Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 455

Sitting on the edge of Fan Qingtian's bed, Li Mie quietly looked at Fan Qingtian lying on the bed.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't guess what Li Mie was thinking at the moment.

But Bu Hai stood behind the end of the bed, rubbing his hands nervously, and looked at Fan Qingtian worriedly.

There were two doctors standing behind Bu Hai. Although Fan Qingtian was now in a coma, the two doctors still didn't dare to vent their anger. They lowered their heads and trembled nervously.

Originally, he wanted to let Li Mie get out of the way and let the two doctors go to see how Fan Qingtian was hurt, but Li Mie said that Fan Qingtian would not die and there was no need to use these two doctors.

Knowing that Li Mie's ability is very strong, if Li Mie wants to heal Fan Qingtian, Fan Qingtian's life will not be in danger, but now Li Mie has been sitting here for a long time, and he didn't even think about it. To heal Fan Qingtian's intentions, how can this not give way to Hai's anxiety.

At this moment, Bu Hai really regretted letting Fan Qingtian go out alone, but he came back with such a serious injury. He wanted to ask what happened to Li Mie, but the atmosphere was too low now, and Bu Hai didn't dare to ask. From off.

I don't know how long it took, only a slight coughing sound came from inside the tent.

Hearing the sound of coughing, Bu Hai's face became excited, his eyes fixed on Fan Qingtian and he shouted anxiously, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

The eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and Fan Qingtian slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes was Li Mie's calm and emotionless face, Fan Qingtian couldn't help but frowned slightly, just about to speak, at this moment, Li Mie's cold voice said first, "Wake up."

"En." With a light reply, Fan Qingtian only felt his body was weak and weak, and his whole body was in great pain.

"Your Majesty, how are you? Are you alright?" Bu Hai couldn't help but stepped forward, and asked Fan Qingtian worriedly.

Looking at Bu Hai's anxious look, Fan Qingtian felt a little sorry for Bu Hai in his heart, and shook his head slightly, Fan Qingtian said weakly, "I'm fine, Eunuch Hai, how many things have caused the king to be injured?" Does anybody know?"

"Your Majesty, only the old slave and a few people know, what's the matter, Your Majesty?" Seeing that Fan Qingtian was injured, asking these things, and still worrying so much, Buhai couldn't help feeling sorry for Fan Qingtian.

Thinking that Fan Qingtian had never suffered such a serious injury since he was a child, at least, the injury he suffered would not make Fan Qingtian faint for so long.

"Cough cough, don't let out the matter of my king's injury, so as not to panic everyone." Looking up at the top of the camp, seeing that the sky was getting dark, Fan Qingtian continued weakly, "Tonight's Just continue with the celebration banquet."

"Your Majesty, you have been injured like this, and you are still worried about these things. This old slave will take care of these things." Bu Hai said reproachfully, but the words in his tone could not express his distress for Fan Qingtian.

Buhai also knew the purpose of Fan Qingtian's coming to Yunluoshan. In order to avoid panic, and someone wanted to take the opportunity to harm Fan Qingtian, so Li Mie came back with the seriously injured Fan Qingtian. Buhai had already ordered to see Fan Qingtian. People who are injured in the sky are not allowed to disclose the matter of Fan Qingtian's injury.

Looking at the doctor behind him, Bu Hai sternly said to the doctor, "Hurry up and show the king the injury, what are you doing here!"

Hearing Buhai's order, the two doctors tremblingly wanted to step forward, but at this moment they were interrupted by Fan Qingtian, "No need, this king's body understands by itself, you two should step back , what this king said, don’t let anyone know that this king is injured, don’t forget, otherwise your heads will be lost, so don’t blame this king.”

It has been a long time since he took the medicine that suppressed the changes in his body, and Fan Qingtian knew that as long as the doctor had some medical skills, he would be able to know that her pulse was skewed towards women.

Now her plan is only half completed, and it's not appropriate to reveal her identity, which will make her lick a lot of troubles.

Besides, Fan Qingtian also knew that with such an injury, he could recover quickly within half a month if he cultivated himself more and took a few pills.

Hearing Fan Qingtian's threatening words, the two doctors were so frightened that their souls almost dispersed. If they dared not listen to Fan Qingtian's words, they immediately knelt on the ground and assured Fan Qingtian, "Your Majesty, don't worry, my minister! It must not be disclosed.”

Raising his weak hand, Fan Qingtian waved for them to retreat.

After receiving Fan Qingtian's order, the two doctors escaped from Fan Qingtian's tent like rabbits.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian had repelled the doctor, Bu Hai sighed helplessly, looked at Fan Qingtian's robe covered in bright red blood with worried eyes and said, "Your Majesty, your injury is really not serious. Question?"

The hidden weapon stuck in Fan Qingtian's heart had already been disposed of by Li Mie. If Bu Hai still saw the hidden weapon stuck in Fan Qingtian's heart, then he would not let the doctor leave just like that.

His eyes lightly fell on Bu Hai, and then turned to Li Mie. Fan Qingtian's pale lips parted slightly, "I have something to talk to Li Mie, you go out and wait first, without my order, you are not allowed to wait." Anyone come in."

Looking at Fan Qingtian hesitantly, Bu Hai was obviously uneasy and left like this.

A reassuring smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Fan Qingtian continued in a weak voice, "Eunuch Hai, don't forget that even the King of Hades wouldn't dare take my life, so go."

Amused by Fan Qingtian's words, Bu Hai squeezed out a smile on his bitter face and said, "Okay, okay, this old slave listens to the king, if the king feels unwell, you must tell the old slave, ah."

"En." Facing Bu Hai's gentle jaw, Fan Qingtian responded lightly.

Looking back at Fan Qingtian in three steps, until Buhai walked out of the tent.

At this moment, only Li Mie and Fan Qingtian were left in the camp.

The atmosphere in the space where the two of them get along is getting weirder and quieter, and the quietness makes one's heart beat faster.

Taking out a elixir from the receiving space and taking it, Fan Qingtian rested his body to let the medicine's power evaporate in his body, so that he would not be so weak.

However, Fan Qingtian had already melted the elixir in his body, but he didn't intend to make a sound.

Seeing that Buhai had been out for quite a while, and Fan Qingtian hadn't spoken to him yet, Li Mie raised his pretty eyebrows slightly, and asked lightly, "Don't you have something to say to me?"

Looking up at the top of the tent, Fan Qingtian looked sideways at Li Mie, his calm eyes turned dark, and Fan Qingtian said in an unhappy tone, "What I want to tell you is that Li Mie's attack is really too harsh. .”

Hearing Fan Qingtian's reproachful words, the corners of Li Mie's mouth raised a slight arc, "I can't bear to hurt you, but in order to achieve the effect you want, I will not be ruthless, so how could Zuo Zhujin believe you? If you risk your life to save him, how can he be grateful to you?"

(End of this chapter)