Chapter 145 Saving the Paranoid Prince 37
Murong Jing, who had been avoiding Lingyao's sight, closed his eyes when Lingyao leaned over.
Every time Lingyao kisses him, he closes his eyes.
After touching her a few times, Murong Jing was not satisfied with this. He held Lingyao's fingers and kissed her actively, not letting her leave.
The pair of narrow eyes were already misty with moisture, and now Leng Bai's face was flushed. He closed his eyes and raised his head to kiss her.
Lingyao couldn't bear it.
He just pressed the person down and kissed him all over.
The kiss made Murong Jing breathlessly buried in her neck.
His chest still rising and falling unsteadily, he began to ask in a low voice.
"You only like me?"
Lingyao seemed much calmer than him, and her expression was normal.
Hearing Murong Jing's words, her empty eyes remained calm, but her fingers that were touching his black hair out of boredom paused for a moment.
like?
In the long and silent night, the house was silent.
for a long time...
It lasted so long that Murong Jing was about to bite down on Lingyao's neck with his teeth, and it lasted so long that the mist in his eyes was about to fall down again.
Lingyao spoke slowly: "I am only this good to you."
Lingyao has never been so nice to anyone in all these years.
Don't talk about being nice to anyone, there are only a few people who are close to you.
Even the Emperor of Heaven owed a huge fine because of her repeated offenses.
After hearing these words, Murong Jing calmed down, but he didn't seem to be very happy and just hummed.
Although Lingyao just found out that she was poisoned, she didn't take it too seriously.
Murong Jing, on the other hand, still looks like a bright and cheerful young man except when he is in front of Lingyao.
But once he left Lingyao, he became so violent and aggressive that even the secret guards had to retreat away from him.
The previously planned rebellion has now been temporarily shelved.
Now their master suddenly asked them to turn their attention to dealing with the evil sect that was irreconcilable with the imperial palace.
Originally, the existence of the evil sect was beneficial to them.
The more evil the sect is, the better it can cover up the actions of their people in the palace.
So no one quite understood why the master suddenly had such great hostility towards the evil people.
The methods they used were even more cruel than those used against the royal family.
Lan Ji has been waiting since he returned that day.
Wait for Zi to come to him.
After all, everyone in Qi Sha knew that he had superb medical skills, and most of the poisons in the evil sect were made by him.
If Zi wanted the antidote, she would naturally come to him.
However, Lan Ji did not expect that he did not wait for Lingyao, but instead waited for the news that the organization called him back.
From the moment they left Xiemen and entered the palace, they tried their best to avoid having too much contact with Xiemen, let alone returning to Xiemen.
And the reason why the evil sect summoned him back this time was because there were heavy casualties in the palace, insufficient medicines, and many patients who were difficult to treat, so he was summoned back to treat them.
Lan Ji didn't expect to see Lingyao in the evil door.
And that prince.
It looked like a great war had just taken place in the evil place, and many places were in ruins of a struggle.
The cold girl in a snow-white brocade dress sat on a chair beside the hall.
That position is not allowed for the Seven Killers to sit.
In the main hall, even the Seven Killers could only sit on the side seats.
However, now that she was sitting in the main seat, no one came out to stop her.
Even no one dared to approach the area where she was sitting.
Except that prince.
He was standing next to her, his handsome face with a cold expression and his brows were tightly furrowed.
Holding the medicine bottle in his hand, he carefully applied the medicine to her shoulder.
With each dose of medicine, his brows furrowed more tightly.
It was as if the wound was on his hand and the medicine powder was sprinkled on his wound.
Lingyao had not originally planned to bring Murong Jing here, but who knew that this little pervert would secretly come here.
Lingyao felt that it was not necessary to apply medicine for such a minor injury.
As a result, he was seen by Murong Jing who came rushing over.
I've been holding her here and giving her medicine for half an hour.
Lingyao was annoyed. She took the powder from Murong Jing's hand and applied it to the wound quickly, then perfunctorily put on a bandage.
Murong Jing's eyelids couldn't help twitching as he looked at Lingyao's rough technique.
When he was injured while practicing martial arts as a teenager, she was the one who applied medicine to him.
She was perfunctory and rough in applying medicine to him.
Looking back now, I think she was much gentler back then, and she would always tie his straps into a knot every time.
She said it was a bow, and although he didn't understand, it did look like a butterfly.
Murong Jing quickly stopped her hand from tightening the medicine belt.
The voice was low and cold: "Does it hurt?"
She took the strap with her fingers, her long black eyelashes drooped, and tied a knot carefully.
Lingyao looked at the familiar bow that appeared in her hand and her face turned serious.
What does God of Wealth mean?
Sweet girl's bow bandage on her?