MTL - How to Survive As a Villain-Chapter 25 Confirmed that the eyes are the ones who give up thinking

Xiao Yu'an first ran a few steps outside, consciously wrong, ran back to the bedside, looked at the situation on the bed, took a breath of cold, slammed back a few tens of meters, turned and wanted to escape.

The needles were smothered around, and a painful whimper was introduced into Xiao Yu'an's ear from the bed.

Xiao Yuan suddenly stopped in the footsteps, meditation three times in his heart to escape shame, then sighed and ran back to the bed.

Luhe Qing was blindfolded by black cloth, and the cloth was stretched in the mouth. The white clothes on his body were open, and his body was tied with hemp rope. He was struggling too much. The bare skin had already been dark red and even bloodshot.

Xiao Yuan flustered the black cloth on the eyes of the river and the cloth strips in the mouth. Under the black cloth, the river was clear and bloody, but the lips were pale.

Xiao Yu'an was ready to be shackled and bitten. I don't know if Luhe Qing did not say anything, curled up and was very heavy. Xiao Yuan reached out to solve the rope on the river. He suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The mind of Luhe Qing is extremely unclear. In addition to the empty hole, there is only a sigh of relief. The whole person is lying on the bed with insaneness. There is no movement, and even Xiao Yuan keeps talking with him. It is like a puppet, and there is no response.

Hey, how are you stupid! ! The world is still relying on you to save!

Xiao Yu'an really wants to be jealous, but he wants to let him still be behind! !

The rope on the body of Luohe Qing, Xiao Yuan can not solve! ! !

The rope was tied very fancy, and it was a bondage. It was more like a kind of fun. Xiao Yuan had never touched this kind of tie-up. He had a sloppy solution in a hurry. He didn’t explain it for a long time. It is more complicated.

Under the sigh of Xiao Yu'an, a small part of the rope that is difficult to unravel will be pulled out!

Then I made a bow...

Xiao Yuan squandered himself and shouted: "Red sleeves!"

A few shouts, the candlelight at the entrance to the palace, the red sleeves hurried in, squatting on the bedside: "Imperial, what happened?"

Xiao Yu'an's brain is in chaos, and he doesn't know where to start. He can only say, "You, you, you must untie this rope first."

The red sleeves seemed to know what I was doing wrong, my face was white, and I got up and solved the rope of the river.

"Is he stupid?" Xiao Yu'an looked at Luhe Qing, who had been unresponsive. He only felt that his internal organs were in a mess.

The red sleeves solved the rope and re-entered the ground: "Return to the emperor, because he is afraid that he will resist the injury and the emperor, so the slaves fed him a drug, not really stupid, as long as you take the antidote, rest for one night and nothing will happen."

Xiao Yuan patted his chest and sighed with a sigh of relief: "What about the antidote?"

The red sleeves were taken out of a small porcelain bottle containing antidote and handed.

Xiao Yuan took the white porcelain bottle and sat down on the bed. He reached for the river and cleared the antidote.

After drinking the antidote, Luhe Qing quickly slept and slept. Xiao Yu'an pulled the clothes and covered the quilt. After a busy life, he found that the red sleeves were still there.

Xiao Yuan said: "Don't be jealous, get up."

The red sleeves are not compliant, and they bow their heads: "Pray for the emperor."

Xiao Yuan reached out and pulled up the red sleeves. He smiled and said: "What is the penalty?"

"The red sleeve knows that the emperor loves this person. He has ordered the red sleeve to move this person, but this person is too dangerous! The red sleeve can't be ignored, he will be sent to the emperor's pillow. Now the emperor saw his injury, can't bear further... ..."

"Wait!" Xiao Yuan slammed the key message, "Injury, what hurt?"

The red armband replied: "The whip on the back..."

Xiao Yuan inhales and exhales, then inhales and then exhales, then begins to rummaging.

Red sleeves full of doubts: "What are you looking for?"

"The gold and silver are soft."

“Why are you looking for this?”

"Escape! No! No, we are not running away, we are called strategic transfer!"