Lan Ting fell to the ground, her snow-white clothes stained with bright red blood.
He vomited blood!
"Master Imperial Master, how are you?" Chu Qianli helped him up and checked his pulse, and his heart suddenly tightened.
Why is the pulse condition so messed up?
"I'm sorry..." Lan Qing only knew that he failed to fulfill what he promised her.
"Were you injured before?" No wonder I felt something was wrong when I looked at him just now. It turned out that he had been severely injured before casting the spell.
"The last time I cast a spell, I accidentally...injured my inner breath."
The emperor almost lost his footing and fell into the ice pool. In order to stop the emperor, he forcibly stopped, and his meridians were reversed and he almost went crazy.
Actually, I don’t want Chu Qianli to come tonight.
But he also knew that if this girl said she would come, she would definitely come.
He has no personality, he just knows what he has promised to others, and he will do it no matter how difficult it is.
But this time, he really couldn't do it.
When he was casting the spell, he used his movements to remind Chu Qianli not to go any further. His breath was confused and he immediately vomited blood.
The injury was too severe. This time, at least 90% of the skill was lost!
He has never been injured so badly! Even he himself doesn't know how long it will take to cultivate his skills back.
"I'll help you go and rest first." Chu Qianli supported him and walked out from the edge of the ice pool.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked outside, I heard a loud noise.
"The Imperial Master is casting a spell, no one is allowed to come near."
"Get out of the way!"
A rude voice said: "I have received news that some traitors and traitors have broken in and want to harm the Imperial Preceptor! If you are blocking the Imperial Preceptor like this, who will bear the consequences if anything happens to the Imperial Preceptor?"
King Yu’s voice?
Chu Qianli and Lan Qing looked at each other.
Lan Qing frowned and immediately put on the veil and prepared to go out.
But unexpectedly, another voice came: "I came in person, can't I go in? That ice pool belongs to my clan! How dare you stop me?"
Chu Qianli didn't know who the owner of this voice was, but Lan Qing knew it in her heart.
At this time, Lan Qing's face looked a little ugly, and she stopped walking out.
"You go first." He looked at Chu Qianli and accidentally opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood came out.
This time, the injury was really serious!
Chu Qianli wanted to feel his pulse, but Lan Qing pushed her gently: "My senior brother is here, and the little palace servants here can't stop him. Hurry up..."
Unexpectedly, before Lan Qing finished speaking, outside, the senior brother had already shouted angrily in a deep voice: "The assassin is inside! Come on, let me break in!"
I heard that I want to save the national master, who dares to stop me?
That senior brother, named Lan Fan, is from the Lan clan.
Originally, he should have inherited the position of national master. After all, he was older than Lan Qing.
When the former Imperial Master passed away, Lan Qing was still young and Lan Ji disappeared, so Lan Fan was the best successor.
But for some unknown reason, the Lan clan decided to let young Lan Qing inherit the position of national master.
No one knows why.
In short, Lan Fan's skill is comparable to Lan Qing's.
Now that Lan Qing heard his voice, she suddenly felt like she was facing a formidable enemy. Even Chu Qianli could feel his seriousness.
"Master National Preceptor..."
"Let's go!"
"Where are the thieves running?" There was a cry, and a cold wind hit.
Lan Qing frowned and pushed Chu Qianli out.
He took over the palm himself.
But now, with his skills greatly reduced, how could he be Lan Fan's opponent?
With one palm, he was sent flying out and hit a rock not far away with a snap!
