"Husband, husband." Mu Qianyu called softly, and raised his hand to cover Bei Chenye's eyes, preventing him from staring at the chessboard anymore.
Others present also discovered the pattern. The more obsessed they are, the more dangerous they are, and they cannot be woken up even if they scream, and they will eventually die.
Beichen Ye's eyes were blocked and he remained motionless, and his body was even a little stiff.
"Husband, I know you can hear me. Come back quickly. My daughter and I are waiting for you." Mu Qianyu continued to speak softly in his ear.
Although he was panicking inside, Mu Qianyu acted extremely calm, but if you listen carefully, those small syllables are still a little trembling.
Beichenye still didn't respond.
Mu Qianyu looked at the bottom of the high platform with cold eyes: "Several venerables, why don't you accept this chessboard!"
She was filled with anger, with nine golden dragons surrounding her body. Her cold and stern voice almost enveloped the entire Western Region temple, and even the soldiers stationed outside the city could hear her clearly.
"You all will form an array with me, and be ready to attack the city at any time!" the leader of the Black Dragon Guard said in a deep voice.
His Majesty is angry, and they only wait for His Majesty's order to let these people know the consequences of the emperor's anger.
Moro and others immediately stepped forward to put away the Zhenlong chess game, but those who were immersed in it did not wake up immediately.
After a while, Mu Qianyu felt Beichen Ye move, and his body bent uncontrollably, "Pfft..."
The same mouthful of blood spurted out.
Mu Qianyu's distressed eyes were filled with fire. If her husband had made any mistake, she would risk the disapproval of the world and have the monks from the Western Regions be buried with him.
She pressed one hand on the back of his heart and poured in the mighty power of the sea.
When Bei Chenye stood up, he held Mu Qianyu's wrist and shook his head slightly at her, "It's okay, madam, don't worry."
Mu Qianyu's eyes were a little red, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The other three Holy Lords were all more or less injured, but Di Yin, Demon Emperor and others who followed Mu Qianyu had no problems at all.
Obviously, this trap only targets people with excellent chess skills. People like them who have no sense are not very good at playing chess.
"I'm sorry, everyone. It was the negligence of the poor monk and the others. The poor monk didn't know that this would happen." Moro apologized apologetically when he saw the blood everywhere and the tragic death of hundreds of people.
"Everyone, please go back to the Zen room and rest first. We will come to apologize to you one by one," Mo Ke also said.
Mu Qianyu didn't want to care about it at this time. He supported Beichen Ye and disappeared in a flash, returning to the Zen room.
"Husband, let me take a look." Mu Qianyu's fingers had already touched his wrist veins.
Seeing her skillful posture, Beichen Ye couldn't help but smile and said, "Madam, she's really good at diagnosing the pulse."
His wife was proficient in pharmacology, but her medical skills were mediocre, and he knew this very well.
"Don't talk, it will affect my diagnosis." Mu Qianyu frowned, with a serious look on his face, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Beichen leaned on the bedside at night, smiled and did not dare to speak. His wife was like an old master at the moment, and she would probably be punished if she didn't follow her lead.
"Fortunately, it's not a big problem if my breath is a little unstable." Mu Qianyu said, taking out a healing elixir, pouring it into the palm of his hand, and bringing it to his lips.
Beichenye leaned over and swallowed the pill, and kissed her palm gently.
Mu Qianyu quickly retracted his hand and said angrily: "Still making trouble, I saw so many people dead, it almost scared me to death."