Chapter 1332 Contaminated (7)

  The heavy cross supports his body.

  Under the dim and flickering light, he lowered his head, his long hair was hanging down, his snow-white face was hidden in the shadow, and it was dim.

  The fair and beautiful long fingers were hanging down weakly, but they were tightly restrained by the iron chain, and they were already congested with blood.

  He was motionless, his chest was covered with blood red patches.

  The bloodstains are already turning black, and it seems that there is still blood flowing out.

   Bright red and rancid black blood mixed together, soaking the plain plain clothes.

  In such a dark and humid place, like the petals of the impatiens falling into the mud, it presents an astonishing and extremely sadistic beauty.

  Fragile, delicate, yet so beautiful that there is no sense of reality.

  The Palace Mistress stood there, closing his eyes.

   After calming down, she looked sideways and said calmly: "Put him down, unchain him."

  An Yao hesitated: "Master, is this bad? What if he fights back..."

   "No problem, let's untie it."

"But-"

  The Mistress of the Palace made a speech, although he didn't want to, An Yao could only follow through.

  The chains that oppressed his blood vessels were quickly undone.

   After the motionless figure was freed from the chains, his body fell down in an instant.

  Like a broken rag doll, it has already lost its voice and consciousness.

  I can only fall down in such a state of embarrassment, without dignity, and let others bully and trample on me.

  But soon, the Mistress took a step forward and caught him firmly.

   hugged his waist and supported him.

  The overly cold and stiff body leaned against her, like a dead corpse.

   Lifeless, motionless.

  The Lord Palace Mistress immediately hugged him horizontally.

  "Anxie, go find Anmei and ask her to bring the antidote."

   ".Yes, Palace Mistress."

  …

  …

  …

  The Palace Mistress, who was supposed to visit a stranger, finally returned to his palace with the scarred Yin Ci in his arms.

  Anmei soon came, and carrying the medicine box she carried with her, she came to the palace of the palace lord.

  Seeing the Palace Mistress sitting by the bed, wiping the body of the person on the bed, she didn't dare to raise her head, and saluted with fists clasped.

   "Palace Master."

  Yun Si drooped her eyes, wiped Yin Ci's face and hands with warm water, her complexion was light: "Did you bring the antidote?"

  Dark Charm immediately presented an exquisite small porcelain bottle.

   "Palace Master, this antidote is very dangerous. After taking it, the body will develop a severe high fever. It needs someone else to dispel the dryness and heat in the body before it can take effect."

  The slender and white hand took it, and she asked: "Is there any trauma medicine? He was hit by An Ling's poisonous knife, and his chest festered."

  An Mei lowered her head and looked through the medicine box, then offered it immediately.

   "Apply it twice a day, and don't touch the water for seven days."

  An Mei likes to get all kinds of medicines in bottles and cans on weekdays, but now, it can be effective at critical moments.

  The Palace Mistress took over.

  After Anmei stepped back, she sat by the bed, looked at the unconscious person lying on the bed, and let out a long sigh.

   Helpless, but also a little annoyed.

   Fingertips slowly hooked his fingers, and pursed his lips: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

  This body has done such a harm to him, he probably hates her to death, right?

   Yun Si has a headache.

  The person lying on the bed closed his eyes, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.

  Because of being bound for a long time with specially made chains, his blood flow was not smooth, and his limbs turned blue, black, and even swollen to varying degrees.

  (end of this chapter)