The evil king protects the short

Chapter 172

"Strange! It's so strange!" Just when Zong Zehong lost his mind and couldn't accept the facts, Cang Yun raised his brows and sighed suspiciously.

Zong Zehong felt his throat was dry and unable to speak, he leaned against the dragon bed and looked at Cang Yun.

"Its heartbeat is still there."

This sentence suddenly eased Zong Zehong's heavy heart.

"It's impossible to have a heartbeat but not breathe!"

Cang Yun stroked his beard tangled, the spiritual power in his dantian was continuously seeping into the little Huanhu's body.

Suddenly, Cang Yun seemed to have discovered something, and looked at Zong Zehong in surprise, "Your Majesty, when did Xiao Ling'er succeed in building the foundation?"

Cang Yun couldn't believe the success of foundation building in just over one month.

Zong Zehong was also taken aback, "I don't know." Looking at the little magic fox again, did it succeed in building its foundation?

When did it happen?Every time he asked if it was successful, it always answered him no with a look of frustration, how could it be successful?
"Will something happen to it?" The most important thing now is not the establishment of the foundation, but when his spirit will wake up.

Cang Yun withdrew his spiritual power, closed his eyes and shook his head, "I only know that it is not dead, and I don't know anything else."

This time, even the national teacher, who has always been supernaturally powerful, was stumped.

The little Huanhu was in a coma, and everyone was worried and trembling, because since the little Huanhu was born, everyone knew that the emperor's mood had always followed the little Huanhu.

If the little magic fox is good, the emperor will be in a good mood, and they will live comfortably. If the little magic fox is not good, the emperor will be furious, and they will be implicated miserably.

Not long after, all the eunuchs and maids retreated quietly outside the palace.

But the national teacher Cang Yun left a sentence "Don't worry too much, Your Majesty, first observe for a few days before talking", and left helplessly and helplessly.

In the huge bedroom, high-quality agarwood was placed in the furnace, and the air was filled with warm fragrance. Zong Zehong, with a worried expression on his face, embraced the little phantom fox, leaning on the side of the bed, as if waiting for it to wake up.

On this day, a lot of things happened in the palace.

The interior of the library collapsed and became a mess.

The emperor entered Weiyang Palace angrily, and ordered people to hold Princess An's [-]th board on the spot, and ordered that no one in the imperial hospital was allowed to enter Weiyang Palace for diagnosis and treatment.

As for Zong Zehong's Jinluan Palace, the atmosphere was oppressive, and no one dared to bother the people in the palace. They didn't even have the guts to bring dinner inside.

Time flies, three days have passed.

The little Huanhu didn't wake up, and Zong Zehong's cold face added a chill to the cold winter months.

In the past three days, the maids and eunuchs in charge of Jinluan Palace have all acted arrogantly. No one knows when the Ziyun Huanhu who suddenly fell into a coma will wake up, or...will never wake up. up?

And no one knows that the reason why Ziyun Huanhu fell into a coma was because Ni Ling read the forbidden spell that day and released the mana sealed in the depths of his soul. It takes such a violent burst of mana to fall into a coma.

She Ni Ling is the Supreme God of the God Realm, the only descendant of Xuanling. Although she is scolded by Xuanling for being stupid every day, her mana has reached the level of a god. She is a leader among the gods. If it was changed to a normal body, all the mana would come out of the body the moment Ni Ling was lifted, and the body would burst and die, which is extremely dangerous.

But at this moment, Ziyun Huanhu was sleeping, while Ni Ling's primordial spirit was fully awake.

(End of this chapter)