With One Month Left To Live, I Raised The Young Empress To Be A Sickly Girl

"I don't care who you are, Su Yumo is mine, take your stinky feet away quickly and get out of here."

Just when Su Yumo was already in despair, Chen Mo suddenly let out a loud shout, which made her stunned. She raised her head and stared at the man who had rescued her from the darkness.

Long Hua sneered and said: "Do you know who I am? The eldest son of Prince Ning, one of the eight kings of the Tianlong Dynasty, and the cousin of the current Holy Emperor. The entire Tianlong Dynasty belongs to my Long family. When do I do things? Until you tell me what to do."

While speaking, Long Hua pulled back the big foot that was stepping on Su Yumo, and then kicked out fiercely, hitting the latter hard. Even though he had opened three Spirit Veins, his body strength was different from ordinary people, but She still couldn't bear the terrifying force, her whole body was kicked out, and a mouthful of blood mist sprayed into the air.

Su Yumo's delicate body trembled slightly. Even though she was treated like this, she didn't dare to say a word. She held her head in her hands and prayed to Long Hua not to go too far.

However, how could Long Hua let her go so easily? He took two steps forward, pulled up her long hair with one hand, and raised her disfigured face in front of Chen Mo, "Did you see that this is my prince?" As a slave, she has to do whatever this prince asks her to do. Do you know that her face was destroyed by this prince? When she was disfigured by this prince, not to mention her, even her entire family was disfigured. Don’t dare to say anything…”.

Su Yumo grabbed her long hair in pain, tears blurred her eyes, and the little pearls fell down, with a look of pain on her face, but she didn't dare to resist Long Hua.

She stared at Chen Mo with tearful eyes, wanting him to save her, but she was afraid that it would harm him.

Chen Mo clenched his fists with both hands, his face was gloomy, and the veins on his forearms were bulging; at this moment, Xiao Douding hurried over, holding his thigh with his little hands, crying: "Brother, brother, please save sister, please." , My sister is very scared, that guy is going to take her away, she doesn’t want to leave, she wants to be with us...".

Xiao Douding said in a milky voice, her big eyes gleaming with tears, staring at Chen Mo pitifully.

"Haha, with you? Don't be ridiculous. A lowly slave. What qualifications does she have to have such a big dream? She is my son's slave. If my son wants her to die, she must die. If she wants to be free, ? In the next life?”

Long Hua took the opportunity to pull out the sword from his waist and put it on Su Yumo's neck.

"Zhao Hu, look at Little Douding"

"Third Young Master, please don't act out of anger..."

Zhao Hu saw Chen Mo's thoughts and quickly spoke to remind him. Before he finished speaking, Xiao Dou Ding was thrown in front of him. He had to reach out to catch it. In this very short period of time, Chen Mo had already arrived in front of Long Hua. .

"How dare you disrespect our heir apparent?"

"Do you know who the Crown Prince is? If you dare to touch him, King Ning's 300,000 troops will not let you go, the Zhenwu Division will not let you go, the Tianlong royal family will not let you go, and His Majesty will not let you go. "Exceed you"

"If you dare to touch your Highness, you will be the enemy of the entire Tianlong Dynasty."

…

Chen Mo stared at Long Hua with a gloomy expression and eyes full of murderous intent, "Let her go."

"Diao Min, are you teaching me how to do things?"

Long Hua smiled disdainfully, and instead of letting go of the sword in his hand, he moved forward to cut Su Yumo's neck.

boom

Without any hesitation, Chen Mo held the sword blade with one hand, and then concentrated all his strength to punch Long Hua on the bridge of his nose. With a sudden blow, he was directly knocked away a hundred feet away, and blood spattered everywhere.

The sudden scene immediately shocked everyone present.

The two servants following Long Hua looked in disbelief. They had reminded Chen Mo like that, but he still acted on his own terms. Could it be that he was really not afraid of becoming the enemy of the entire Tianlong Dynasty.

"Young Master..."

Tears wet her eyes. Su Yumo never expected that Chen Mo would beat Prince Ning for her, a slave of Prince Ning's palace. What was the difference between this and sending him to death.

