[BL MTL] I'm pitiful, I'm pretending [quickly wear]

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Chapter 131: General Crematorium for Me (11)

The eunuch fell into a great panic, and his knees went weak and he almost knelt down. Fortunately, he remembered that Rong Huai had ordered him to have the imperial doctor guard outside the palace door before the banquet, so he immediately asked the palace maid to send the imperial doctor.

The imperial doctor was waiting outside the palace gate, rolling and crawling very quickly.

Yan Zhuo's big palm tightly wrapped around Rong's arms, holding him tightly in his arms. His eyes were bloodshot and red, and his emotions were crazy and depressed. He didn't let go until the imperial doctor came over tremblingly.

Rong Huai's whole body was stained red with blood, and the huge wound on his chest was still bleeding out. Yan Zhuo looked at it, his eyes were about to burst, and his eyes were gradually penetrated by blood. On the contrary, Rong Huai His face was bloodless, and he gently tugged on Yan Zhuo's sleeve: "Those people, those assassins can't let go..."

Yan Zhuo couldn't listen to anyone's words now, but he could only listen to Rong Huai's.

He grabbed the imperial doctor's throat with his big palm, his eyes were red and hissed: "Your Majesty will definitely live a long life, do you understand? If he dies, this entire palace, including your life, will not be spared."

The imperial doctor was covered in cold sweat and had no choice but to swear a poisonous oath.

Yan Zhuo slowly let go of his hand and stood up unsteadily. The overwhelming anger in his chest almost tore his heart, and his eyes were full of violence and cruelty.

Seeing that Yan Zhuo's medicine had been cured so quickly, the group of assassins were also extremely horrified. They did not dare to linger, and they fought and retreated outside. This place was not in a deep palace, but in a palace in the mountains and forests. If they escaped to Outside the palace, you can fly far away.

They were about to arrive at the entrance of the temple.

Yan Zhuo recognized the short assassin who stabbed Rong Huai at a glance. The anger he had suppressed for a long time burst from his chest. The scene of Rong Huai lying in his arms, covered in blood, flashed through his mind, and his eyes seemed to be blurred. A layer of blood mist.

Just when the assassin thought he was about to escape, a big hand fell from the sky and clasped his head, like kneading dough, causing unbearable pain in his skull.

Turning a deaf ear to the painful screams in his ears, Yan Zhu crushed the bones and muscles of the man's body into pieces, and kneaded them into a ball of flesh.

Everyone present was horrified. No matter how determined the assassins were, they were shocked. They all stopped holding back and tried their best to escape from the Shura Hall.

But it's just in vain.

The imperial doctor was drawing the sword to stop the bleeding. Rong Huai was protected by many guards. His body was leaning on the large dragon chair, with his hands on the armrests. He looked across the sea of ​​people at the one-sided carnage in the palace, as if he felt uncomfortable. Feeling the pain in his body, there was a faint smile on his lips: "Yan Zhuo is so angry." "

...Host, you deliberately stimulated him again." The system said.

Rong Huai's voice was still very weak: "He doesn't believe me, so I can only use my life to make him believe it." "The host must have a