Chapter 29 Why did you die again?
When Lu Xinyi woke up again, the surroundings were in chaos. He could only hear a faint voice coming from outside the chaos -
"Lu Xinyi, why did you write the protagonist to death again? ”
Lu Xinyi’s knees softened and he fell to the ground, wanting to cry without tears: “Lord Editor, I really can’t help it, the male protagonist’s hatred is too deep!”
In the darkness, something similar to a mobile phone was suddenly thrown down. She crawled over and saw a piece of warm jade. A square with her data clearly written on it - isn't this her data center that is opened more than a hundred times a day?
"Your data is too bad. I asked you to update it, not to let you live in old age! If the data is still so bleak, you should die in the novel!"
After that, the voice suddenly disappeared, and the darkness No matter how much she shouted, it was of no avail.
But gradually, they were replaced by calls from Chuncheng and Xiao Cong.
Lu Xinyi really wanted to say, editor-in-chief, can I just give up? Who would bother to change the book with their life?
But she has no right to speak!
Lu Xinyi felt a surge of heat all over his body, and he sat up from the bed.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Chuncheng's anxious gaze. She was holding a wet towel at the moment. Seeing that Xin Yi had woken up, she carefully wiped away the sweat on her temples with the towel.
"Auntie, I..." She clutched her stomach, and it was indeed painful. The tearing of the wound made her grin again.
Chuncheng hurriedly helped her lie down again and said: "Fortunately, the vital parts were not hurt, only a slight deviation. The princess is blessed with a spiritual energy protecting her."
Xiao Conghong Eyes framed, he drew his sword and said, "I'm going to kill that beast slave!"
Xin Yi hurriedly grabbed Xiao Cong's sleeve. With this struggle, she accidentally tore open the wound. The blood immediately dyed the gauze red, but she still refused to let go, holding on to the pain and said:
"No. ...He...where is he now?"
Xiao Cong's eyes were red and he said with a bit of tears: "Princess! You forgive him again and again, you can be said to be a troublemaker! I know, he saw you bleeding like a river last night, and he was not moved at all!"
Xin Yi lowered his eyes slightly and sighed: "He can be hard-hearted, but I can't. You tell me first, and he goes! Where is it?"
Xiao Cong sobbed: "I am just temporarily locked in the dungeon in the backyard. Your Majesty doesn't know about His Highness's injury yet..."
"Don't let your Majesty know!" There was another sharp tearing pain in his lower abdomen. Chuncheng frowned, pressed Xin Yi in place, and sighed distressedly:
"Princess, why bother? We have to do this all over again." Bandage..."
Lu Xinyi cursed secretly in his heart: "Death If you don't die, you can't die. The pain is so real..."
At this moment, her hand touched a square and cold thing under the quilt. She picked it up and took a look. The data above is bleak, and the only few comments I have are written by myself.
"What is this?" Chuncheng asked in confusion when he saw Xin Yi taking out an ugly stone from under the quilt.
Xin Yi immediately hid Fang Yu under the quilt, smiled, and said to Xiao Cong: "Give the prince a good meal, but don't let him run away, and tell him that I don't blame him."
Although Xiao Cong was puzzled, he could only do it. She gave a perfunctory salute, turned around and walked towards the backyard.
Early in the morning this morning, she called the princess to get up. After a long time of silence, she broke in the door and saw blood all over the floor. Sitting on one side with a heart filled with despair.
This was the first time she saw someone who killed a king and looked down upon death like this.
Coming down from the dungeon, in a huge iron cage, a man sat quietly in the cage, still wearing red clothes - his wedding had just passed, and he was naturally still in a state of joy.
Xiao Cong looked at the man coldly, but there was a surge of hatred in her body: she really couldn't understand why the princess would risk her life to protect such an assassin, and this assassin didn't appreciate it at all!
Hearing that someone was coming, Tu Shansong turned his head slightly and only glanced at the boots. He expected that Xiao Cong was coming, so he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side.
