Luo Ying looked at the mountain shrouded in mist. At this moment, it seemed particularly mysterious, attracting people to get closer, as if it was like a flower bud that had just opened. People couldn't help but stop and explore, but they were isolated.
Just when several people were marveling at this misty mountain, a shadow-like person took action instantly, pointing the sword in his hand directly at the person standing in the middle with a white gauze and white clothes. Maybe it was too dark this night, maybe
The mountain was so attractive that none of them noticed that the danger was approaching them step by step.
When they all came to their senses, they saw a fairy-like man in white clothes slowly falling into Luo Ying's arms. Everyone on the side was also surprised, and the eyes of those who arrived later were already filled with murderous intent.
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The man in black also had a look of disbelief on his face at this time. He was stunned on the spot. The sword in his hand had already fallen to the ground due to shaking. He stared at the face that was so familiar to him that he was overflowing with pain and sadness.
He breathed the air around him, moved his legs, and knelt down in front of the man lying in Luo Ying's arms.
Luo Ying stared straight at the man lying in her arms, her face gloomy, her eyes completely shrouded in murderous aura, and her voice became even colder: "Who are you? Who sent you here."
Xue Jian just looked at Dongfang Mo with his eyes, never leaving for a moment, as if he didn't hear Luo Ying's question, he was just thinking about how to atone for his sins, and all that confusion and helplessness came out.
Sounds of apology, repentance, and self-blame came out of Xue Jian's mouth: "Master, I'm sorry, Xue Jian didn't mean to hurt you. Master, I'm sorry, please forgive Xue Jian."
Everyone present was stunned, watching this dramatic scene. No one expected it to be like this, and Luo Ying was speechless.
But as soon as she touched Dongfang Mo's chest, the white clothes were dyed red with blood, Luo Ying felt a flash of pain in her heart. She took out the light yellow elixir in her arms and fed it into his mouth to relieve his poison. She had no antidote to this poison.
of elixirs.
After taking Luo Ying's elixir, Dongfang Mo slowly opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him, with disbelief in his eyes. After adjusting his breath, he slowly spoke: "Xue Jian, why is this? Tell me the reason, what it is.
Let you betray this emperor."
Speaking of the latter part, Dongfang Mo's kingly aura suddenly emerged. There was no blame or murderous intent in his tone. He was just as calm as usual, yet so different.
"Master, I'm sorry, Xue Jian is ashamed of you, please punish him!" Xue Jian only has one thought now, and that is to atone for his sins, and to atone for his sins from his master.
As for who was the instigator of this matter and why he did it, he didn't dare to say, and he didn't want to say. He knew his master's character. If he recruited the princess, it would be like sending her to hell. Who would
It can't be saved either.
He couldn't do this, he loved her, even though she never looked at him directly from beginning to end, and just used him blindly, but he didn't regret it, just because he couldn't bear the princess's sad and tearful look, and killed him like that
He is still in pain.
Luo Ying's eyes were a bit colder, but she never spoke. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the color that turned from red to darker, and her whole body exuded a murderous aura that could not be ignored.
He sealed the two large acupoints on Dongfang Mo's body to temporarily stop the flow of air, then took out a light yellow pill and stuffed it into Dongfang Mo's mouth. After he was sure that the toxins in his body had been suppressed, he said coldly.
Said: "Xue Jian, if you don't want to see your master die, just take out the antidote."