I have a cub with a tyrant

Chapter 92 The Southern Tour
The river wind blew the flags fluttering, and the cabin on the first floor of the warship responsible for the safety of the Southern Patrol Fleet, all the nine people captured alive were detained here.

Sangzi, the most skilled martial artist, trembled all over his body, closed his eyes and dared not look at the iron plate again, even though he was no longer tortured, the pain that penetrated the bone marrow seemed to be engraved in the depths of his soul.

He Lianjing had already changed into a snow-white robe after taking a bath, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she fell on Sangzi's pair of black and purple deformed and distorted legs, her slender knuckles were slightly white.

"So there is no way to regenerate legs in this world?"

A deep voice sounded, and the air was filled with frost. Except for Sangzi, everyone else couldn't bear to faint completely. The guarding soldiers lowered their heads and dared not look directly at Helian Jing.

Sangzi opened his eyes and stared at Helian Jing's extremely beautiful face. Under the extreme torture, his eyesight had become blurred and his mind was blurred. The wrinkled face under the white hair was extremely terrifying.

"Haha... Of course not, there is a way to prolong life, but it will become a lunatic like me."

For hundreds of years, Sangzi somehow regained consciousness and can walk normally, but her legs no longer resemble human legs.

"Continue to torture, and if you die, throw it into the river to feed the fish." He Lianjing firmly restrained the urge to kill her with his own hands, retracted his gaze, restrained the emotion that was as dark as an abyss in his eyes, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his hands.

"ah!!!"----

Sangzi's eyeballs burst open, blood splashed on the soldiers, and she passed out from the pain.

Immediately, someone came forward to pour various soups and medicines on her, and pricked her body with needles.

Sangzi soon woke up in pain, and continued to endure the torment of poking bones and ashes until her body could no longer bear it, and she ushered in the final death.

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Near dusk, in the third-floor cabin of the Tiangong ship.

Mu Shiyu lay on his side on the bed, his wrists and ankles were bandaged with medicine by the imperial doctor, and He Lianchuan personally took care of his waist.The body is only covered with a very light feather quilt, the ink hair is dripping beside the pillow, the skin is like snow, and the eyebrows are picturesque.

Due to the serious injury on her waist, she couldn't touch the water for the time being and couldn't take a bath, so Jiang came in and wiped her body.

When leaving, he glanced at He Lianchuan who was standing by the window and didn't dare to look back, stopped in his tracks, hesitated to speak, and finally left.

She believed that Mu Shiyu was sensible enough that the daughter of the Mu family would never be a concubine. Since she had chosen to be the emperor, she would naturally also be the queen.

After Jiang left, He Lianjing ran in again, ignoring He Lianchuan who was standing by the window, lying on the edge of the bed and looking at Mu Shiyu eagerly.

He Lianchuan's body was slightly stiff, and he hadn't figured out how to face this sudden son.

He clenched his palms tightly to avoid recalling the dark pictures of the past, and he was even more afraid of suddenly falling ill in front of his most important two people.

Mu Shiyu couldn't bear to see the majestic Northern Emperor standing so alone by the window, and planned to help him, so he pinched He Lianjing's face lightly, and said softly:

"Ah Jing, he already knows your identity, just like his mother back then, he couldn't accept it for a while."

He Lianjing's eyes lit up, he looked back at He Lianchuan, thought for a while, took out the mechanism bird with broken wings from his cuff, and walked towards him with a smile.

"Father, can you fix this for me?"

This "Father Emperor" yelled so smoothly that He Lianchuan's heart trembled when he heard it.

He lowered his head awkwardly, and saw that the damaged wing was exactly where he had pinched it last time. He shifted his gaze to He Lianjing's admiring eyes, pursed his lips, leaned over to take the mechanism bird, and carefully repaired the wing.

"All right."

He Lianchuan stretched out his hand, and the mechanism bird fluttered its wings and flew up again.

He Lianjing was very happy, gave He Lianchuan a hug, and said very seriously:
"Father, mother is much stronger than you, accept the reality earlier, but don't make her angry."

Mu Shiyu chuckled, He Lianchuan lowered his head to stare at He Lianjing, and reached out to touch his baby-fat little face.

