He Lanyao has always been a man of action.
As soon as he thought of this idea, he jumped out of the window.
He Lanyao carefully avoided the sight of spies all the way to the north wall.
However, at the beginning, Helan Yao could still stare at Long Shaoyan's way back and think about how long it would be before Long Shaoyan would come back.
However, Helan Yao regretted it more and more later.
Long Shaoyan cherishes time to the core.
He has calculated every minute and second to return to the palace every day.
But now, He Lanyao has been waiting for more than an hour.
Looking at the moonlight, she is afraid that she will have to wait for another hour. time.
She was really asking for trouble for herself.
He Lanyao secretly cursed.
Although she was not afraid of the howling cold wind, such weather would always reduce her high spirits in waiting for Long Shaoyan.
It's better to go back.
It's better to dedicate such a good time to the bed than to dedicate it to the corner.
Just as she was about to turn around, He Lanyao suddenly felt that Long Shaoyan was getting closer and closer to her.
She put the scent of Thousand Miles Tracking on Long Shaoyan's body, and now the scent was getting stronger and stronger.
Could it be that Long Shaoyan knew she was waiting here, so he came back early?
He could tell with his toes that her idea was untenable.
He Lanyao stopped and waited for Long Shaoyan in the corner.
When Long Shaoyan was only a few dozen meters away from her, He Lanyao felt that there was another person.
To be precise, this was not what He Lanyao felt, but what He Lanyao saw.
Long Shaoyan was being carried on his shoulders by the man.
The man's stealth skills were as good as those of the shadows beside Helan Qingyuan.
Who is this person from Long Shaoyan?
An Yan had seen He Lanyao early in the morning.
He had been with Long Shaoyan since he was a child.
Although he was only responsible for protecting Long Shaoyan's safety, he also had great respect for the future mistress Long Shaoyan said.
"Dark Flame meets the mistress."
Dark Flame has been trained since childhood and knows the distinction between superiority and inferiority.
At this moment, without even looking at He Lanyao's face, Dark Flame knelt down respectfully five meters away.
The master saw that Long Shaoyan was lying on An Yan's back so relieved.
The person in front of her probably did not have any ill intentions towards her.
"What's wrong with him?"
He Lanyao's guard was still on her hands, but her eyes were looking at Long Shaoyan behind the dark flame.
Was Long Shaoyan attacked?
"The master ordered Smolder to hand him over to the mistress."
"He is one of our own."
Long Shaoyan was slightly awake and spoke in a weak voice.
"Follow me."
He Lanyao ordered An Yan, then turned around and flew toward her room with An Yan.
An Yan followed He Lanyao to the room, put Long Shaoyan on the bed at He Lanyao's instruction, and then withdrew.
"What's wrong?"
He Lanyao approached Long Shaoyan, picked up Long Shaoyan's wrist, and put his finger on Long Shaoyan's pulse.
Only after this encounter did He Lanyao discover the problem.
Almost all the meridians in Long Shaoyan's body were damaged, and his pulse was extremely chaotic.
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No wonder she has been restless today, probably because of Long Shaoyan's incident.
Long Shaoyan borrowed He Lanyao's strength and sat up, still leaning on He Lanyao's body weakly.
"My father is dead, and the poison he planted in my body has come back to bite me.
My skills can't suppress it.
Our martial arts are from the same sect, so please help me."
He Lanyao carefully felt Long Shaoyan's pulse again.
Finally, He Lanyao used her own internal power to examine Long Shaoyan's meridians, and finally saw an ugly golden bug eating the inner wall of Long Shaoyan's meridians at Long Shaoyan's governor's meridians, and most of Long Shaoyan's meridians All my skills are used to resist this bug, but these skills are still not enough to resist the bug.
Help or not?
He Lanyao looked at Long Shaoyan's weak appearance, but there was a war between heaven and man in his heart
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