Chapter 344

Now he has become a useless man. For him, a hundred years' punishment is more painful than ten thousand deaths.

"You remember." Gu Tiemo also said coldly that he dared to say, "if the punishment for a hundred years is not over, if he is accidentally let to die, the jailer in the dungeon will be buried with him!"

"Yes... Yes!"

The bodyguard agreed, trembling.

"Don't, don't, your majesty, I'm wrong!"

Thus, Xiao Cheng was dragged out of the inner hall in constant crying, leaving only a ferocious bloodstain.

The whole inner hall seemed to calm down.

Gu's face remained unchanged. Although he was a traitor, he was dressed in cloud brocade and white, but he was not stained with a trace of blood and killing.

Long white phalanx, covered with a thin layer of frost, the body temperature, has been cold for a long time, the forehead also leaching a lot of cold sweat.

"How are you, uncle Huang?"

Mo Qingge holds him in a hurry, showing a little worry.

His face, pale and haggard, like a broken kite, may be fragmented at any time, breathing a little heavy.

Just now, uncle Huang is also strong with poisonous hair, personally executed Xiao Cheng.

"No harm." His tone was indifferent. He glanced up at his Highness's yunmo and asked, "how's the war going in the East wilderness?"

"Lord, everything goes according to plan." Cloud Mo truthfully replied, "only, the number of people army, more than we expected."

This time, the Terran is well prepared, and is bound to win the East China Sea at one stroke.

So, it's a bit tricky.

"Well, if the order goes on, I will say that I have awakened and come to the battlefield of the eastern wilderness." Gu's voice sounds weak.

"Uncle Huang, you can't go now." Mo Qingge frowns slightly, worried about his body.

"I know."

He gave the order just to stabilize the morale of the army for the time being.

After a pause, he continued: "go down, and report the war situation with me once every other time!"

This time, the Terran is coming. He can't take it lightly.

"Yes

Led the life, cloud Mo left the inner hall in a hurry.

"Cough..." the next second, the throat of the sweet and bitter, finally unable to suppress, a mouthful of blood gushing out.

"Uncle Huang!"

Mo Qingge is very worried. He quickly supports him and pushes the screen of the inner hall away with a wave of his backhand.

Behind the screen is a soup pool that she has already prepared, with dense heat rising.

Holding Gu Mian Mo, she is in the hot spring soup pool. In the soup pool, there is a faint fragrance, which flows around the tip of the nose and into the tip of the heart.

Piercing cold, instantly spread all over the body, in the hot spring, can be relieved a little, but the limbs are still too cold to move, like ice.

The meridians of the whole body are breaking and breaking at a terrible speed!

Mo Qingge is also in the soup pool. He uses a silver needle to restrain the spreading cold poison for him. He looks a little dignified.

"Uncle Huang, isn't Bingpo incense solved? Why is the cold poison in your body getting more and more serious?" She was very worried.

"I don't know." Gu Mo said perfunctorily.

Although Bing Po Xiang has been detoxified, the poison in his body has spread to the deep, which has already aggravated the toxicity of cold poison.

In addition, not long ago, he spent a lot of essence to spend his life. The essence was weak and his constitution was still fragile. It was expected that the toxicity of cold toxin would increase.

But in front of the singer, he would not say these words.

"Song." He light mouth way, "the cold poison in my body, how long can restrain?"

He couldn't put it down in his heart and wanted to go to Donghuang himself.

"At least four or five hours." Mo Qingge also dare not say too full, "East wasteland there, you don't go, rest assured to Qing Yejun."

Is he still worried about the safety of Donghuang?

For a moment, Mo Qingge's heart was cut like a knife, which was very unpleasant.

She must become stronger as soon as possible, so that she can help Uncle Huang.

But now she can do nothing.

Gu's eyes were slightly closed, and his mind was still. The mysterious force in his body slowly condensed to suppress the outbreak of cold poison.

After that, every once in a while, someone would come in and report the war situation of the East famine.

At the beginning, the situation was fairly stable. Although the troops were not strong enough, they were able to cope with it reluctantly by relying on tactics.

Who knows, not long after that, the situation began to change.

"Your Majesty, I have just reported that the Chinese army in the East China Sea has been attacked

"Your Majesty, the formation is broken and the three armies are broken one by one by the people's army!"

"Your Majesty, just now, King Yan has stabilized the situation and led the three armed forces to break through the encirclement!"

"Your Majesty, the twenty-four XuanZhen of Donghuang has been broken!"

After that, the war reports became more and more disadvantageous, as if they had been reversed by the people's army with absolute superiority.

Gu Mian's ink eyes were like muddy jade, and his pupils were filled with the smell of evil indifference, mixed with a little uneasiness.

"The life front line, by defends primarily!"

So he gave the order.

"Yes

As long as Donghuang can drag on for a few more hours until he drives away, he will be sure to turn defeat into victory!

"Uncle Huang, you can sleep." Mo Qingge bit his lower lip and worried, "your meridians are breaking all the time. You need to rest and repair!"

"Nothing..."

Before he had finished his words, the silver needle of Mo Qing's singer fell on his back neck.

The next second, Gu felt black and fell asleep.

Mo Qingge fixed her eyes, looked at his delicate face, covered with a layer of cold weakness, and her mood became a group.

"Uncle Huang, I'm sorry. Ge'er made his own decision this time." Light voice, as if talking to himself.

The poison in Uncle Huang's body is very troublesome. He must have a rest. If he is still restless, I'm afraid it's more difficult to restrain him.

She knew that uncle Huang was thinking about Donghuang and the safety of the whole demon family.

But she just wanted her people to be safe.

Dense smoke, hovering in the sky, like fairy, like fantasy.

Mo Qingge hugged his body, his head gently against his chest, closed his eyes, as if all the years were quiet.

But she didn't sleep in the past. Overnight, she used acupuncture and moxibustion to suppress the cold poison.

The sky was dim and bright. At ten o'clock in the morning, the dim sky finally showed some gray light.

Gu mianmo leaned against the soup pool and fell asleep for a long time.

Finally, his narrow eyelashes moved slightly, and his phalanx began to regain consciousness.

See him move, Mo Qingge hold his palm, although still very cold, but began to gradually recover temperature.

Gu mianmo suddenly opened his eyes: "Song er..."

How did he sleep through?

Slightly attentive, he felt that the cold poison in his body had been suppressed a lot, and his consciousness gradually recovered.

"Uncle Huang, don't move." Mo Qingge whispered, and then put two needles in his chest.

"Song, when is it now?" Looking at the sky outside, he had an uncertain premonition.

How long has he been sleeping?