"Zhao Hu, take everyone back and ask Brother Aotian to fish me out."

Chen Mo shouted sharply, and Zhao Hu, who was still confused, suddenly came to his senses, rushed over, pulled Su Yumo up, and then rushed towards the carriage.

At this moment, Zhang Long had brought Liu Wuxin over. Zhao Hu raised his hand and stopped the other party from asking questions, "Quickly, the third young master is in trouble. We need to find someone to save him."

After finishing his words, Zhao Hu put the three women into the carriage and drove away quickly.

At the same time, Chen Mo watched the carriage leave and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. However, the two servants refused to give up and stepped forward to teach Chen Mo a lesson, but they were knocked down by his two punches.

Swish

A figure emerged from the carriage of Prince Ning's Mansion, came to Chen Mo like a ghost, and put one hand on his shoulder.

"If you dare to touch His Royal Highness, you are seeking death."

The person who came was an old man with white hair and beard. He was wearing a servant's uniform and an old servant's hat tilted on his head. His old eyes were staring at Chen Mo like a hawk, but his old and wrinkled hand was looking at Chen Mo. It fell on his shoulder like an iron claw.

A terrifying spiritual power fell, and Chen Mo felt as if his entire shoulder was about to split.

"Xie Feilong, one of the two dragons of Prince Ning's Mansion, Fifth Grade Martial Artist, and the personal bodyguard of Prince Ning's son Long Hua, had traveled around Kyushu in his early years and was known as the Iron-fingered Flying Dragon. Later, because he offended the leader of Zhan Tiemen, he fled to the Tianlong Dynasty. , was rescued by Prince Ning, and in order to repay the kindness of saving your life, you became Long Hua’s personal bodyguard..."

Chen Mo slowly told the old man's origins. The latter was surprised at first, and then said with a gloomy expression: "It seems that you know a lot of things. My origins are not known even to Prince Ning's Mansion." Not many people know…”.

"Oh, the dignified Fifth Grade Martial Artist, if you wanted to stop me just now, you could have taken me down before I made a move, but now you are coming out at this time, is it too late? Or is it all up to you? In the plan... By the way, your Crown Prince is a Ninth Grade Martial Artist. Even if you don't take action, he can still block my attack. Ha, it seems that you really have ulterior motives in order to kill me."

"Since you have already guessed it, why do you dare to take action? Are you really not afraid of death? Or are you sure that the person behind you can protect you?"

The person behind it... Chen Mo thought about this sentence secretly. In the past few days, he had not heard any news about an assassin coming to assassinate him. It seemed that Long Aotian's master hidden in the dark had played a role.

If it's dark, let's light it...

The masters who protect Chen Mo can deal with the enemies hiding in the dark, but Long Hua knows it well and relies on this insidious method. Naturally, he has no reason to take action. Even the Zhenwu Division has people who cannot be touched.

"I ruined Prince Ning's good deeds, and you have long wanted to get rid of me. Even if I endure it today, you will still have other ways to deal with me tomorrow, challenging my bottom line step by step; today, I If you give in, wouldn’t it be very shameful?”

As early as the moment he rescued Liu Wuxin, Chen Mo had prepared for the worst. It was not like he had not expected this situation today. There were some things that he could not avoid and could only deal with head-on.

The pain in his shoulder made Chen Mo sweat profusely, but he still endured the severe pain and forced a smile.

"You tough talker knows a lot. It seems that the identity of the person behind you is not simple. I just don't know if the person behind you dares to save you at this time... If you are willing to tell the story about the person behind you, Tell me everything, and I beg His Highness the Crown Prince to spare your life."

Xie Feilong whispered.

There is a bad person behind me... Chen Mo secretly complained in his heart, and then said seriously: "No comment."

"Humph, I don't know what's wrong. If you don't tell me now, you won't have a chance in the future."

As soon as Xie Feilong finished speaking, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came, and then, several people in navy blue official uniforms held out tokens:

"Chen Mo, Zhao Wang, the third son of Zhao Dezhu, died today. We suspect it is related to you. Come with us back for investigation."