Chapter 293

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Lu Yunjian stares at the dagger. For the first time, he and Yan Yi are in such a tit for tat, because he can't master martial arts. People like Yan Yi and Li Chi have never drawn a knife against him.

The invisible smoke of gunpowder diffuses between the two people. Lu Yun doesn't open his mouth. Yan Yi doesn't open his mouth, but his eyes are full of blood. It looks strange and cold. It seems that if Lu Yun continues to speak, the knife will see blood and penetrate his throat.

"I don't need to frame her up. Think about it carefully..."

Yan Yi turned around. Suddenly, the plates and dishes on the table were smashed to the ground, and then the stool was knocked down. The strange movement forced him to turn back. However, Lu Yunjian stepped back a few steps, and his thin body fell on the edge of the red sandalwood double fan carving cabinet. Just now, a series of movements were caused by his staggering backward It was sent out.

Lu Yunjian can't speak. His white face is now better than Xue. His eyes are free and lax. His whole body begins to spasm uncontrollably. It can be seen that he wants to restrain it. However, the effect is so fierce that Yan Yi comes closer to him in shock, and he kneels down on his knees.

"What's going on?"

Yan Yi was completely shocked. What if this was a bitter plan? Is it really Lu Yunjian in front of you? In the twinkling of an eye, Yan Yi stops his pace and looks at the man coldly and calmly.

"Ha... I didn't expect..." Lu Yun couldn't spit out a complete sentence. The original delicate facial features were twisted into a ball. Cold sweat overflowed from the fine lines twisted out of the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He opened his mouth, and his lower lip suddenly bit out a row of blood marks. The whole person's back was high and arched, "it's really... Painful."

Yan Yi's outstretched hand remained in the middle of the air, and said in a low voice, "I'm really scared by your true and false deception... Are you Laolu in the end?"

The man was unable to answer. The whole man rolled on the ground like a madman, and his throat gave out a strange hiss of "drinking". His pale and thin arm was clinging to the pieces of tea cup that had fallen on the ground, as if he were trying to squeeze it into the bone blood, and the thick and dazzling blood flowed down the fingers to the forearm.

Yan Yi rushed forward, "Lao Lu!" He snatched the porcelain piece in the man's hand and threw it aside. Looking at the palm of his hand, he was already bloody. Obviously, the poison was raging. He had missed the time when Lu Yun finally struggled to wake up.

Yan Yi is very clear. At this moment, it is useless to ask Lu Yunjian who is the source of poisoning. However, he is weak now. How can he push the palace for Lu Yunjian again? Step by step, he ran to the window. Yan Yi yelled at the outside, "come on, open the door, someone's poisoned!"

That bodyguard is also a surprise, quickly walked over, "is the little Lord's body sick?"

"Not me! It's Lu Yunjian. Open the door immediately. I'll go out and meet the high priest! "Yan Yi's words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth." if you delay, all of you can't afford to pay for it! "

When the bodyguard heard that it was not Yan Yi who had an accident, he retreated again and replied nonchalantly, "please make atonement for your sins. I dare not violate the high priest's ban."

Little Lord! Little Lord! Young master again!

Yan Yi hit the wall hard, leaving an impression instantly. The blood slowly flowed down the white wall. He felt no pain at all. From the death of the master of the palace to Lu Yunjian, he told him that maybe Jiang chenbi might be the young master who had been planted around him. When he got poisoned in the cloud, he was unconscious Time, why do these things come one after another, why can't even a gap be left for him to breathe?

After turning around the house in a frenzy for several times, Yan Yi felt that the wild animal in his heart was ready to move again and urged him to usurp his final rational control.

Kill those people, kill all those who stand in front of you. You are the little Lord. You are the one who will reign over the world sooner or later!

All the rebels, all damned!

He squatted down slowly, clenched the dagger, and suddenly lifted Lu Yunjian up. The dagger lay across the man's neck and faced the death attendants outside the small window. "I'll give you a quarter of an hour. If the high priest doesn't appear in front of me, I'll kill Lu Yunjian and make my own decision. If I can say it, I can do it. It's up to you if you don't pass it on!"

After that, he quickly closed the window and stopped looking at what was going on outside.

Bet, the only thing he can bet with the high priest is his life.

Holding a man's frail body, Yan Yi is surprised to find that Lu Yunjian seems to have lost weight again in these days, and the bones of his limbs have already cut his hands. He does not know how Chu Danfeng and Lu Yunjian can survive under the high priest's moodiness in these days.

According to the rules of the burial palace, the poisonous insects that control people's hearts are only used by the thugs, worshippers, administrators, and young masters. As for the ministers and doctors, they were originally literati. They came and went freely and were not forced to. Yan Yi could not guess what Lu Yunjian knew before he was introduced.

Holding Lu Yunjian's hand, he could easily control the man from moving and injuring him. However, Lu Yunjian's expression was confused and painful. Finally, he even bit Yan Yi's arm and exerted himself and again until his mouth was full of infected blood.This trivial pain was common to Yan Yi. However, he felt the pain to the bottom of his heart for no reason. It was like a ladle of Coptis water pouring down his throat. He slowly closed his eyes and suddenly felt a sense of frustration that he had lost everything for no reason.

Just want to protect the people around, just want to complete a little wish. How can we get here?

If Jiang chenbi can't believe it, who can he believe?

When the two doors opened, a tall and thin figure came against the light, and the complicated robes were blooming behind her. She wore a white ghost face, like a God without emotion.

Yan Yi gently put down Lu Yun, who was already in a coma, and knelt on the ground, touching the cold Obsidian floor tiles on his forehead.

There is something creeping up in the heart with something creeping up.

"Please save him."

The woman raised her eyes, the voice seemed to come from afar, but poured into the internal force, resounding through the hall.

"You know, I only trade, not save people."

Yan Yi is still kneeling in the same place, and the rest of the light can see the woman's clothes and robes, embroidered with the image of a benevolent Bodhisattva. For a time, he was bitterly smiling, "this life is decided by the high priest."

"I want you to go to the temple of heaven and preside over the worship of heaven."

Jiang chenbi fell asleep for three days and three nights in the Sanyin Pavilion. When she woke up, she saw a little monkey lying on her body, which scared her almost to jump up

Si Kong Ling came in with a tray, smelling a shaking hand, almost overturned the soup.

"Dead kid," Jiang chenbi sat up, stroked his chest, and felt a lingering fear, "take care of your monkey!"

"Sister Jiang, are you awake? The master said he was worried to death. "

Jiang chenbi looked at the bowl of medicine that looked very bitter and frowned slightly, "Oh, would he worry about me? I can't tell. "

"It's not. Master is afraid that he can't save you, which will damage his reputation as an old man."

"..."

Jiang chenbi pushed the monkey away from him, frowned and swallowed the soup. Suddenly, he suddenly thought of something like, "what about Yan Yi?"

Sikong Ling "Er" a sound, seems to have touched some should not say words, for a moment did not have the strength.

"The master said... He was dead."