choice but to smash all the feathered arrows out of Jun Chenbi's body, and cut off the arrow with the dagger. Then pull out the broken arrow from Jun Chenbi's back——

When pulling out the arrow, the other hand in Jun Chenbi's sleeve suddenly clenched into a fist, the slender knuckles were bluish white, enduring the pain.

From the beginning to the end, he never cried out in pain, only grunted.

Qin Ge didn't even feel how much strength Jun Chenbi was holding his hand.

Is this the patience of the emperor?

He sighed, then took out the antidote pills on his body, crushed one and sprinkled it on Jun Chenbi's wound, and handed one to his lips: "Your Majesty, this is Baihua Pill, which can cure hundreds of poisons."

Jun Chenbi opened his mouth and swallowed.

Qin Ge's brows relaxed slightly, and in the next second, his ears twitched slightly, and he heard the sound of assassins going back and forth. It should be the dead soldiers chasing the horse's footprints, and then realized that they had been cheated, and turned back immediately. It is also speculated that they do not have horses to travel, and if someone is injured, they will not be able to walk very far, and they will definitely conduct a carpet search here.

Qin Ge put on Jun Chenbi's light golden cloak, and pushed the lush grass towards him to cover his figure.

He was about to get up when Jun Chenbi, who had only a sliver of consciousness left, grabbed his arm: "...what are you going to do?"

"I'm here to distract the pursuers for His Majesty."

"...I won't allow it." Jun Chenbi firmly grasped his hand: "I won't allow it, did you hear that?"

"..."

Oh, Qin Ge won't listen to him.

He still has to run.

Qin Ge pushed the tyrant's fingers away one by one, and said to him softly, as if leaving a last word: "Your Majesty, use my life in exchange for you to be a wise king in the future, okay?"