lcionline Chapter 235: Blocked a Knife, Deeply Grieved
Chapter 235: Blocked a Knife, Deeply Grieved
"Ah, my Yanyan——"
Pei Mochen roared almost hysterically, his eyes were bloodshot and wide open.
He gathered all his strength and slammed his palm hard, striking Yuan Teng in the chest.
Yuan Teng was knocked flying with his sword. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and then died with his neck twisted without even having time to make a groan.
The angry palm wind from an eighth-level martial artist, using all his strength, shattered Yuan Teng's sternum.
After dealing with the killer, Pei Mochen quickly picked up Mu Wanyan, his hands shaking violently.
He couldn't even straighten his tongue, and yelled at Yunyin: "Yin, Yin what, Shun... Shunyin, you, you, you go get the imperial physician!"
In a hurry, Pei Mochen forgot Yun Yin's name.
There was a buzzing in my ears and even my reactions became unusually slow.
"You should also invite the imperial physician and the doctors. Invite all the doctors in the capital."
"You...what's your name? You go too, right now."
Pei Mochen roared and ordered the guards around him to do things. His words were incoherent and he felt like the sky was falling.
"Yan Yan, my dear Yan Yan, why is there so much blood flowing from your chest? Don't scare me."
He hurriedly took out the life-saving pill from his body, and even the time it took to open the bottle cap and take the medicine was too long.
As soon as he took out the pill, he hurriedly put it into Mu Wanyan's mouth.
Mu Wanyan disliked Pei Mochen's things and didn't want to receive any favors from him, so she spat out the life-saving pills again and again.
Pretend to be dying and so weak that you can hardly swallow.
"Ah, Yanyan, my Yanyan, I can't even swallow a pill."
Pei Mochen wanted to stand up and personally carry Mu Wanyan to find Doctor Zhang, but his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up.
He could only hold Mu Wanyan tightly and cry "baby, baby" beside him.
"My beloved concubine", "Yan Yan", "My King's Yan Yan"... Pei Mochen called out all the most disgusting names that Mu Wanyan and Xiang Qin had ever heard today.
Xiang Qin's teeth were almost broken by her. She quickly took out a handkerchief, covered her face and mouth, and laughed while shaking her body.
She was convulsing as if she was about to die, and everyone thought she was heartbroken because of her master.
She was fine, at least she could cover it with a handkerchief, but Mu Wanyan was miserable.
She went over all the pain she had experienced in her two lifetimes in her mind, and used her internal energy to forcefully suppress the curve at the corners of her mouth.
Big tears fell from Pei Mochen's phoenix eyes. The third prince of Dafeng Kingdom, who had never changed his expression when facing a huge disaster, now had bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down his face.
His voice was hoarse. "Why hasn't the imperial physician been invited yet? Those idiots are so slow to even invite a doctor!"
Looking down at Mu Wanyan's blood-stained dress, Pei Mochen's face turned as pale as a piece of paper.
"Please, God bless you, please don't hurt my Yanyan's heart."
"It's all my fault. I killed too many people every day, which angered the gods. The retribution is on me, Yanyan."
Pei Mochen usually doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but now he does.
If he could go back in time, he would never kill easily again, as long as Mu Wanyan was safe.
His lips kept trembling. He was a martial artist, and he understood: if Mu Wanyan was stabbed in the heart by a knife, even gods would not be able to save her.
While waiting anxiously, Pei Mochen suddenly became disgusted with the world and felt that his life was meaningless.
He lived in a daze for more than twenty years, always obeying the arrangements of his mother and the Xiao family, and fighting to the death with several brothers for the imperial power and the throne.
In Pei Mochen's world, family affection is weak, and no one really cares about him. Concubine Xiao, grandfather, and uncle only care about whether he does well or not, and don't care whether he is tired from flying or not.
He did all kinds of dirty and bloody things, his hands were stained with the blood of countless people, and he lived like a rat in the gutter, but not a single day did he truly live for himself.
It was not until a few days ago, or even earlier, that he realized that he had fallen in love with Mu Wanyan—the girl whose heart and eyes were filled with him and who was willing to die for him. Only then did he feel that life had meaning.
God finally favored him, but his Yanyan was about to disappear.
Pei Mochen cried bitterly: "Yan Yan, why are you so stupid? Why did you block the knife for me?"
He walked to a short distance ahead and gave a few heavy kicks to the already dead Mr. Yuan Teng. He said cruelly:
"You useless bastard, how did you become an assassin? Your sword skills are so poor?"
"Why don't you stab me? Why do you have to stab my Yanyan? Stab my heart..."
Mu Wanyan pretended to be very tired. If Doctor Zhang didn't come, she would really be unable to hold back her laughter.
Pei Mochen had had enough. Wasn't he tired of pretending? This affectionate scene was more real than when he helped him block the knife in his previous life.
He had gone mad like this in his previous life, crying his heart out and howling loudly.
But after she was rescued and recovered, he still took her to the top of Yuquan Mountain during the Mid-Autumn Festival. A large number of assassins surrounded her and forced her off the cliff.
Therefore, Mu Wanyan could guess with her toes that Pei Mochen would still take her to the top of Yuquan Mountain on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
He was just mourning for her in advance.