Mingyue didn't stay unconscious for long before she woke up.
Pushing away Mingche's palm that was reaching towards his forehead, he directly took off the thin quilt on his body and stood up wearing only his cloth socks.
"Brother Six!" Mingche held his arm worriedly, "You are weak, you should rest for a while!"
"I don't want to rest here, I hate everything here!" Ming Yue shook off Ming Che's palm and walked out of the room. His face was still very pale and his steps seemed a little weak, but his expression was full of stubbornness that could not be disturbed.
.
Mingche chased out the door and looked at the figure staggering down the steps, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty the Holy Son, I will take care of the six kings!" Nangong Xiao saluted Mingche and strode after Mingyue. He did not help him, but followed him cautiously and was ready to support him at any time.
.
Then, Mingyue's steps seemed weak, but she never fell down again.
In the square, the believers have left, and the lower-level believers of the sect are doing the final cleaning.
The people have gone, the blood has been washed away, and except for the smoke and dust remaining on the burning platform, it seems like nothing happened.
The Royal Forest Army and Taixue students stood silently on one side of Guangbian, with solemn expressions on their faces.
Just now, from the mouths of those believers and temple believers, they already knew what happened.
Watching Mingyue walking weakly down the steps, the young leader of the Royal Forest Army cautiously stepped forward, "Your Majesty?!"
"Go home!" Mingyue opened and closed her lips and spit out two words.
"Yes!" The little leader of the Royal Forest Army originally thought that there would be a storm waiting for him, but he didn't expect Mingyue to give such a simple order. He felt a little relieved and waved hurriedly. Someone immediately rushed the carriage in front of Mingyue and pulled away respectfully.
car door.
Mingyue raised her feet and got into the carriage. The little boss immediately carefully closed the door tightly and flew down the horse he had led. After all, he was worried about disturbing Mingyue, so he just waved his hand and signaled everyone to set off.
The army set off again.
Inside the black carriage, a long roar came out, revealing endless anger and sorrow.
Nangong Xiaofei jumped on his horse, and when he heard the whistle, he couldn't hold it back any longer and cried uncontrollably. Not only him, but also the four teams behind him were crying uncontrollably.
Their captain, Mo Li, who cherished them as brothers, had had wine and conviviality with the prince the night before, and enjoyed peach blossoms with them, but he died a day later. Who doesn't feel heartbroken, who doesn't feel sad?!
The army successfully entered the city and returned to Mingyue's palace. From beginning to end, Mingyue did not say a word.
His delicate face was also expressionless.
There was no sadness or anger, there was only a deathly gray color in those eyes as bright as stars.
Waving away all the guards, Mingyue walked straight to her dormitory.
Inside the room, there was a faint smell of blood floating around. The dark figure lying on the ground stood up and knelt in front of him.
"Charming is incompetent...cannot protect Mo...Master Mo is Zhouquan, please master...give me... death!"
His body was covered with wounds, and his black uniform was soaked with blood. The mask on his face had gone somewhere long ago. His handsome and charming face was also covered with small scars and stained with blood.
The same color as eyes.
Mingyue stretched out her arms to lift him up from the ground, and her face, which had been emotionless, finally showed anger, "Why, why don't you tell me, why?!" Mingyue didn't coma for too long, and she woke up.
Pushing away Mingche's palm that was reaching towards his forehead, he directly took off the thin quilt on his body and stood up wearing only his cloth socks.
"Brother Six!" Mingche held his arm worriedly, "You are weak, you should rest for a while!"
"I don't want to rest here, I hate everything here!" Ming Yue shook off Ming Che's palm and walked out of the room. His face was still very pale and his steps seemed a little weak, but his expression was full of stubbornness that could not be disturbed.
.
Mingche chased out the door and looked at the figure staggering down the steps, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty the Holy Son, I will take care of the six kings!" Nangong Xiao saluted Mingche and strode after Mingyue. He did not help him, but followed him cautiously and was ready to support him at any time.
.
Then, Mingyue's steps seemed weak, but she never fell down again.
In the square, the believers have left, and the lower-level believers of the sect are doing the final cleaning.
The people have gone, the blood has been washed away, and except for the smoke and dust remaining on the burning platform, it seems like nothing happened.
The Royal Forest Army and Taixue students stood silently on one side of Guangbian, with solemn expressions on their faces.
Just now, from the mouths of those believers and temple believers, they already knew what happened.
Watching Mingyue walking weakly down the steps, the young leader of the Royal Forest Army cautiously stepped forward, "Your Majesty?!"
"Go home!" Mingyue opened and closed her lips and spit out two words.
"Yes!" The little leader of the Royal Forest Army originally thought that there would be a storm waiting for him, but he didn't expect Mingyue to give such a simple order. He felt a little relieved and waved hurriedly. Someone immediately rushed the carriage in front of Mingyue and pulled away respectfully.
car door.
Mingyue raised her feet and got into the carriage. The little boss immediately carefully closed the door tightly and flew down the horse he had led. After all, he was worried about disturbing Mingyue, so he just waved his hand and signaled everyone to set off.
The army set off again.
Inside the black carriage, a long roar came out, revealing endless anger and sorrow.
Nangong Xiaofei jumped on his horse, and when he heard the whistle, he couldn't hold it back any longer and cried uncontrollably. Not only him, but also the four teams behind him were crying uncontrollably.
Their captain, Mo Li, who cherished them as brothers, had had wine and conviviality with the prince the night before, and enjoyed peach blossoms with them, but he died a day later. Who doesn't feel heartbroken, who doesn't feel sad?!
The army successfully entered the city and returned to Mingyue's palace. From beginning to end, Mingyue did not say a word.
His delicate face was also expressionless.
There was no sadness or anger, there was only a deathly gray color in those eyes as bright as stars.
Waving away all the guards, Mingyue walked straight to her dormitory.
Inside the room, there was a faint smell of blood floating around. The dark figure lying on the ground stood up and knelt in front of him.
"Charming is incompetent...cannot protect Mo...Master Mo is Zhouquan, please master...give me... death!"
His body was covered with wounds, and his black uniform was soaked with blood. The mask on his face had gone somewhere long ago. His handsome and charming face was also covered with small scars and stained with blood.
The same color as eyes.
Mingyue stretched out her arms to lift him up from the ground, and her expressionless face finally showed anger, "Why, why don't you tell me, why?!"