Ling Wu couldn't help but touched Nangong Xuan's forehead with her hand.
The place where he started was completely different from last night. Nangong Xuan's forehead was no longer hot as last night, but instead turned into cold, with thin beads of sweat on it.
Such a discovery made Ling Wu a little anxious. It seemed that Nangong Xuan's injuries had changed, and his consciousness was no longer able to support him.
Ling Wu stretched out her hand and shook Nangong Xuan gently, but he just opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were blurry and unconscious.
When he saw Ling Wu, he slightly curled up the corners of his mouth, but then fell into coma again, leaving only that perfect arc at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, if Nangong Xuan was unconscious, she would not be able to break out of the palace with him on her back, let alone escape from the pursuit of Youlijie.
He listened outside for a while, then whispered in Nangongxuan's ear: "Don't make any noise, I'll be right back."
In fact, she was just worried when she said this.
From last night to now, Nangong Xuan has not made a single sound, whether he is conscious or not.
Not even a little moan
I don’t know how much of his remaining willpower he used to do this when he was in a coma.
Ling Wu just turned her head and wanted to get out from under the bed, but then she looked back at Nangong Xuan, who was unconscious and silent, feeling a little worried.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the choking in his throat.
He leaned close to Nangong Xuan's ear, regardless of whether he could hear it in his coma, and tried to say to him in a calm voice: "Remember, I will be back, you wait for me."