V2.Chapter 222

Yan Beicheng's eyes were full of anger, which was hidden in the depth of his pupil. His slender hand tilted slightly, and the tea cup seemed to be careless. "Bang" fell to the ground and broke in response to the sound. Where can we see the tiny cracks.

Yan Beicheng's face was not good at once and then drooped down. He waved his hand impatiently, "come on, come in and clean up."

The bodyguard first took a nervous look at the flowers on the street. Seeing that there was no influence, the bodyguard turned his face. The suspicion in his eyes had been replaced by disgust and said in a low voice: "Lord, it is not suitable to enter people at this time. The princess has also said that she must keep quiet."

Seeing the guard's attitude, Yan Beicheng wanted to be angry, but he glanced at the flowers on the stranger who was still seriously applying needles. Then he flattened his mouth and nodded reluctantly, "my king is silent, but you'd better keep your mouth closed."

When the bodyguard heard the speech, he just dared not to speak. He turned his head and ignored him.

Yanbei City eyes from the broken pieces of tea on the ground swept, the dark color of the eyes gradually thick.

After all, it was too impulsive, almost out of control. If found, years of hard work will be wasted.

With this in mind, he simply closed his eyes and forced himself not to look.

It is not difficult for the flower on the street. In addition, she is extremely devoted. Therefore, after Liu Zheng comes back, she just takes back the silver needle.

At that time, the toxicity of Yan Moli's body had been slowly flowing away. The toxicity that must occur every day came ahead of time, and was more painful than ever.

He fell down uncontrollably on the bed, his face in pain, and the blue veins on his neck were all rooted out, which showed the pain he had endured.

"Doctor Liu Yu and the bodyguard will help me hold him down." Seeing Yan Mo Li's eyes turning red gradually, he seems to be in a state of unconsciousness. The flower on the street gathers the silver needle, which is the way.

Liu Zheng knew that the poison was so powerful that he nodded his head and pressed Yan Moli's legs. The bodyguard hesitated for a moment. Seeing that the flowers on the street looked Zhuang Su, he did not dare to delay. He went to help him hold down the rest of his arms.

Yan Mo Li, who was still restless, was completely unable to move at this time. However, his tightly wound gauze began to soak out a little blood.

The stranger took out a small porcelain vase calmly, took out a pill from it, and sent it to Yan Mo Li's mouth.

Because of the confusion of mind, Yan Mo Li's mouth is very tight. It's hard to break it off.

She just took a look at it, then released a hand and flicked it on the left side of his jaw. His closed mouth opened. Then she put the pill into his mouth and lifted his jaw.

Yan Moli's throat rolled once, and the pill was directly forced to swallow. At the same time, the stranger didn't forget to put a sweat towel in his mouth to avoid biting the tip of his tongue in pain.

Yan Yunshi took out the needle on his shoulder, but he didn't stop.

Liu was looking at the array in the hands of the flower on the street, and frowned slightly. He suggested: "the poison has been suppressed for many days. At this time, it seems that it is coming fiercely. The princess's skill is bound to delay. Could it be better to change a faster method?"

The flower on the street slowed down his hand and took a silver needle. He said faintly: "Your Highness has been tormented by this poison for many days, and his body has been tossed and tired. If you change another method, the effect will be too fast, I'm afraid your Highness's body will not be able to eat. On the contrary, it is this method. Although it has become a little slower, it is the most stable."