"Ayan!" Wang Xuan came quickly, and He Mucheng caught a trace of panic on his usually leisurely face.
"Nan Yan, it's all you. You destroyed me. Why don't you die? Huh? If you don't die, then I will send you to death! Hahahahaha..."
He Mucheng endured the severe pain and focused his gaze. Wasn't the old woman who assassinated her in front of him Nan Yue in disguise?
At this time, Nan Yue had been subdued by Wang Xuan's secret guards, but she was like a mad dog, struggling regardless, roaring, "Go to hell! Go to hell! Nan Yan, go to hell..."
"Ayan, I'll find someone to save you right away. Hurry! Bring the doctor!" Wang Xuan half-crouched beside her, holding his five fingers on the ground and tightening his grip tremblingly.
"Ji...Ji Yunyuan..." He Mucheng felt it was difficult to breathe. She was still 20 points short. What she needed was not a doctor, but Ji Yunyuan!
[Ji Yunyuan's mood fluctuated greatly. He added 20 points and accumulated 500 points. Do you want to perform blood recovery operation? Countdown to 15, 14, 13...]
"Nonsense!" He Mucheng, with a pale face, screamed silently in his heart, "Recover blood!"
The buzzing sound of electricity disappeared, and at the moment He Musheng shouted for blood, the system sound finally returned to normal:
[Congratulations to the host, the blood recovery is successful. Main missions two and three have been completed. Main mission one is in progress. Please continue to work hard and accumulate 0 points.]
"Didn't the blood return successfully? Why is it still so painful? Ahem..."
Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and He Mucheng was as angry as a thread. Not far away, Ji Yunyuan had already fallen off the carriage.
The anesthesia he had received for many days had made him slightly weak, but he still stumbled over and fell down numerous times along the way. In the end, he actually had to climb!
"Ayan..." His voice was hoarse and his eyes were scarlet.
It wasn't until Ji Yunyuan's rough fingertips ran across the broken hair on her forehead that He Mucheng heard the system broadcast:
[If you have contact with Ji Yunyuan, the points will be increased by 2, and the accumulated points will be 2.]
"My points..." He Mucheng's nose felt sour, and tears rolled down his temples.
Her 500 points, the 500 points she earned after saving for so long, the 500 points she got after completing two main tasks and countless side tasks!
"Why can't I kill her, but she can kill me?" He Mucheng complained silently in his heart, and tears of grievance flowed out randomly along the ends of his eyes and melted into his blood.
"Don't be afraid, Ayan, the doctor will be here soon. Just hold on!" Wang Xuan's veins were raging in front of his forehead, but he was born to be immune to dust. Even if he was worried, he still maintained a graceful posture.
Ji Yunyuan was different. His hands were trembling, and his fingers were clenched and spread out. He didn't know where to put them. He Mucheng saw his thin lips moving in a trance, as if he wanted to ask something, but he clearly opened his mouth, but there was no answer.
I can't even pronounce the words.
He has nothing to do with warmth. He is used to being solemn on weekdays. It seems that he is holding up the sky if it falls. How has he ever looked so embarrassed at this moment?
At this moment, He Mucheng suddenly thought of the final outcome of this hero. He was plotted by Murong Ke and was defeated like a mountain. Was he the same back then as he is now?
There was a faint throbbing in his heart, but it was only for a moment and was covered up by another wave of pain.
He Mucheng frowned, unable to tell whether the pain in his chest came from the cold dagger or from the pity for the person in front of him.
Just when she was about to lose consciousness, a strong current in her mind immediately brought her thoughts back, and then the system's ruthless voice sounded again:
[The host please cooperate with the doctor for treatment.]
"Didn't you say that your blood has returned?" He Mucheng wanted to faint to relieve the heartbreaking pain, but the system tried its best to wake her up?
[The dagger is highly poisonous and the system has been cleared by the host.]
"It's so powerful, can you stop the pain for me?"
