Chapter 8: The tyrant said: I will not let you die!
"Step aside."
"What happened?" Yelu Zihan grabbed my hand and refused to let me go.
"Pfft—vomit—"
Feeling much more comfortable, I smoothed my chest and raised my head. I saw a pair of eyes that could kill someone with just one look——
He took two steps back angrily, tugged at the corner of his clothes and said with no confidence, "I asked you to get out of the way."
Yelu Zihan lowered his head and looked at the smelly vomit on his body, his face turned from black just now to black and green.
"Your Majesty, there is an inn not far ahead. Why don't we stay there first?"
Li Keqing hurriedly stepped forward and offered the fastest solution to Yelu Zihan.
Yelu Zihan glanced at me, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards the inn not far away without even riding a horse.
I moved in small steps and slowly moved to Li Keqing's side, whispering: "I asked him to get out of the way, but he was the one who grabbed me and wouldn't let me go. I'm not wrong, right?"
Li Keqing lowered his head humbly and said, "My wife, please come to the inn to have a rest."
"Oh." After checking into the inn, my body still felt very uncomfortable. The dizzy feeling in the sedan chair was always there. Yelu Zihan was angry again, so he could only stay in bed without eating dinner.
I feel a warm breath on my face. My head feels heavy and my body feels heavy.
"Anle, Anle?"
The familiar voice around me called my name like a fly. I was already uncomfortable, but hearing this voice made me even more irritated. I waved my hand away and turned over, tugging at my dry lips.
"I feel so uncomfortable. Is someone casting a spell on me? I'm going to die."
"You won't die."
"That's right, I won't die." One second he felt relieved, but the next second he was replaced by depression, "I will be stunned."
I haven't gotten sick since I started practicing spiritual arts since I was a child. People say that if people who don't get sick usually get sick, it will definitely be a serious illness that will kill them.
The familiar voice let out a helpless chuckle, "Our two lives are now connected together. If you lose your soul, so will I. I will not let this happen."
"If you don't want to die, just drink this bowl of medicine?"
A strong odor strongly stimulated my sense of smell. I naturally despise the smell of medicine, so I murmured: "I don't want it, I won't get sick."
I only heard a faint sigh, and my consciousness was not very clear. I just felt that my head was being pushed straight, and then my lips were covered with moisture. The unpleasant taste slowly slid down my throat. I wanted to resist, but the touch on my lips
My skin was wet but I was defensive, and in the end I could only accept my fate and obey, and even felt that it felt like - painful and comfortable, yes, painful and comfortable.
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It took two days for the uncomfortable feeling to disappear. Therefore, all the horses and horses were stranded for two days. But today, when they were about to set off again, there was a strong wind. The army moved with difficulty in the desert.
The wind was blowing yellow sand, and the road ahead was difficult. Before we had even taken two steps, we were already in a dilemma.
Yelu Zihan's brows furrowed, and he grabbed me tightly with his thick hands. He pulled out the sword from his waist and stabbed it into the yellow sand to find a point of support. In the wind-swept desert, he decisively gave orders.
(Hmm~~ Try the mythical animal stories, we will collect them very much)