The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

After a long time, maybe He Lianyi found a way to cure the poison, he raised his head suddenly, but unexpectedly bumped into Mo Youyou's lips.

Mo Youyou was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand and stared at the man in front of her.

He heard him say: "Sure enough, there is a way to detoxify!"

After hearing this, Mo Youyou became anxious for a moment, and reached out to snatch the bamboo slip from He Lianyi's hand.

What made her curious was that she could actually grab the bamboo slip. Since it can be caught, it must be taken away!

He Lianyi felt that the bamboo slip in his hand suddenly became much heavier, and looked at it curiously, but why is it getting heavier and heavier? It seemed that there was a pair of hands competing with him for the bamboo slip.

His cold eyes stared at the front, his slender fingers tightly clutched the bamboo slips and remained motionless.

Mo Youyou exerted all his strength, but in the end, the bamboo slips were still lying quietly in He Lianyi's hands.

Do you want her to bite down? Mo Youyou stared at the white and flawless fingers, and whispered: "How about giving it a try?"

Thinking so, he fiercely bit He Lianyi's hand!

He Lianyi suddenly felt a pain in his hand, he stared in disbelief at the two rows of teeth marks that were slowly oozing blood, threw the bamboo slip in his hand under his feet, and scolded in a cold voice,

"Who is pretending to be a ghost here!"

Mo Youyou covered her mouth and snickered, slipped quietly to the desk, and sat on He Lianyi's chair. She stared at He Lianyi who was on alert with great interest, watching him lean down to pick up the bamboo slip again, He walked over to the desk again.

Seeing this, Mo Youyou hurriedly stood up to give up his seat to He Lianyi, but accidentally knocked over the oil lamp on the table.

Suddenly, flames blazed everywhere, and Mo Youyou's face was burning hot, and he felt like his whole body was cramped, and he couldn't move at all.

She shouted, "Help me, Uncle Huang!"

He Lianyi glanced at the window, and saw that the door and window were closed tightly, and the study room was not ventilated. He was also some distance away from the desk, how could the oil lamp suddenly fall? And just now, he clearly felt that someone was fighting for the bamboo slips with him, and even bit his hand! Thinking of a possibility, could it be the hermit in the southern barren polar region? Thinking of this, a killing intent flashed in He Lianyi's eyes.

He raised his internal strength and quickly closed all the curtains. Immediately, the study was pitch black, except for the crackling fire on the desk.

The Antarctic is a mysterious country that has disappeared for a long time in the world. People here are born with invisibility skills. In order to survive, they choose to use their superior conditions to become killers, because only killers are paid the most, and they earn more money. , will live happily and comfortably. As long as the business they dealt with, they never missed it.

I heard that it was Helian Honglie who personally wiped out the entire Southern Wilderness. On that day, a fire suddenly fell from the sky in the southern wilderness. The fire burned for three days and three nights. No bones remained. Since then, there will be no more Nanhuang in the world, and no one will mention Nanhuang again.

He Lianyi was a foot away from the desk. He looked coldly at the struggling and distorted phantom in the fire. His indifferent voice was like a glacier of ten thousand years, low and full of deterrence that cannot be ignored.

"Nanhuang's invisibility technique! Are you from Nanhuang?"

Mo Youyou was dying of pain, and when he heard He Lianyi's words, he kept shaking his head.

Seeing the phantom, He Lianyi seemed to shake his head, raised his eyes, and looked at her sharply,

"If you don't tell the truth, this king will burn you to ashes now!"

Mo Youyou was shocked when she heard this, and felt that the murderous aura on He Lianyi's body was getting heavier and heavier, and she was so anxious that tears fell down her face.

This man can't hear her at all, how can she let him find herself? Suddenly, Mo Youyou's eyes lit up, enduring the throbbing pain all over his body, he slowly reached out to pick up the unburned ink pen on the table, and wrote his own words on the burned bamboo slip bit by bit. The name is Mo Youyou.

With the last bit of strength, she threw it out, and she slowly closed her eyes, and fell down beside Helian Yi's seat.

When He Lianyi saw the name on the bamboo slips and thought of the voice he heard just now, his heart was shocked, and he quickly extinguished the fire in front of the table.

In the study room, it was pitch black in an instant. Mo Youyou finally felt a bit of coolness after being roasted by the fire for a long time.

She slowly opened her eyes, lay down on the seat weakly, and looked up at Helian Yi who was standing in front of the desk.

Seeing his deep eyes staring at the direction of the seat, she picked up the ink pen with trembling fingers and wrote on the ground with difficulty:

"Uncle Emperor, save me!"

He Lianyi watched the pen under the seat keep beating until the four soft words fell into his eyes.

He asked in a deep voice:

"Are you from the Southern Wilderness?"

Mo Youyou continued to write, "No! Assassinate Xiao Lin"

Seeing this, He Lianyi's heart sank, and he asked anxiously, "How do you want this king to save you?"

"Bring Mo Youyou."

Seeing that He Lianyi was unmoved, Mo Youyou wrote: "Uncle Emperor, I can't hold on anymore."

When she finished writing and raised her eyes, He Lianyi was no longer there. The ink brush slipped from Mo Youyou's hand, now, she only hoped that He Lianyi would bring Miss Mo Fu Ninth as soon as possible, otherwise, she would really go to see Lord Yan.

It's a really bad feeling, really bad.

In just a moment, He Lianyi carried Miss Mo Fu Jiu to the study.

When entering the study, he specifically told the guards outside the door not to be disturbed by anyone.

He Lianyi hugged Miss Nine of the Mo Mansion and walked to the desk. He looked at the direction where the ink brush fell, and asked coldly in a low voice without a trace of warmth:

"What do we do now?"

Mo Youyou slowly opened his eyes, looked at the woman in He Lianyi's arms, tried his best to pick up the ink pen on the ground, and wrote,

"She dies, I live. Uncle Huang, you can't do it..."

He Lianyi saw the writing on the ground, then glanced at the woman in his arms, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Why should I trust you? If Mo Youyou is dead, I will be to blame! Do you really have any?" For what purpose, using the death of Miss Nine of General Mo's Mansion to frame this king?"

"Uncle Huang, you were drugged, it was Youyou who threw you down and saved you..."

this woman! He Lianyi is now very sure that this woman is Mo Youyou! Seeing the unfinished words at the end, and seeing the ink pen suddenly drop with a "clang", I thought "not good".

Without hesitation, he pierced a silver needle between the eyebrows of the Ninth Miss of the Mo Mansion, and quickly placed her carefully where the ink brush fell,

"Mo Youyou, tell me what to do next?"

At this moment, he was afraid of losing her. It had nothing to do with King Xiang or responsibility, but the inexplicable affection in his heart.

Mo Youyou remained silent, He Lianyi called again in a low voice,

"Mo Youyou!"

Mo Youyou still remained silent, He Lianyi had never been so helpless before! He never thought that such a thing would happen. He has always been a god of Mingyou Kingdom, there is nothing he can't do in this world, but today's incident is also the first time he has encountered it.

Knowing that she was in front of him, he was so helpless that he could do nothing.

The inexplicable anger in his heart was burning, He Lianyi tightly clenched his fists on the ground, and growled in his mouth: "Damn it!"