He said, "What should I do? Ahhhh...I'm really curious why you don't want to live anymore, so until you hear the reason, ahhhh...I won't leave this room."
Hearing this, Heihu suddenly widened his eyes and looked at him incredibly. After facing Yuwen Haoyu's joking expression, he knelt on the ground and made a sound that sounded painful.
Haoyu frowned slightly immediately.
"Please leave here," Heihu said, his forehead against the ground, but his face was anxious because of the increasing smoke in the room. Yuwen Haoyu was injured, and every time he coughed, it would affect the wound.
He just saw that the wound that Luo Ling had bandaged him before actually began to seep out blood again, and it was already faintly penetrated through the gauze and coat...
"Ahem... It's up to you. If you like to say something or not, I won't force you."
Yuwen Haoyu leaned against the table legs, his face turned pale, and he was slightly breathing. He coughed from time to time, his handsome eyebrows were condensed together. When Heihu looked up, he looked as if he was almost fainting.
Hu's face suddenly changed.
"Your Majesty... you leave here quickly. Please, please, you... you are not worthy of staying by the emperor's side. Please give your subordinates a death!"
Heihu was anxious. It was a small matter if he died, but he could not let Yuwen Haoyu lose his life with him. Yuwen Haoyu is a good monarch, and it is not worthy of being a subordinate like him.
"Ahem... whether it's worth it or not, cough...you have the final say..."
Yuwen Haoyu looked up at him slightly, then his head turned to one side, and his voice became weaker and lowered: "Cough...forget, cough cough...I'm tired and don't want to talk anymore...you can do whatever you want..."
"Clang!"
With a loud noise, even the always quiet Black Tiger was stunned. When he looked up, he saw a broken beam hitting the table where Yuwen Haoyu was relying on.
Heihu could no longer remain indifferent, so he stood up and snatched Yuwen Haoyu from the ground, and walked towards the secret passage behind the screen.
Forget it, it wouldn't be too late to rescue the emperor first and then wiping his neck and commit suicide. At that time, Heihu thought so in his heart, but unfortunately, he didn't know that after that, he wouldn't have that chance either.
Yuwen Haoyu was half open, looking dying, almost unable to hold on. He looked cold and sweating profusely, and the secret passage was winding and twisting, the candlelight was weak, and he almost fell several times. He was afraid that he would accidentally fall.
Yuwen Haoyu was injured and had to carry Yuwen Haoyu and walked out of the secret passage. At this time, Luo Ling was walking inside. The black tiger carried Yuwen Haoyu and ran away for a while before he met Luo.
spirit.
"Black Tiger..."
Luo Ling then secretly said the faint candlelight and looked at Heihu in a little surprised. Heihu was also stunned when he saw her.
"Why... is it Yu?" Luo Ling suddenly found that Heihu was carrying someone on his back. The man's hands were hanging weakly on both sides of Heihu's shoulders, and Luo Ling was so familiar with the sleeves.
She hurried forward and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with Yuwen Haoyu? You..."
Luo Ling suddenly thought of all his incredible behaviors before. Yuwen Haoyu was still fine when he just entered. Could it be...
"Heihu, you, are you really..." Luo Ling looked at him incredibly...