Chapter 1479

He was lying motionless on the stretcher, with his arms hanging down, if not for the slight ups and downs in his chest, at a glance, Chu Yunyao would have thought he was dead.

This appearance is not much different from death.

Standing in front of the stretcher, Chu Yunyao's body gradually trembled. With her arms supported on the stretcher, she knelt down slowly. The blood in her body seemed to be emptied in an instant, and it became cold a little bit.

The noisy voices in her ears fell silent, as if there was an extra layer of barriers to isolate the outside sounds from her.

Chu Yunyao's vision became clear and blurred, blurred and sober again.

She grabbed Mo Lingyuan's arm hanging outside the stretcher, as if grabbing a piece of ice, the temperature in her palm suddenly disappeared completely.

Bao'er came in with warm water, and saw everyone shouting "Mrs. Mo", begging Chu Yunyao to heal Mo Lingyuan quickly, but Chu Yunyao seemed to be out of her body, turning a deaf ear to these words, just kneeling on the In front of the stretcher, he remained motionless, like a sculpture.

Those people wanted to touch Chu Yunyao, but because of her status, no one dared to touch her carelessly, so they could only keep asking her.

The voice was like thunder, and I wished I could lift the roof.

Seeing Chu Yunyao like this, Bao'er felt a "thump" in her heart, and was quite frightened. She quickly put the wooden basin aside, twisted the half-dry and half-wet hair tip, and stuffed it into Chu Yunyao's hand, "Miss , Let's help Grandpa wipe it clean first.

Uncle Li and Miss Li couldn't leave, Mr. Mu rushed over soon, and only you can heal my master's injury. "

There are only the last three days left in the three months, Gong Jue is like crazy, he gambled everything, he wants to severely damage the Mohist army, even if it can't destroy the Mohist army, it can completely destroy the morale of the Mohist army.

What is the difference between a Mohist army without morale and a wolf without claws or fangs?

Once trapped, it is like fish on a cutting board, which can only be slaughtered.

Bao'er held Chu Yunyao's hand, squeezed it hard, lowered her voice, and leaned into her ear: "Miss."

Chu Yunyao seemed to be in a nightmare. When Bao'er called her, she woke up with a start, only to realize that the whole bedroom was in a mess:

"Young madam, can the master be cured?"

"Young madam, the master is so injured, can he still wake up?"

"Young Madam, I heard that you can live and die as human flesh and bones. I also ask Young Madam to wake up Master as soon as possible."

"Yeah, it's a critical moment. If there is something wrong with the master, all of us will be finished."

"The news of my master's injury has already spread, young lady..."

"Young Madam..."

"Young Madam..."

"Young Madam..."

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Chu Yunyao's ears were buzzing. These people pinned their hope of victory on Mo Lingyuan. At this moment, their backbone has collapsed. Once Mo Lingyuan can't wake up, their faith will also collapse.

After fighting for so long, Mo Lingyuan is like a beacon in their hearts.

Sailing in the dark sea, surrounded by dangers, turbulent, and huge waves, as long as the bright light is still there, they will follow him and pass all the way. As long as they move in that direction, they will see hope.

Now that the light suddenly went out, they were completely panicked.

Holding the handkerchief, Chu Yunyao cleaned up the blood stains on Mo Lingyuan's body bit by bit, her throat seemed to be stuffed with a few sharp thorns, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse and painful, as if her voice was not her own.

She suppressed her grief, and said calmly: "It looks scary, the injury is indeed a bit serious, but there is no danger of life, you go out first, I will heal the wound for him, and he will wake up in three days at the latest. "