I have a cub with a tyrant

Chapter 116
The Qingxin Hall where Xun Wu lives is the tallest building in Qingshan Taoist Temple, and under the Chain Bridge is a Baizhang abyss with fast-flowing water.

In summer, there are many torrential rains in the south. When the heavy rain from the upper reaches sweeps across, the water level in the lower reaches soars, and the light green water turns into a turbid earth color.After the thunder and lightning struggled and roared in the thick clouds, the torrential rain poured down overwhelmingly.

Mu Shiyu couldn't see anything.

Boundless fear spread in the darkness, and she really wanted to follow the rope back to He Lianchuan's embrace.

But Xun Wu would never let her go.

Sensing He Lianchuan's approach, he soberly cut the rope wrapped around his waist, and jumped back in a diving posture.

Xun Wu didn't expect Mu Shiyu to be so decisive, he tightened his hand holding Fuchen, and finally let her disappear from sight.What he doesn't know, he will never let others know.

He Lianchuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the whole world froze, instantly turning into black and white, only the figure falling in the wind and rain had jumped down the mountain stream with her when he realized it.

"Mu Shiyu!!!"

Jin Wuwei reacted very quickly, and at the moment He Lianchuan jumped down, he pulled him back with a rope, and knelt together to plead guilty.

Tens of thousands of troops were assembled on both sides of the Qinghe River, deploying nets to intercept them at intervals.

He Lianjing cried while holding Heitan on the shore looking for clues that might be left behind.

three days later.

Heitan's claws were worn out, and Helianjing was forcibly sent back to the palace by Helianchuan, while he continued to search downstream.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

He Lianchuan dived into the water countless times, turned over every possible place where he might be caught, his hands were already covered in bruises.

Every time he went ashore, his dark blue and luxurious robes were torn and covered with mud, sand and blood.

Chang Gongjian was very worried when he saw it, but he didn't have the guts to persuade him.

July [-]st of the first year of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

Chief Inspector Mu Shiyu disappeared in Qingshan, Northern Emperor He Lianchuan searched unsuccessfully for seven days, fell ill, and ended his southern tour ahead of schedule.

He Lianjing was also sick, and the temperature on his body was astonishingly hot. He Lianchuan dragged his sick body to take care of He Lianjing himself. The temperature finally went down, and he heard him mumbling unconsciously:

"Today is my birthday, mother... where are you..."

The sky is bright.

He Lianchuan covered Helian Jing with a quilt, and when he got up he staggered in a daze.

Back in the bedroom, He Lianchuan walked towards the praying lotus lantern with heavy steps.

He Lianchuan has lost a lot of weight visible to the naked eye, and his loose dark blue satin clothes are more slender. His long hair like a waterfall is scattered behind him, and a few disobedient strands of hair hang down in front of him. He stretched out his hand and sat in the corner holding the lotus lantern .

The sapphire on the wrist looks fair, and the unparalleled handsome face is full of brokenness. From the exquisite and deep eyebrows, it can be seen that the soul that has nowhere to breathe is struggling in pain.

"I know, you are not dead."

He comforted himself, stood up, and walked towards the dark room with the lotus lantern in his hand.

The moment the darkroom door closed, a fishy sweetness rose in his throat.

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Mu Shiyu sat up and confirmed that his clothes were neatly dressed. Although he couldn't tell whether it was day or night, touching the comfortable and soft bedding proved that the situation was not as bad as expected.

After jumping off the chain bridge, relying on the excellent water quality, he swam along the direction with less sediment, but bumped into a raised stone and passed out.

"woke up?"

In the dark world, a cold and distant voice approached her along with the sound of a wheelchair passing by on the ground, and the smell of medicine mixed with the faint fragrance of epiphyllum wafted in the air.

Mu Shiyu groped, and the quilt seemed to be spread on the ground, with wooden boards on the edge and waterproof tarpaulin underneath. He retracted his hand and said calmly:

"King of Beijing?"

