I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 1506
The feather arrow pierced Li Aotian's strong back.

Blood gushed out.

"Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang." The sweet smell of blood hit Li Yushu's heart.

His tall body forcibly supported it.

Back, numbness remains after the pain.

He cannot fall.

Never fall down.

If he falls down, what will his sweetheart do?

So, he can't fall!
Li Aotian hugged Xiao Yushu tightly, fearing that others would hurt her, he growled: "Partridge."

Partridge's eyes were already scarlet.

Seeing that his master was injured, he drew out his long sword and shielded it in front of them. His scarlet eyes were stained with murderous intent: "Stop! Everyone! If anyone dares to make trouble again, I, the partridge, will block the murder, and the Buddha will block and kill the Buddha!"

When the common people saw that the emperor was injured, they were too scared to be themselves.

And there were piercing screams.

"Your Majesty, let's go, let's go, the subordinates are afraid that there will be other ambushes around." Partridge helped Li Aotian.

'calling'

The neighing of horses rose in the air.

A figure rushed over from the crowd.

It's Murong Che!

He came galloping on horseback.

Dressed in a purple robe, he seemed like a purple-clothed god who descended from the sky, and his evil and handsome face was very dignified and serious.

Because Murong Che performed well in front of the people before, his appearance caused the people to shout loudly: His Royal Highness King Rong, thousand years old, thousand years old, thousand years old.

Murong Che frowned, somewhat unable to bear such an honor.

After all, uncle, the emperor, is still in front of him.

With a gloomy and handsome face, he walked towards Li Aotian and Xiao Yushu, and said to Partridge: "Partridge, help them into the carriage, the palace is too far away, and uncle is injured again, let's go to the palace first. "

"Yes, King Rong." Partridge said.

Although Li Aotian was injured, he was not so disabled that he became unconscious. He hugged Xiao Yushu from the beginning to the end, protecting Xiao Yushu, for fear that she would be hurt.

Even though he was injured, he didn't go up until Xiao Yushu got into the carriage.

"Uncle, hurry up." Murong Che urged, and he also got into the carriage, and the partridge drove the horse.

Murong Che glanced at Li Aotian's blood-soaked clothes, and frowned: "Uncle, hold on, we'll be there soon."

Xiao Yushu's hand gently touched his back.

Her fingertips trembled, and her fingertips were covered with wet blood: "Uncle Emperor, you are injured, what should you do?"

She was nervous and looked at Li Aotian anxiously, holding his arm with her small hand.

Li Aotian's face is pale, his lips have no color, his voice is a little weak: "Don't be afraid, Yushu, I'm fine, it's just a little injury."

"Lie, liar, you lied to me again, what a small injury." Li Yushu's small hand grasped his big palm: "I can see it, you are bleeding."

"Bleeding is normal, there is no need to make a fuss." Li Aotian smiled, pretending to be okay.

"Uncle Emperor." Yushu choked up, looking at Li Aotian with red eyes.

He didn't dare to face Li Yushu's straight eyes, for fear that his weak eyes would reveal everything, so he closed his eyes.

The partridge was driving the carriage desperately ahead.

It took only half a cup of tea to reach the palace.

Partridge and Murong Che helped Li Aotian off the carriage.

The housekeeper was terrified when he saw this scene: "What's wrong with the emperor?"

"Hurry up, call Langzhong, the emperor is injured." Murong Che said.

They helped Li Aotian to the room, Yushu bent down and took off the satin boots for him, Li Aotian lay on the couch and waited for the doctor to come.

(End of this chapter)