Thinking back carefully, he missed too much, and he can't blame Mu Shiyu, she tried several times and gave him a chance to get in touch with He Lianjing.

But he acted so disgusted with children...

He Lianchuan seemed to be lost in memory, Mu Shiyu didn't make things difficult for him, and let He Lianjing leave first.

After the door was closed, she wrapped herself in a feather quilt, propped herself up and sat up, looking at the figure by the window, her smile gradually dissipated.

"What are you thinking about?"

Mu Shiyu didn't tell He Lianchuan that she would vomit blood and die in the future, but only told him that a powerful and mysterious enemy captured the palace.

After all, she has already changed the future, she will no longer be the same as another "her" in the future, and she will not let He Lianchuan go on the road of sacrificing herself, so why say it to make him sad.

He Lianchuan walked towards the bed, seeing Mu Shiyu's expression became more and more serious, sitting on the edge of the bed, stretching out his hand to gently embrace her, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

"I'm thinking of you. Feelings are the only thing I can't control. It's different from this world. The more I have, the more I'm afraid of losing."

Feelings that are out of control will become more and more crazy. When he smelled the smell of another man on Mu Shiyu's body, he couldn't suppress the bloodthirsty killing intent with all his strength.

Even if that person is his uncle, knowing that nothing will happen to the two of them, he still can't help but want him to disappear completely.

Mu Shiyu tried his best to analyze He Lianchuan's inner thoughts, and found that he still lacks a sense of security. He is not afraid of losing his country, because he is confident that no one can take it away from him.

The feelings are different and too complicated, not to mention the family affection that he has never felt before.

Although she lost her mother since she was a child, she has been growing up under the love of her father and grandmother. She dares to own and is not afraid of losing. He Lianchuan is fundamentally different from her.

In order to divert his attention, she wrapped the quilt tightly and kissed him lightly on the lips, dispelling the uncertainty in his heart, extremely gentle.

He Lianchuan breathed slightly, and withdrew some strength from the hand holding her, looking at Mu her eyes smiling like crescent moons, with indescribable tenderness.

The repeatedly suspicious heart seemed to be blowing a breeze in the sea of ​​flowers, every pore was ironed and comfortable, and the complicated emotions were swept away.

"Mu Shiyu..."

"Ah."

"The position of queen can only be yours."

"it is good."

Mu Shiyu smiled dotingly, the Mu family are all infatuated, and the news has already spread.

Identifying this person is a lifetime.

When Mu Qiyin was young, handsome, suave, and a war god general, countless beauties fell in love with him, but he didn't even look at him.

Finally, a woman disregarded her shame and took off her clothes in front of him, but Mu Qiyin ran to his wife's grave and cried.

Just because he was afraid that his wife would be angry and jealous, he never entered his dream again.

It was also after this incident that Jiang never said anything about asking him to find a gentle and virtuous person for the rest of his life.

He Lianchuan's heart seemed to be scalded by Mu Shiyu's scorching and determined eyes, beating extremely fast.

"Ah Jing is right. I am suspicious by nature, and you are far stronger than me." He Lianchuan hated his former self a little, and relaxed a little considering the injury on her waist.

"No matter what happened in the past, the future can be expected."

There was a smile on the corner of Mu Shiyu's mouth, seeing the distress in He Lianchuan's eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he thought of He Lianchuan who liked acting at first.

Everyone in the world likes to watch the fall of the gods, but she doesn't.

She wants to become a god herself, to protect her beloved god and get rid of those demons who covet him.

Let him be admired by the world forever, without any worries.

He Lianchuan buried his head on her neck, and Mu Shiyu stroked his silky long hair that was loose behind him, felt the slight trembling of his eyelashes and his slightly hot breath, and said slowly:
"There are existences in this world far beyond our imagination, and we must be more cautious in everything. Ah Jing's identity cannot be revealed yet."

"Hmm." He Lianchuan raised his head and stared into Mu Shiyu's eyes, the thousands of words in his heart, and all kinds of vows he wanted to say, all turned into strong and sincere emotions overflowing from his eyes.

Mu Shiyu looked at He Lianchuan who didn't realize how deceptive he was, and put a little force on his back.

(End of this chapter)