Sure enough, Pei Yuan's words were confirmed, Liuchi suffered a great disaster when he was two hundred and thirty years old.
In line with morality, Qi Xuan invited all the imperial doctors in the palace, but for these ordinary doctors, Liu Chi's injury was obviously beyond their capabilities.
"If the liver is injured, the Imperial Master may be in serious danger!" an imperial doctor said with a regretful expression.
Xia Yan was angry: "What does it mean to be in danger but not in good luck?"
"King Xia, there is really nothing we can do. Unless the Great Luo Immortal, no one can save the life of the Imperial Master!" the imperial doctor replied with a pale face.
"Get out!" shouted coldly, and the doctor quickly left with the medicine box.
Liu Chi's face was pale, and his brows were filled with unyielding pain. A large area of his chest was stained red with blood. When he looked at Xia Yan, he actually showed a weak smile.
By this time, he was still laughing.
"I thought I could escape this catastrophe, but I didn't expect that everything was destined! There is really no way to escape the arrangement of fate!" His tone was calm, without any weakness of a dying person. Death seemed to him like a
A kind of relief, a kind of relief.
"You once told me that your duty is to find the remaining royal bloodline. If you die, who should you hand over to find the royal bloodline?"
I was stunned, what? Apart from Liu Chi and Pei Yuan, is there anyone else in the Wu clan?
Liu Chi's face suddenly stiffened: "Yes, I haven't found that person yet... I can't die yet!"
"So, you have to live well!"
Xia Yan said these words very coldly, even with a commanding tone.
Liu Chi struggled to sit up, and Mo Chengjun quickly helped him up: "National Master, what do you want to do?"
Liu Chi's eyes were distracted for a while, then focused, as if he was fighting against the passing of life.
"Only Pei Yuan can save me!" Liu Chi said with firm eyes.
"Who?" I asked unsure.
"Pei Yuan!"
"..."
Then you'd better die! I seem to hear everyone's thoughts!
Pei Yuan is far away in Xia Kingdom. Even if he works hard, Liuchi will already be smelly.
Xia Yan paused and asked, "Besides him?"
Liu Chi shook his head in despair: "No more, no one can save me anymore!"
"Hahaha!" Just when we thought Liuchi was bound to die, an unruly mocking voice came closer and closer.
I suddenly turned around and saw Pei Yuan walking towards me wearing the uniform of a bodyguard of the State of Qi.
Pei Yuan? How did he get out? Wasn't he imprisoned in the sky prison?
Mo Chengjun stared at him in surprise: "Master of Dali Temple? Why are you here?"
Everything is hard to explain. The person who was supposed to be squatting in the prison actually came to Qi State and entered the palace by chance.
But if you think about it carefully, with Pei Yuan's ability to predict things like a god, if he wants to do something, he will definitely succeed!
When he saw Xia Yan, Pei Yuan didn't even look at him. He walked directly to Liu Chi's bed and stretched out his hand: "Give me the antidote. If you don't give it to me, today next year will be your death anniversary!"
"Pei Yuan, you are so brave!" Mo Chengjun scolded angrily.
Pei Yuan glanced at Mo Chengjun lazily: "Compared with the seventeenth prince, I am not so bold! I have deceived the eyes of everyone in Xia Kingdom and cheated my death for so many years! Do you want to know when you will really
Die?"
Mo Chengjun was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Although he was young and mature, he was still a child after all. When he heard Mo Chengjun tell his life experience in an understatement, he immediately froze in place and couldn't say a word.
"Hand over the antidote, and I'll let you live!" After threatening Demon Chengjun, Pei Yuan looked at Liu Chi again.
