Silver needles, medicines, record the secret technique of Qingying needle...
Every item found from the woman's body made Ye Tinglan look gloomy and her heart throbbed with pain.
These are all from Feng Yinwan.
That woman...
Qi Xuan has never felt such strong murderous aura mixed with hatred from his own prince.
It's so strong that it seems to destroy everything in the world.
Under the outer robe, the woman's face was mutilated and miserable, and the exposed skin was cold and stiff, and there was no warmth at all.
However, that big palm covered it and stubbornly refused to move away.
The military doctor arrived half an hour later.
For half an hour, it was quiet at the bottom of the cliff. Except for the wind, no one dared to make a sound.
"Your Majesty, the military doctor is here."
The solemn and chilling atmosphere was broken, and the mysterious clothes moved slightly, and finally stood up from the ground.
"Call over here."
When the guards left, they talked about the urgency of the matter. The military doctor did not dare to delay for even a moment, and almost jogged over after landing.
"Your Majesty."
He didn't see the woman's face, but at this moment he noticed the coldness in front of him, and secretly tightened the strap of the medicine box, not daring to look around.
He thought the situation was urgent and had made first aid preparations on the way here. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, Ye Tinglan still didn't speak, and he felt a little uneasy for a moment.
Before suffocation approached, those cold and thin lips finally opened.
"Diagnose pulse."
If the military doctor was granted amnesty, he responded and quickly leaned down.
Before he even finished taking a breath, his fingertips felt cold, and his expression suddenly froze.
"Your Majesty, this... this...!"
The coolness was so stiff and thorough that it couldn't be stopped even through the doctor's handkerchief.
The woman on the ground clearly had no pulse!
Diagnosing the pulse of a dead person...what does King Mo mean by this?!
In just a moment, the military doctor's fingertips were withdrawn as if they had been pricked by needles.
Ye Tinglan still carried him on her back, but the cold voice reached her ears word by word.
"The king orders you to diagnose the princess's pulse."
"King...Princess?!"
The military doctor never expected that the female corpse on the ground turned out to be Princess Mo.
His eyes were fixed on the tips of his shoes, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
What he raised his eyes to meet was Qi Xuan's equally sad eyes.
The frightening chill in front of him was still building up. The military doctor shivered for a moment and had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak.
"Go back...go back to the prince, the princess...the princess has no pulse now."
The moment these words came out of his mouth, powerful murderous aura suddenly overflowed, and there was a deathly silence at the bottom of the cliff.
Just when Qi Xuan thought that the prince was about to lose control, Ye Tinglan spoke again.
"Is there any pregnancy in her belly?"
When these words came out, everyone was startled.
Qi Xuan reacted quickly.
The prince is...confirming his identity?
The woman on the ground was very similar to the princess from her height to her body. She was wearing the princess's clothes and everyone watched her fall off the cliff.
If it were them, they probably wouldn't doubt it anymore.
After more than four months of pregnancy, the fetus has already taken shape. Even if it suffered a heavy blow when it fell, there are still traces... in the belly!
The military doctor didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he had to follow Ye Tinglan's wishes to investigate.
After a moment, his expression suddenly changed.
"My lord! The king...the princess is pregnant! But, but..."
Seeing that she is too young, she must be more than four months pregnant.
But now...it's already a stillborn baby!
He had never seen anything like this in the military camp before. He was immediately frightened and fell to the ground, not daring to say anything more.
At that moment, the last glimmer of light in Ye Tinglan's eyes dimmed, and what was left was only the endless darkness.
Qi Xuan felt extremely sad when he heard the news. Now seeing this situation, he suddenly felt worried.
"king……"
Before the words were spoken, the sword in his hand was already unsheathed.
Ye Tinglan sucked it directly into his hand with the wind of his palm!
There was a flash of cold light, and murderous intent overflowed.
Seeing this, everyone retreated and made way for them.
At the end of that place, there were men in black being held in a circle on the ground.
The moment the cold air hit, the mysterious robe was already in front of him, his movements were as fast as a ghost.
Even though those men in black had been trained to be death warriors, their bodies still trembled unconsciously under the strong pressure.
Sensing his intention, Feng Wuxi spoke immediately.
"This alone won't stop Ye Tingyan and leave him alive, but it will be of some use."
What responded to him was a powerful sword energy waved from Ye Tinglan's hand.
"Boom——"
There was no time to scream, and the man in black at the front was already dead.
Blood spurted out in an instant, splashing everyone around, but it seemed to hit a barrier and stopped in front of Ye Tinglan alone.
Dark clouds covered the moon in the sky, and the man in mysterious clothes stood face to face, with blood dripping from the long sword in his hand, and the cold air raging around his body.
In an instant, the rumored King Mo, who was seriously injured and had only recovered less than half of his power, ceased to exist.
The person standing in front of me was clearly the ruthless and ruthless God of Killing who commanded the troops on the battlefield!
The people in black stared blankly, as if the deepest fear in their hearts had been aroused, and their expressions were instantly defeated.