"Oh no, Ye Zhihan has overused his spiritual power and is seriously injured. He must be treated quickly!" Fat Tao's little face turned red because of the injury, and she was running around anxiously.
"Fatty, do you still have honey pills?" Mingluo pulled it. Fatty's body still hadn't recovered. It looked flat and pitiful.
"I can't take out the honey pill now. I was burned by the lava." Fat Peach said aggrievedly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Mingluo then remembered that creatures like fat peaches are very sensitive to temperature. If it is too hot, they will become dehydrated, and if it is too cold, they will freeze. In the past, Muli burned a large number of fat peaches to death by using fire.
Mingluo held Fatty in his arms and said softly, "I'm sorry I didn't notice you were injured."
Fatty shook her head obediently, rubbing her eyes with tears as she consoled Mingluo, "At this critical moment of life and death, you couldn't even notice your own injuries. Don't blame yourself."
Ming Luo touched Fat Peach, his mind racing. Fat Peach would not be able to recover for a while, so instead of waiting to die, it would be better to find a way to survive. The three of them were now at the border of the demon clan, and further south was the dragon clan. Now they could only try to go to the dragon clan.
No matter what, they must leave the demon territory as soon as possible, otherwise they are likely to encounter greater danger.
The weather turned cloudy, dark clouds gradually gathered, and fine drizzle fell on Mingluo's tired face. She had no time to shelter from the rain and could only sit on the ground, enduring the pain in her upper abdomen, and laboriously took out the vine boat, dragging Ye Zhihan into the boat bit by bit.
Unexpectedly, just as they were about to leave, a strange male voice sounded behind them: "You want to leave now? Where is the face of our demon race?"
Ming Luo looked back and saw a young man in gorgeous clothes and a silver crown looking at them arrogantly. Behind him followed a group of fully armed and majestic soldiers.
If Ming Luo guessed correctly, these people should also be from the demon tribe who came to encircle and suppress them. Judging from his clothes, he does not look like a military general, and is very likely a prince or noble of the demon tribe.
"What do you want?" Ming Luo responded bluntly. Since he was a member of the demon clan, there was no need to be polite.
"Why are there only two disabled people like you coming out? Where is my sister?" The young man looked around and didn't see anyone else.
Could he be the royal brother of the unruly little princess?
Mingluo then remembered that there was an arrogant princess on the chessboard. She was knocked unconscious by him and probably fell into the sea of fire with Bei Liangyi.
If it were the Ming Luo of the past, she would definitely feel sorry for the little princess at this moment, but now she would not feel any unnecessary regret at all. If the little princess had not forced them into a desperate situation, she would not have died in the sea of fire.
The silver-crowned youth chuckled disdainfully and said contemptuously, "She's incompetent anyway. I'll be the one to clean up this mess."
After saying that, the young man with the silver crown sent people to surround Ming Luo and Ye Zhihan.
"What exactly do you want?" Ming Luohu stood in front of Ye Zhihan, his eyes bloodshot, staring angrily at the people around him.
"I only want the cross-border person. Don't worry, I won't hurt him. I just want to talk to him about cooperation." The young man with the silver crown said, standing behind the soldier.
Talking to a seriously injured patient who is in a coma, even a three-year-old child would not believe this lie.
Because Mingluo consumed too much spiritual power on the chessboard, the little tiger's attack also consumed a lot of her spiritual power. Finally, she overused her spiritual power to fly out with Ye Zhihan, so now the spiritual power in her body is almost exhausted, and she has no ability to fight against this group of people.
"Go!" the young man with the silver crown gave the order.
Five soldiers rushed up. Ming Luo sat on the ground holding a small dagger, hugging Ye Zhihan tightly, his bright eyes full of hostility.
However, the soldiers did not care about Ming Luo's reaction. They kicked Ming Luo away and dragged Ye Zhihan away from Ming Luo's hands directly. Their movements were rough and they did not care about his injuries at all.
Ming burst into tears, pulling at Ye Zhihan's clothes and refusing to let go.
One of her ribs was broken and she felt severe pain in her upper abdomen. One of her legs was broken by Bei Liangyi's Heizi, and the other leg was burned by the magma giant. She really didn't have the strength to stand up and fight.
But she would absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not let go of Ye Zhihan!
The rain got heavier, and bean-sized raindrops fell on Mingluo's face, on the muddy ground, and even hit her almost desperate heart.
The young man with the silver crown frowned and looked at the girl lying on the ground covered in mud with disgust. He waved his hand in dissatisfaction, signaling his subordinates to deal with Ming Luo as they pleased.
The soldiers swung their swords at Ming Luo, who was lowering his head and pulling Ye Zhihan, not noticing the crisis above his head at all.
Fat Peach was already burned by the lava, but it rushed over and knocked away the soldiers wielding weapons, and then it flew out and hit the ground and fainted completely.
"You little bastard, you dare to ruin my business!" The burly soldier picked up his weapon and kicked Fat Tao again, then swung his weapon and chopped at Ming Luo again.
Ye Zhihan opened his eyes slightly and saw Ming Luo's tear-filled eyes. His pretty little face now looked disheveled.
The soldier's knife was about to fall on Ming Luo. Ye Zhihan used up his last bit of strength, transformed into a shadow and covered Ming Luo, blocking the knife for her.
"Ming Luo..." Ye Zhihan's eyes were tender and gentle to the extreme, and his ice-blue eyes were as fascinating as the blue sky.
Afterwards, his eyes closed completely, his body temperature became lower and lower, and no matter how Mingluo called him, he could not be woken up.
"Ye Zhihan! Ye Zhihan! Don't die...Ye Zhihan..." Ming Luo's voice was hoarse, and something seemed to be about to explode in his head.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The raindrops fell on Mingluo's face, causing him great pain in the head. He fell down and fainted.
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