"The ears are quite good." He Lianjing took Mu Shiyu's hand and handed her the medicine bowl, "The Gu poison on your body is almost cleared up, but the Gu poison that causes blindness is rare, and I almost Things can detoxify you."

After confirming that it was Queen Beijing, Mo Shiyu felt relieved, smelling the medicine in the bowl, it was full of life-saving herbs.

"Thank you." There were too many questions to ask, so she chose to drink the medicine first.

Mu Shiyu drank the medicine in one gulp, and with the faint fragrance in the air, he determined the general direction of Helian Jing.

Just as I was about to ask out the doubts in my heart, I heard him say slowly:

"Xiao Jiu has been looking for you for a long time. After falling ill, he took Ah Jing back to Beijing. You have an extremely rare dormant Gu in your body, and you only found a solution in this deep mountain today."

"Ill? Is it serious?" Mo Shiyu's heart suddenly picked up, as if being pricked by a needle, the pain was intense, and it was difficult to breathe, "Seven days have passed..."

He Lianjing stared at the strange red lines in the corners of Mu Shiyu's eyes, reached out to touch them, and the lines faded a little as if they were alive.

After his hand left, the crimson lines returned to the corners of her eyes, as if the former dancer in the portrait painted makeup.

not ugly.

On the contrary, there is a kind of soul-stirring beauty.

He withdrew his hand and said calmly: "Xiao Jiu is not seriously injured. Half a month ago, someone pretended to be the guard of the palace and went to Qingshan. I sent someone to follow him to see what he was going to do, but he made up that A Jing was my child. I want to sow discord."

"..." On the Chain Bridge, Mu Shiyu heard He Lianchuan say that someone was sowing discord, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous, so he withdrew his thoughts and asked:
"Where are we now? Haven't you returned to Syracuse? Have you told He Lianchuan that I'm still alive?"

The air is hot and humid, and she can distinguish the smell of rotting leaves in the deep mountains and old forests. She is sure that this does not belong to the scope of Syracuse.

In the boundless deep mountains, the simple camp and the carriage next to it were covered with various branches and leaves, which looked extremely hidden. Several guards stood guard on the trees, observing vigilantly.

"Encountered an ambush, and took a detour back to Xuecheng. Now we are in the Tianshu Mountains. After crossing the Tianshu Forest, we will be Xuecheng." Seeing Mu Shiyu rubbing his legs, He Lianjing tried to stand up and drive the wheelchair Getting closer, said:
"A lot of guards have been lost, and the remaining people can't get close to Qingshan. The consequences of rushing to convey the news are very serious."

"Okay, I see. As for the specific situation of Qingshan, I will tell you later."

Mu Shiyu stood up slowly, and immediately stood still after feeling a little dizzy, and then took a tentative step forward.

"Ah!" The feet were as limp as if they were stepping on cotton. After losing sight of things, their sense of balance decreased, and they fell forward, waving in the air indiscriminately, trying to grab something.

"You have been lying down for seven days, and your body is too weak. Don't rush to walk yet."

He Lianjing grabbed her waving hand, pulled her onto her unconscious leg, and wrapped her waist with the other hand to prevent her from falling.

"Sorry." Mu Shiyu was a little dazed, and supported his thin chest to get up.

He Lianjing glanced at the seemingly weak but powerful hand propped on his clothes, the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

In the weird atmosphere, Mu Shiyu pulled away Helian Jing's hand around her waist, his skinny legs were like two bamboo poles, she was worried that they would be broken.

With the help of the armrest of the wheelchair, she left Helian Jing's wheelchair and slowly sat on the ground beside her.

Although I can't see it, I can imagine the scene just now.

The long-lost embarrassment hit, Mu Shiyu scratched his head tactically, then calmed down, and tried to dredge his meridians by circulating his true energy.

(End of this chapter)