Chapter 1269 Cold Poison Explodes!

If sister-in-law was really injured, he felt that elder brother could directly kill him!

To agree to sister-in-law's matter is to hang my life completely. This feeling is even more uncomfortable than being exiled to other places by my elder brother.

Seeing Ling Qingye's almost crying expression, Mu Zhiqing couldn't help being a little funny.

She patted him on the shoulder, "You're sure to be fine."

Following Ling Qingye's departure, Mu Zhiqing slowly walked into His Majesty's bedroom.

The whole dormitory exudes a bone-chilling cold, the frost seems to have covered the whole dormitory, even the door has been covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

Mu Zhiqing frowned, she didn't expect the cold poison to be so violent once it erupted.

The night was dark, and on this night of the full moon, His Majesty's cold poison also exploded most terrifyingly.

Ling Qingye still sent people to try to raise the temperature in the house as last time to melt the ice, but the cold poison was astonishing, and it was just a drop in the bucket.

After stepping into the bedroom, Mu Zhiqing saw the figure lying on the bed.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were closed, and his unparalleled handsome face had turned pale at this moment.

He seemed to have fallen asleep peacefully, like a sleeping immortal, extraordinary and refined.

Mu Zhiqing approached him slowly, compared to the scene when she saw him last time, she was undoubtedly a little better at this moment.

However, she also understood that this was because the cold poison had just erupted, and the pain would become more intense every time.

Sensing Mu Zhiqing's approach, Ling Yunting opened his eyes suddenly, and a flash of pain that hadn't had time to hide flashed in those bright black pupils, and it disappeared in an instant.

The moment she saw Mu Zhiqing, her eyes became gentle.

"Zhiqing, don't worry about me, you go out first."

His voice was tainted with a bit of difficulty, but it was still the usual doting tone, as if such inhuman pain was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Seeing Ling Yunting like this, Mu Zhiqing felt her heart tighten.

In the next second, she didn't say anything, and lay down beside the man.

Sensing her actions, Ling Yunting couldn't help being taken aback, "Zhiqing, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Zhiqing wrapped her hands around his waist and approached his arms.

"Get out, it will hurt you."

Ling Yunting quickly pulled away Mu Zhiqing's hand, that time he felt that Mu Zhiqing had come, but at that time he was in the most violent outbreak of cold poison, even the memory was a little confused.

He was not very clear about what happened afterwards, but he felt relieved when he saw that Zhiqing was not affected.

Today is different, at this moment he still has reason, so naturally he can't let Zhiqing take such risks again.

However, Mu Zhiqing didn't intend to leave at all, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, and pressed her head against his chest.

"I'll be fine."

She slowly raised her eyes and stared at him with clear eyes.

"The last time I was here, your pain eased, maybe it will be the same this time?"

Ling Yunting frowned and said: "No one can cure my cold poison, and no one can break it."

In the next second, the man directly hugged Mu Zhiqing, as if he was going to send her out of the house directly.

Mu Zhiqing had already guessed his thoughts after noticing his actions, and at the moment of his actions, the silver needle in her hand had already pierced him.

Ling Yunting fell into a coma.

She just fell asleep in his arms.