Qi Linchen walked in from outside the hall.
The tattered robe fluttered in the wind, revealing wounds of varying sizes. The overflowing demonic energy fell to the ground, turning into intermittent bloodstains.
The corner of Ye Yunhe's mouth twitched. It turned out that even the dignified Demon Lord would bleed when injured?
It is a rare spectacle that is rarely seen in the world.
Before she could react, the opponent turned into a wisp of mist, pinched her and broke through the roof, attacking her with fierce and brutal moves.
"Right Protector! Right Protector!"
"Master Demon is mighty!"
The two men fought fiercely in the clouds, with lightning and thunder. The demons below were more excited than each other, shouting and cheering continuously.
After fighting for nearly an hour, a dark figure covered in wounds slowly fell from mid-air. Su Ci hurried forward to catch him.
Qi Linchen's body was completely covered with wounds.
He had been stabbed and sword-wounded before at Xuantian Gate, and just now he was whipped by Ye Yunhe, with blood and flesh turned outward, which was shocking.
Demonic energy overflowed from the wound, as if it had its own consciousness, wrapping Su Ci tightly.
"My Lord...it hurts..."
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and there was a wet gleam in the corners of his eyes.
He raised his hand and took out a glittering object from his arms, and handed it to Su Ci with trembling fingers: "Glass tripod, I brought it back to you, do you like it?"
"I like it, I do like it... Why are you fighting when you're so injured? I didn't drink his wine. Stop talking, I'll take you back to heal your wounds and rest."
Su Ci put away the glass tripod, avoided his hideous wound, picked up Qi Linchen and walked towards his bedroom.
Ye Yunhe, who was holding a whip, fell to the ground and pointed at Qi Linchen in amazement and asked.
"What happened to him? Is his internal injury recurring?"
The confused low-level demon rolled his eyes and asked, "Didn't the Right Protector beat him up himself? Why are you pretending to be clueless when you know the truth?"
Didn’t you see that Fairy Su Ci was heartbroken?
Ye Yunhe pointed at his nose, incredulous: "You guys are saying I hurt him? What a joke, I didn't even touch the corner of his clothes!"
To prove that she was not lying, she waited until Su Ci walked away before unbuttoning her shirt.
His back, which was beaten black and blue, was exposed, and several broken bone nails were stuck in the snow-white skin, which was extremely glaring. It was obviously the work of Qi Linchen.
Most of the men in the palace were her male favorites who had had sexual relations with her, so she didn't have to worry about them.
When many male favorites saw Ye Yunhe injured, their eyes immediately turned red and they rushed forward to help her remove the nails and heal her wounds.
The man who was singing the opera was a mortal and could not help much, so he just stood by and acted as a military advisor.
"The Right Guardian made a mistake. The Demon Lord used the trick of inflicting pain on himself. You were also injured, so why are you trying to act healthy? Fairy Su will only make the Demon Lord feel more distressed."
Ye Yunhe thought about it for a moment and felt that what this person said made sense. It was Qi Linchen who was wrong in the beginning when he picked up the sword to hit her, but after the attack he deliberately played the victim, which made her become the villain.
She raised her hand to dismiss everyone.
"Everyone, go away. I won't treat this injury. Leave two of you who know how to make up. Make the wound look more serious and put more powder on your face. The paler the better."
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Su Ci carried Qi Linchen all the way back to the bedroom.
He felt light and airy, as if all his weight had dissipated along with the demonic energy from the wound. His face was as pale as gold paper, his lips were bloodless, and he shivered with pain.
Su Ci is a medicine cultivator and knows some prescriptions for healing demons, but he is still short of a few medicinal ingredients.
She took off Qi Linchen's blood-stained clothes, treated his wound briefly, and was about to get up to ask Mu Feng and the others for medicinal herbs when her wrist was grabbed.
"Your Excellency is here, don't even think about escaping."
Against the backdrop of the night pearl, his deep pupils glowed with a faint purple light, like a bottomless swamp that was about to swallow her completely.
Su Ci touched his forehead which was covered with cold sweat.
"Don't worry, I'll ask someone to get you some medicine. I'll be back soon. The pain will go away after you take the medicine."
Qi Linchen stared at her, not letting go.
"Your Excellency doesn't eat."
He was still angry. How come several hours had passed and she was still not worried about Mo Yu?
He was so anxious that he even had the mind to drink and have fun with the Right Protector. How on earth were those eloquent pretty boys better than him? He was going to make a scene!
Su Ci sat on the edge of the bed, poking his cold and hard cheekbones, then lifted his long eyelashes, wiping away the wet little pearls on them, and moistening her fingertips with warmth.
"How can I get better without taking medicine?"
Qi Linchen didn't want to listen to her lecture, so he turned his back and moved inward, looking very resistant.
Why hasn't she remembered it yet?
Is it so difficult to ask Mo Yu?
After waiting for a while, there was still no one behind him. Qi Linchen looked back and saw that she was supporting her head and moving it up and down, her forehead almost hitting the edge of the bed.
He patted the pillow in dissatisfaction.
"The bed is so big, can't you sleep on it yourself? You have to ask me to let a wounded man sleep on a cold bed. Do you think it's good for your recovery?"
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