At the turn of summer and autumn, Chen Lang felt cold all over and trembled. The poison prepared by Xian Mobai was unstable. Chen Lang felt itchy and sometimes itchy and painful. Now it was suddenly cold, indicating that the toxicity had developed to the next stage.

The door was open, and the breeze blew, and the candlelight swayed in front of Chen Lang's eyes, giving him a little sense of security.

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The rapid footsteps were approaching from a distance. When Chen Lang looked up, Yin Baichuan had already rushed to the front. On the way, Yin Baichuan met Yu Mufei, so he knew what was going on. Without saying a word, he raised Chen Lang with his face in his back.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Chen Lang was humming in his throat, his voice was very weak, and I don’t know if Yin Baichuan heard it.

Soon after walking to the edge of the bed, Yin Baichuan turned around and gently put Chen Lang down. Chen Lang lay down flat and finally felt a little more comfortable.

"Water!" Chen Lang licked his lips dryly.

Yin Baichuan suppressed his anger and brought a kettle and a water cup from the dining table. He was about to pour water into the cup, but he saw Chen Lang trying to point to the kettle from the corner of his eyes.

Fill directly with a kettle?

Then I'll kill you, little turtle!

Yin Baichuan lifted the kettle and approached Chen Lang's lips. Chen Lang slightly raised the bottom of the kettle with one hand, and cold water poured out from the bent kettle hole and poured into his dry throat. Yin Baichuan stared with his big eyes, wishing he could straighten the kettle and pour it down with the most violent water flow to revenge the damn Chen Lang.

But Yin Baichuan finally held back.

Drink cold water and dry throat a little moisturizing, but the body is still shaking, and every cell is trembling.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhong Ping roared and broke in.

Chen Lang glanced at Zhong Ping coldly: You can see clearly what's going on. This time, you can die together.

Crunch ~

Yu Mufei stood outside the house and closed the door. Zhong Ping asked her to guard it. On the one hand, she could drive Chao Qing and others away; on the other hand, some things in the house could not be heard by Yu Mufei.

"What should I do?" Yin Baichuan asked in a low voice.

"Let him die!" Zhong Ping stared at Chen Lang fiercely.

"I'm dead, you two are buried with you." Chen Lang spit out a few words from his throat with difficulty. It's already this point, Chen Lang no longer hesitates or retreats. It's time to open the skylight and speak loudly!

Burial with you?

In fact, both Zhong Ping and Yin Baichuan knew that Chen Lang was right. If the prince’s exchange plan was destroyed, the two parties involved would definitely lose their heads. Just now, Zhong Ping asked Chen Lang to die just because of an angry word or a threat.

But at this critical moment, it is obviously inappropriate.

"The time has passed, is it useless to take that pill again?" Yin Baichuan's tone was cold.

"Well, I can't help but turn the world back." Zhong Ping lowered his eyebrows. The scene suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the dazzling sunlight shot straight down. Zhong Ping and his family knelt on the execution ground of Liang Guo, with the death row of the death row of the death row in the back of his neck. The executioner swung his knife!

Can't turn the world back?

Damn it!

Chen Lang raised his head with difficulty and said to Yin Baichuan: "Lingshan, go to Lingshan to find Xian Mobai."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fishy and salty smell suddenly surged out of his abdomen. Chen Lang gritted his teeth with all his strength, but blood still came out from the gaps of his teeth.

The blood, bright red, was mixed with black blood. Yin Baichuan picked up the handkerchief and wanted to help Chen Lang wipe it, but Chen Lang pushed him away with his elbow.

"Lingshan!" Chen Lang said the second time.

Yin Baichuan and Zhong Ping looked at each other and nodded. After Yin Baichuan turned around and ran to the stable at the bottom left of the yard as fast as possible. In just two minutes, they heard the roar of horses and the sound of horse hooves flying.

Zhong Ping leaned over and stared at Chen Lang like a cockfighting cock: "Listen, you guys, I will find a way to control the spread of the poison. If you can survive, I will slap you hard with willow branches every day to give you a memory."

Chen Lang smiled but didn't say anything. If he really survived, you, the butler, would be ineligible and would talk to me again.

"Hold on me! I'll let the kitchen cook a bowl of ginger soup to delay the spread of toxicity." Zhong Ping said viciously.

"Please ask Xiaoyu to come in and accompany me. I can't stand my ugly face all the time." Chen Lang mocked in a faint voice.

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The sky is getting brighter.

Yu Mufei sat sideways on the edge of the bed, holding a handkerchief soaked in warm water in his right hand, wiping Chen Lang's forehead. The soles of his feet were a basin of warm water that slowly became cold.

"Cough! Cough!"

Chen Lang's chest suddenly fluctuated violently, and every cough was accompanied by a little black blood. Just last night, Chen Lang could still grit his teeth to prevent the black blood from oozing out, but by this morning, Chen Lang had no strength.

Yu Mufei placed his right hand on Chen Lang's forehead. In a hurry, she wiped the black blood from the corner of Chen Lang's mouth with the back of her left hand. Her slender jade fingers, with the most suitable temperature for the human body, touched Chen Lang's cheeks and dry lips.

"Are you tired?" Chen Lang asked in a low voice.

Yu Mufei shook his head slowly, his face was covered with water droplets, sweat and tears.

"Print your face too." Chen Lang pursed his lips and smiled reluctantly.

"Your Highness, you can save energy." Yu Mufei leaned over with concern.

"If you are wrong, I can concentrate when I talk to you, so I will die in a rare way." Chen Lang smiled.

"Your Highness will not die." Yu Mufei sobbed.

"If I eventually die in this place, it means I am just a man of this level." Chen Lang laughed at himself weakly.

Seeing this, Yu Mufei hurriedly picked up the ginger soup on the bedside table and put it into Chen Lang's lips with spoons.

Chen Lang took two sips of ginger soup and suddenly said seriously: "If I die, you should immediately take your money and your belongings and run away. Don't look back and don't attend me with funerals. The farther you run, the better. If you are so beautiful, you will definitely find a better place to live and find someone who can give you happiness and stability."

Upon hearing this, Yu Mufei frowned: "Don't say anything inexplicable."

Chen Lang had a tough expression: "This is definitely not a fool, you have to listen to me."

"I'll get angry if your highness says this!" Yu Mufei said angrily. She picked up the warm water from the bottom of her feet and walked out of the room. Change the water is to change the water, and getting angry is also angry.

Chen Lang lay on his back, and the coldness that came from some unknown reason invaded every pore of his body. He stared at the ceiling, without any strength to continue fighting with the god of death.

Yu Mufei came in with warm water and wiped Chen Lang seriously. The warm water brushed the flesh, and Chen Lang felt a little relaxed.

Just keep going, the sun goes from east to west until night falls on the earth.

Yu Mufei was really tired. She moved a stool and sat by the bed, and took a nap unknowingly. Chen Lang turned his head to look at the girl beside him. She was quiet and beautiful, and no one could bear to disturb her.

The surroundings became quiet, as if there were only two people in this world, Chen Lang and Yu Mufei.

Suddenly, Yu Mufei raised her pretty cheeks upwards and woke up suddenly. She smiled embarrassedly, with a slight blush on her face very beautifully.

"Did you dream just now?" Chen Lang asked softly.
Chapter completed!