Every time his body twitched, he stabbed himself hard... He wanted to defeat drug addiction, he wanted to get rid of it...
Blood... lots and lots of blood... Xueer couldn't see anything except blood... She was frightened, completely frightened...
His body slowly fell to the ground, blood flowed all over the floor, the white carpet turned red, his trembling hands still held the blood-stained dagger, he breathed rapidly, his chest heaved...
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Xue'er reacted slowly and stumbled to his side. There was so much blood that she didn't know what to do, "Someone is coming... Someone is coming... Quickly call the imperial doctor... Send the doctor
medical……"
Several guards rushed in and were shocked when they saw the Nanman King lying in a pool of blood. After that, the entire Nanman Mansion began to panic...
"My lord, you have to hold on, you have to hold on... Why are you so stupid... Why do you want to hurt yourself... You are so stupid..." Xueer cried so hard that her face was filled with tears, and the tears fell drop by drop.
It drips like crystal beads
With weak breathing, Murong Lie slowly opened his eyes... He saw her crying, and her tears made him feel distressed. He stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, but he couldn't. His hands
It seems to weigh a thousand kilograms, and I can't lift it no matter what.
Her tears fell on the back of his hand, and a cold feeling spread...
"Xue'er... don't cry..." He made a weak voice with difficulty, and a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
This time, he didn't hurt her. It was so good that he didn't hurt her...
"...You will be fine...you have to hold on...the imperial doctor will be here soon...please hold on...hold on..." Xue'er cried and said to him, tightly
Holding his bloody hand, the dried blood was so thick that it stuck their hands together.
"Xue'er..." His breath became weaker and weaker, his eyelids gradually closed, and her tear-stained face was slowly isolated from sight...