[Local anesthesia items have been found for the host, the required points are 15, and the remaining points are 2. Insufficient points cannot be redeemed. ]
Listening to the system's broadcast, He Mucheng shed tears of regret again.
If she had known earlier, she would have helped Ji Yunyuan win back Li Nong as soon as possible. Now, she brought all this on herself...
While thinking, Wang Xuan seemed to have received something. He Mucheng felt a pain in his jaw and his lips were forced to open.
A bitter thing was stuffed into my mouth, and the flavor of bitter ginseng spread along my taste buds.
Barriers were placed around her, the sun above her head was blocked, and cloth blocked her sight. With a flicker of candlelight in the dimness, He Mucheng finally saw clearly that the person treating her wounds in front of her was a thirty-year-old medical woman.
"This Wang Xuan is very thoughtful..." He Mucheng thought, looking around, she and the medical girl were the only ones left in the closed space.
Seeing that the doctor woman was concentrating on cleaning her wounds, He Mucheng slowly began to clear his thoughts.
Nan Yue's words just now clearly indicate that she has fallen into a demonic barrier. She is now an abandoned child and is of no use. She has no intention of leaving a way out for herself this time.
So after Nan Yue succeeded, those crazy curses were all reflections of her heart and had no logic.
But He Mucheng noticed something wrong with it. The system said that the dagger was poisonous, but there was no word about poison in Nanyue's words.
Therefore, Nanyue didn't have the ability to get poison, let alone the idea to apply poison on the dagger.
Then, the only explanation is that someone took advantage of Nanyue's revenge mentality.
Who could this person be?
If she died, what would be the consequences?
He Mucheng endured severe pain, with cold sweat dripping from her forehead, but the more she felt like this, the faster her thoughts turned.
In this era when the status of women is extremely low, there are not many people who know that Ji Yunyuan would act irrationally because of Nanyan.
If it’s not Wang Xuan, it’s not Nan Yue, and it’s even more impossible for Nan Yu, then the only person left is Princess Lingxiang!
But why did Princess Lingxiang have to take her life? Is it because of Wang Xuan?
No, it was impossible. She had already made it clear when she went to Wang Xuan for help the night before leaving for Huaiyin.
At this time, the doctor woman said softly, "Girl, I'm going to draw the knife, please bear with me."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and grasped the handle.
He Mucheng had an idea and hurriedly reached out to stop her movement.
The person who wants her dead is Wang Dun!
The depression in Princess Lingxiang's heart during this period must have been revealed to Princess Wuyang, the wife of Han Anhou, and Wang Dun should have known all the clues to it.
Since He Mucheng came through, Nan's Ayan has already become famous due to overt and covert competitions. Wang Dun naturally knows Ji Yunyuan's fancy for her.
Ji Yunyuan was impulsive and acted recklessly. If Nan Yan died, he would definitely kill Nan Yue. No matter how unbearable Nan Yue was, she was also the concubine of King Lu Cheng. In this way, Wang Dun would have enough reason to take Ji Yunyuan's life!
"Ji Yunyuan, he can't leave..." He Mucheng said intermittently, his voice like a mosquito.
The medical woman sighed softly and shouted loudly, "General Ji, are you guarding outside?"
"Yes, General Ji has not left." Wang Xuan's clear and smooth voice was soothing, "General Ji, please give Ayan a shout."
After a long time, He Mucheng heard a hoarse response, "Ayan, I... am here..."
"Let him... wait until I wake up before making plans." After saying this, He Musheng lowered his arms heavily.
The sound of tinnitus swirled around her, and she felt her chest tremble, and warm liquid sprayed on her face.
After that, he lost consciousness again.
Slowly, the shields were scattered, and the doctor woman was seen cleaning up the mess. The little girl's clothes on the ground had been changed, and the blood-stained old clothes were cut into pieces by scissors and piled up on one side, red to the eye.
