"Ruo..." Emperor Donglin's tongue was also affected by poisonous blood, and he couldn't even speak, but he still struggled to spit out broken words: "Ruo...er..."

While speaking, his eyes were fixedly looking towards the direction of the carriage.

At this time, the place had already become in chaos. People from somewhere came from, and fiercely attacked the carriage. If Choi Soo hadn't been there, I'm afraid that the carriage would be broken up by them now.

Feng Wuyou knew it instantly. She held the hand of Emperor Donglin with her backhand and said word by word: "Don't worry, if you have my life here, you will definitely take the little prince away safely!"

"Huh...good...good..." Emperor Donglin looked at Feng Wuyou, and a strong unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Ruoer is still so small and so weak, he doesn't want to die yet.

He wanted to live a few more years, at least, watching Ruoer grow up, clean up the mess Donglin, and hand it over to Ruoer with his own hands.

But things in the world are so impermanent.

He... has no time.

Emperor Donglin was seriously injured after all, and it was a miracle to be able to last until now.

Finally, after receiving Feng Wuyou's promise, he grabbed Feng Wuyou's hand and loosened his head, and his head was hanging heavily to the side.

"Your Majesty!" Feng Wuyou shouted and grabbed his body hard.
Chapter completed!