The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Chapter 213 I can easily make all of you disappear!

Jing Muyang said a lot with his chest held high. The biggest conflict between him and Bai Lichang should be here. If he talks it out, maybe Bai Lichang will agree to his wish.

There is no way, we can only bow down in the face of absolute force.

Bai Lishang looked at Jing Muyang who was shouting at the top of his lungs in despair, and his heart was filled with emotion. Mi Luo really hurt a lot of people on her way down Tianshan Mountain.

"Jing Muyang, I will check whether you attacked the Tianshan Holy Land. If it is not you, I will not accuse you. But Mi Luo cannot be with you now, otherwise she will really die.

If you really want to, you can solve Jing Muhao's problems and then come to Tianshan. If she survives the life-and-death situation, let her make her own choice. What do you think?"

"Do not……"

"No?" Bai Lishang interrupted him, and was rarely angry, "Jing Muyang, I did lie to you a lot these past two days, and I know you don't trust me.

But I am telling you very seriously now, if Milo stays with you she will really die, and I will never let her die!

I have said this much today. Believe it or not, I will definitely take the person away. As for whether you want to go to Tianshan later, it is up to you!

At the same time, I advise you for the last time, whether you are from Lingyin Country or Luoshuang Pavilion, do not insist on being my enemy, otherwise I can easily make you all disappear! ! "

Bai Lichang didn't waste any more words with him. He waved his sleeves and rushed out. The guards surrounding them fell to the ground. Then he grabbed Fusang's arm and jumped a few times before disappearing.

"First time meeting, first time meeting, first time meeting..." Jing Muyang wanted to chase after her but he couldn't. He was in so much pain that he couldn't stand.

"Your Highness, I will take people to chase him!" Qingmu chased after him.

"Master He, Mr. Fanglin, I'm leaving the prince and the young master in your care. Qinglin, you go stay at the mansion and make the arrangements." Qingshan followed after them.

Jing Muyang, who was in so much pain that he could not stand, was taken to the small couch. Dean He rushed forward to treat him. He had internal bleeding, especially in the lungs. It would probably take at least ten days for this internal injury to heal.

Mr. Fanglin was still standing at the door, staring at the wall where Bai Lishang had just left for a long time, unable to come back to his senses. Chu Jian was taken away, and Fusang followed him. Those two were his disciples.

"Mr. Fanglin, please go and take a look at the young master. He is about to cry." The nanny came forward holding Siming.

Mr. Fang Lin pulled himself back to his senses and took Siming. The little guy, who was more than four months old, had cried until his voice was hoarse, and his struggling arms and legs were almost out of strength, but he was still kicking in the direction of Jing Muyang.

"Siming..." Jing Muyang looked at his hard work and tears fell from his eyes. He felt physical pain and heartache.

Mr. Fanglin walked towards the small couch while feeling Siming's pulse. It was a little too fast. When the pulse was fast, the blood circulation accelerated. It seemed that just as Bai Lishang said, he had to detoxify him quickly.

Dean He was giving Jing Muyang an acupuncture. Mr. Fanglin put Siming, who was crying loudly, next to Jing Muyang. Jing Muyang reached out to pat her. Siming hugged his hand and gradually stopped crying.

Mr. Fanglin couldn't bear to see it. Siming was so young and had only known Jing Muyang for two days. How did he know that this was his father? How did he recognize his father?

Qingye woke up immediately after Mr. Yun gave her an injection. She was not seriously injured. The court doctor checked the people in the yard who were hit by Bai Lishang's sleeves just now. They were all fine and not seriously injured. It can be said that except Jing Muyang, everyone else was only slightly injured.

"Qingye, go with the court doctor to boil Siming's medicine." Mr. Fanglin made the first arrangement.

"Mr. Fanglin, what if... then what should we do?" Qingye was afraid. She was unconscious and didn't hear what Bai Lishang said. She only knew that the princess became like this because she drank the medicine.

"No, you go." Mr. Fang Lin actually had no way out. He didn't have time to study what the poison of the honey loquat flower that Bai Lishang mentioned was. The key point was that he didn't have the flower in his hand, so he had no way to study it.

He no longer knew how to tell the truth from falsehood in what Bai Lishang said. He just felt that the Holy Lord would not kill the Holy Maiden's child.

Jing Muyang lay there silently. He had finished a round of acupuncture and felt better.

Siming turned over beside him and tried hard to push towards him. Jing Muyang raised his hand and pulled the little guy closer to him, and Siming took the opportunity to grab his fingers and would not let go.

“Baba baba, aba aba, amo amo…” Siming babbled, which made Jing Muyang feel inexplicably heartbroken. He knew that in the world they first met, parents were called dad and mom.

"Siming, be good. Daddy will definitely find your mother for you."

"Hehe, hehe, hehe..." Siming laughed happily again when he heard Jing Muyang talking to him.

This brilliant smile mixed with the red eyes from crying and the lingering tear marks on the face was particularly heartbreaking.

The servants came in and cleaned up the mess inside and outside the house. The small couch was not far from the desk. Bai Lishang's sleeves blew away the things on the desk, and books, paper and pens were scattered all over the floor.

The tables and chairs where Jing Muyang fell were all overturned, and the doors and windows that Qingye hit were also deformed.

Someone picked up the skeletal structure diagram that had fallen on the ground and carefully placed it on the table. This realistic painting was covered in blood and stuck to the skull, looking eerie and terrifying.

Mr. Fanglin couldn't help but take it and look at it. He sighed and handed it to Qinglin.

"Have someone send it to the Master to see if he can remove the blood stains, and then take it to the pharmacy."

"Mr. Fanglin." Jing Muyang called out, "This painting belongs to Mr. Yun."

"Hmm?" Mr. Fanglin took back his hand and looked at Mr. Yun in confusion. He then opened the painting again and looked at it again. "How could it be? This was drawn by the girl I met at the beginning. It also has her signature. There is absolutely no mistake."

The signature that was first seen on the blood-stained butterfly bone was very obvious.

"This is also what I want to ask Mr. Yun. Please tell me in detail where this painting came from."

Mr. Yun? Mr. Yun was confused. "Your Highness, the King of War, this painting was given to me by the Ghost Hand Doctor when he came to the capital last year."

"When did he come to the capital? What is your connection with him?" Jing Muyang asked softly.

"There is some connection, but not much..." Then Mr. Yun told the story of him and the Ghost Hand Doctor again, "That's how it happened."

"You said he was crying so hard when he was found? Where in Yuzhou was he found? When exactly?"

"On the 22nd day of the first lunar month of the year before last, he was at a street corner near Baotai Casino in Dongxiang, Yuzhou. He still had some injuries on his body. I heard that he was beaten out because he caused trouble in Baotai Casino."

"Yuzhou Dongxiang Baotai Casino? Do you know why he caused trouble?"

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