The chamberlain watched Sang Yu pick up Mu Huai, who was covered in blood, and was so frightened that he called the guards over to help.
"Your Majesty, let the guards come."
"No need." Sang Yu hugged Mu Huai without changing her expression, "I am in my prime and have plenty of strength."
Is this a matter of strength?
If you hold a strange man like this, aren't you afraid that he is an assassin?
What is in the prime of life?
You are only sixteen years old, you are not yet a teenager.
Moreover, you are petite and the person you are holding has a slender figure, which looks very inconsistent...
The waiter complained silently in his heart, and followed him in a hurry the next second.
"Your Majesty, please slow down..."
Mu Huai is a top-notch killer in the world of martial arts. He fell to this level because of a conspiracy plotted by people in the world of martial arts.
If he hadn't met Sang Yu, he would have been captured and tortured like in the original plot. Although he would not die and eventually became the best in the world, the process of being imprisoned was worse than death.
Now, Sang Yu took people back to the palace and immediately called the imperial doctor.
His body was covered with bloody sword wounds. The palace servants poured basin after basin of blood before finally stopping his bleeding.
After putting on clean clothes, Sang Yu sat by the dragon couch and looked at the sleeping Mu Huai. The more she looked at it, the happier she felt.
Afraid that something might happen to him, she personally guarded the dragon bed. In the middle of the night, she felt really sleepy, so she leaned against the edge of the bed and fell asleep.
In the darkness, Mu Huai, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes. His dangerous gaze swept across the unfamiliar palace and finally landed on Sang Yu.
He was actually very tired, but as a killer, he had to stay alert at all times, so he didn't completely faint.
Naturally, he also knew about Sang Yu's rescue.
Now, looking at the person guarding him, he quietly approached her, looked at her slender white neck, and quietly exposed his fangs.
He was betrayed by the person he trusted most and fled all the way. Everyone he met wanted his life, and no one could be trusted.
She must be like that too.
He slowly came closer, stretched out his hand, and just when he was about to cover her slender neck, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose.
It's the smell of her body.
Now, his body is also stained with this smell. It is not unpleasant, and it seems to have the illusion of comfort.
Thinking of the gentle response I heard when I was unconscious.
He hesitated a little, his hand stopped in mid-air and made no move.
Sang Yu seemed to be in a dream, subconsciously raising her hand and holding his hand, "Don't be afraid, I will save you."
That hand patted his hand, and the temperature in her palm was warm and comfortable.
Mu Huai's tight hands slowly relaxed, and he narrowed his eyes, the murderous intent in his eyes wavering.
Maybe she is different from those people...
Okay, let's spare her life for now and kill her tomorrow.
Mu Huai thought like this and held her hand, preventing her from having the slightest chance to attack him. Then he changed his position, finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In the dim light of the morning, Mu Huai felt something rubbing against his face. As a killer, his vigilance suddenly exploded to the extreme. He suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the "murderous" hand, and pressed him down. Under the body.
"Are you looking for death?" Because of the violent movements, the wounds on his body had begun to ooze blood, but he didn't seem to be in any pain and stared at Sang Yu.
"I just want to help you wipe your face." Sang Yu raised the washcloth in his hand, his eyes a little innocent.
(End of chapter)
