[BL MTL] I'm pitiful, I'm pretending [quickly wear]

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better way," the system put its hands on its hips, it will never be accepted by Rong Huai again. Deception, it has already seen through Rong Huai: "You just like to see Yan Zhuo go crazy because of you, it's a bad idea." Rong Huai's lips curved: "I didn't expect you to grow up too." The system was very proud, just when it was

planning

to Continuing to brag, it saw Yan Zhuo walking over with several bloody and round things in his hand. It was so frightened that it retracted its head backstage.

The imperial doctor was also well-informed, but when he saw the meat ball in Yan Zhuo's hand at close range, he was still frightened, let alone Qin Liangqi, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Before he could recover from the shock of Rong Huai actually helping Yan Zhuo block the sword, Yan Zhuo casually threw the meat balls at his feet. A chill immediately rushed to his forehead, and he was so scared that his scalp exploded. I wanted to jump out of my wheelchair on the spot.

Yan Zhuo didn't even look at him. He just stared at the imperial doctor with his blood-red eyes and asked, "How is your majesty?" The imperial doctor

helped Rong Huai draw his sword, stop the bleeding, and applied more than ten kinds of expensive plasters. He was so busy that he was sweating. , under Yan Zhuo's gaze, his whole body was under tremendous pressure. He couldn't help but bend his knees and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty has a sword in his heart, and he is in danger. I have tried my best... Your Majesty's good people have their own destiny. , I will definitely be able to survive this."

Yan Zhuo shook his body.

What a hopeless statement to put your hope in that auspicious people will have their own destiny.

Rong Huai lost too much blood and relied on his willpower to hold on until he came. His eyelids were half closed tiredly, and he felt Yan Zhuo carefully hold him in his arms. He stretched out his hand and touched Yan Zhuo's chest gently: "Don't worry. , I will be fine..."

Yan Zhuo covered his heart with his slender, cold palm: "I believe you."

From now on, I will believe whatever you say.

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Rong Huai was in a coma for nearly a week. The sword cut off half of his heart veins. If it were an inch off, his heart would be penetrated on the spot. In the face of such a huge physical trauma, no matter how strong his mental power was, Couldn't wake up for a while.

The entire Imperial Hospital always lives in Weiyang Palace, and Yan Zhuo asks them to come over from time to time to check their health and check their condition. He stared blankly at the person on the bed: "Your Majesty just... did your fingers move?" "Your Majesty didn't move, General

. I'm afraid I'm hallucinating again." The imperial doctors repeated the same words tirelessly. Upon hearing their negative answers, Yan Zhuo's face became colder and colder. Pressure accumulated in the huge inner hall, as if the air swimming inside had become thinner. The imperial doctors knelt on the ground, not even daring to breathe.

In the current palace, Yan Zhuo covers the sky with one hand.

His Majesty was seriously injured and his life and death were unknown. The civil and military officials in the court were in panic. They were all present at the scene and saw with their own eyes that Rong Huai was penetrated through the chest and his whole body was stained with blood. They saw that His Majesty did not wake up for a week. Most of them were Everyone speculated that he would never wake up again, and some cautious people couldn't help but form cliques and rush to stand in line, all thinking that by supporting another disciple of the clan to rise to power, they would also have the power to follow the dragon.