Tai Lun and the only surviving guard helped each other and struggled to walk out of the forest, but they fell down weakly.
At this time, there was a shaking sound on the ground. He was startled, raised his head with difficulty, and looked around. There was a cloud of dust rising in front of him, and several familiar horses were running towards here quickly.
When he saw the most familiar face of the leader, he suddenly smiled and felt relieved. They were finally saved...
Mousse led several of his men, quickly dismounted, and immediately walked up to pick up Tai Lun, who was unable to move.
"Tailun, are you okay?" Although the voice was cold, there was still concern in it.
Tai Lun just smiled and tightly grasped Mousse's arm with his blood-stained hands, which was surprisingly strong.
"Mousse...I..." He tried to gather all his strength and said with all his strength, "I...I saw her."
She? Mousse obviously didn't understand what he meant.
"It's...she..." Tai Lun found that his consciousness was getting further and further away. He once again grasped Mousse's hand tightly and tried his best, "Mousse, I saw Cang Yue!"
Mousse's hands holding him suddenly froze, and there was not too much surprise in her deep cold eyes, but a bit of complexity and a bit of doubt. She really appeared again?!
Before he could ask anything, Tai Lun had already lost consciousness and could no longer care about so much. Mousse immediately took Tai Lun and the seriously injured guard back to the city with his men.
**
"what did the doctor say?"
In the huge study room, an addictive male voice echoed.
"Tailun is not in much danger at the moment, your Majesty, you can rest assured." Mousse bowed his head and returned respectfully.
In front of the gorgeous desk in front of him, there was a person sitting on the red armchair. It was a man. He was wearing a white shirt that was not too flashy and flashy. His soft white hair stood up casually on the back of his head, with his back to
The light makes it difficult to see his face clearly, but those slanting, leering cold eyes and that innate majesty are invincible and unignorable. It seems that everyone can only humble themselves in front of him.
alive.
"That's good. Tell Tai Lun and let him recover from his injuries. You will take over the matters he is doing."
The man's tone was calm, without any emotion.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Mousse obeyed.
"Go down."
After the white-haired man finished speaking and was about to pick up the book he had just finished reading, he paused and moved his eyes forward again, only to find that Mousse was still standing there.
"What else?"
Mousse raised his head slightly and glanced at him, seemingly still hesitating, but when he thought that Tai Lun might not be able to hide the matter when he woke up, he thought about it and finally told the truth.
"Your Majesty, Tai Lun was attacked by a monster on the way this time. The guards who came back told us that they were rescued by two passers-by."
Upon hearing this, the white-haired man slightly raised his cold eyebrows with interest, "Then are they coming back?"
Mousse shook his head, "The rescued guard told us that they had left, and..." He glanced at the white-haired man, "Before Tai Lun lost consciousness, he told me that he saw... Cang
moon."
Almost at that moment, there was an inexplicable emotion in those cold eyes. He looked at Mousse, and his expression changed from cold to shock, then to doubt, then to disappointment, and finally suppressed the unnecessary expression on his face and eyes.
His feelings returned to their original coldness.
He didn't speak, and slowly stood up, turned around, and looked out the window, his cold eyes reflecting the color of the sky, as if he couldn't see anything. After a long time, he said softly, "Go down."
"
Mousse paused, looked up at his back, and then stepped back slowly and respectfully.
When he closed the door, he couldn't help but raise his eyes and take one last look at the owner. It was a lonely figure that could not be blocked by the bright sunshine. Finally, he closed the door and stood in the corridor, sighing in his heart.