No matter what the result is, he is willing to suffer it.
In the darkness, only a voice sounded coldly: "Princess, you are lucky, you don't have to die."
He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Xiao Cong - that serious expression full of hatred did not look like a joke at all.
How is that possible? How could it be possible... He clearly pierced it with the knife and avoided the vital point. How could she still get it after the blood flowed all night?
Could it be that she is not a human race?
But he clearly watched her die with his own eyes.
Before anyone could answer his doubts, he heard Xiao Cong say again:
"I really hate you. The princess treats you so well. She showed off her new clothes to us that day and said she would wear them to accompany you back to your hometown to worship your ancestors. The princess has forgiven you time and time again, but you always want to kill her!
I have never read a book, but I have also heard a saying among the people - a couple's kindness will last a hundred days, how long will your heart be? ”
< br>Song put his hands on his knees and moved his fingers slightly. In the past, his hatred was just because the princess was the enemy who killed his father, but last night his hatred clearly had something else...
His lips moved, but no sound came out. He didn't know what to say, he just turned his head to the other side in pain.
Xiao Cong turned around, walked up to the two guards, whispered a few words to them, then turned back, gave Song a look like carving out flesh, and then hurriedly left.
The time in prison passed extremely long, and so did the time in the hospital bed. Although the two of them were not in the same place, they both looked at the boredom above their heads, waiting for the judgment of fate with despair.
On this day, Yu Jingmo also listened to the class absentmindedly. He turned his head and looked at the empty seat next to him. After leaving the school, he hurriedly asked his subordinates for news about the princess.
“Boss, the consort gave the princess another blow!”
Yu Jingmo was startled and the cup in his hand almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly held the cup tightly and wiped his mouth. I was so convinced that I heard what I heard that I asked my subordinates to repeat it again.
“Boss, it’s absolutely true. Yesterday, the prince-in-law stabbed the princess again. Now her life or death is uncertain and she hasn’t left her room for a day!”
Yu Jingmo put down the tea cup, clapped his hands, and exclaimed:
"You are indeed the brother I chose! He is simply the family I chose! How fierce!"
< br>The boy couldn't help but feel happy when he saw that the boss was happy, and smiled. He took a few steps forward and said:
"Boss, if he succeeds in the assassination this time, will your mission be completed? Will your skills be restored?"
Jing Mo tried his best to hide the joy in his heart, smiled and nodded. But somehow this joy always feels empty.
Another younger brother promptly served new tea and said:
"Boss, as the totem god of Jingguo, you have been sleeping for more than two hundred years. It's a shame that Jingguo has forgotten you. Otherwise, call them Why sacrifice a princess? Why are you so aggressive?"
Jingmo shook his head and used one hand to explore the new tea. Unexpectedly, before he finished pouring it, he poured hot water on his finger, which hurt him. Zi retracted her hand and accidentally dropped the cup.
Another younger brother hurriedly stepped forward, held Yu Jingmo's hand, and exclaimed distressedly: "Wang Er! Can you be careful? You were so burned by the boss that you shed your skin early!"
When Wang Er saw this, he fell to his knees with a plop and wanted to apologize with a sad face. Unexpectedly, Jingmo opened the two of them, bent down and picked up the pieces of the tea cup on the ground, with a troubled expression on his face:
"Oops! Shedding is small, and if you break the cup, you have to pay for it! Even if you sell your boss, you won't get much money!"
Zhang Sandao: "Boss, at worst, let us snakes and grandsons steal one. Come on!"
Yu Jingmo glanced at him resentfully: "Are you stupid? How many brothers are being imprisoned by Zhuorui? If it weren't for you and I, I would be in the pit right now!"
Wang Er also scolded Zhang San for being brainless: "Yeah! Even a powerful master like the boss is not in the princess's house! Have you been locked up for a month? What nonsense are you talking about..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold feeling on the back of his neck.
(End of this chapter)