Reason tells her that she should leave here immediately.

Only in this way, did he live up to his painstaking effort, even if it was only a short time to regain her sanity just now, she could see that it was his extreme suppression...

If she does not leave, it will only make him more painful.

However, the feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, and they couldn't move at all.

She couldn't watch him being corroded by the cold poison, shutting herself in such a closed room, and going through this difficult night or even three days every minute.

After a while, Mu Zhiqing walked quickly to Ling Yunting's side.

Feeling the proximity of the breath around him, the man's brows have been twisted into the word "Chuan".

"Quickly... leave, leave, here, here."

His voice was hoarse and suppressed, as if every word was extremely difficult to say.

A dark storm swept through his deep and charming eyes. He tried his best to control the distance from Mu Zhiqing, suppressing the killing intent that was constantly emerging in his heart.

At this moment, Ling Yunting seemed to spend all his energy on restoring his mind, and instinctively restrained himself from harming her. The clenched fist did not know when there was blood dripping, making the body that had been tight. Even weaker.

Mu Zhiqing understood that if this continued, the superior would be completely unable to hold it, and no one knew what would happen next.

In the next second, the silver needle had appeared in her hand, and almost pierced into his sleeping point without hesitation.

When the cold air broke out, the cold deep into the bone marrow seemed to swallow the body little by little, the blood gradually solidified, and the heart seemed to start to be paralyzed, but the turbulent force ran wildly in the body again, interacting with its own vitality. Reinstall.

At this time, being awake is the most painful. If you can pass out briefly, it might not be a relief.

After piercing the silver needle, Mu Zhiqing also watched Ling Yunting's changes worriedly.

As an ordinary person, such a method will definitely make the other party fall into a drowsiness, but she can't guarantee that the other party is him.

Ling Yunting's strength is very strong, and his mental power is far superior to ordinary people. If it is on weekdays, she can be sure that such a method is almost of no use to him.

However, at this moment when he is at his weakest time, there may be some effect.

Therefore, she can only take a gamble.

Ling Yunting's eyes condensed on Mu Zhiqing's body, he fixedly looked at her for a long while, his eyes were extremely deep, and he could not see the slightest change in mood.

Just when Mu Zhiqing thought her methods were useless, Ling Yunting slowly closed her eyes.

"Yun Ting?"

Mu Zhiqing tried to call out twice, but after realizing that there was no response, she was also quietly relieved.

She took Ling Yunting's hand and began to get his pulse.

Such a strong cold air shouldn't belong to him in the first place, is it cold poison?

As she learned about Ling Yunting's physical condition, her complexion became more solemn.

She guessed it was right, it was indeed cold poison, and this cold poison was far more terrifying and violent than the ones she had come into contact with...

"Such a terrible cold poison, no matter how strong the body is, there should be no possibility of survival.

And Senior Brother Four clearly said that this situation has occurred many years ago..."

Mu Zhiqing looked at the handsome profile of the man in her arms. She couldn't imagine the pain of bone erosion once a month. He had endured it for so many years...