Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 320
When the young man spoke, there was anger in the corners of his eyes.
Like a ruthless poisonous snake that wants to swallow the whole world together.
Ever since he was rescued by Xiao Tianjun, Si Jin hated people who didn’t care about their lives.
Because living is the prerequisite for doing everything.
He wanted Xiang Linyuan to understand that he thought he had made a great sacrifice and that he was responsible for protecting his lover.
To be caught up in the tide of the times is to hit an egg against a stone!
… …
After Xiang Linyuan left, Si Jin supervised the country.
He met the late empress a few times. The late empress returned to the Prime Minister’s Mansion to raise her child. He didn’t meet him many times, but she thanked him with tears every time.
He was grateful to Si Jin for protecting him, and grateful to Si Jin for disregarding past grudges and giving her child a way out.
time flies.
It was exactly as Si Jin expected.
Within a month, urgent news came from the front line——
Xiang Linyuan was attacked by poisonous insects and was in danger.
When he heard the news, Si Jin was doing divination in the Imperial Master’s Palace.
He said he would teach Xiang Linyuan a lesson, but he still couldn’t help but care about Xiang Linyuan’s safety, and spent every day in the Imperial Master’s Hall, divining good or bad luck for him.
On the surface, he pretended not to care, but when he heard the news that Xiang Linyuan’s life was in danger, he still felt heartbroken.
It feels like pins and needles, a tiny pain.
Although not fatal, it cannot be ignored.
Si Jinzhi sent away the messenger who came to report, and asked the Imperial Guard to lead reinforcements.
He said that he wanted to retreat to practice the national destiny of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
But when he closed the door of the Imperial Master’s Hall, he disappeared into thin air.
When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the handsome tent of the southern Xinjiang camp.
… …
It seemed like a tragic battle had just ended here, with wounded soldiers and blood everywhere.
Even the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Smells good.
It’s a thrilling feeling of fighting on the battlefield.
Si Jin’s beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a bloodthirsty smile gradually appeared on his lips.
The evening breeze from southern Xinjiang lifted his delicate white clothes and fluttered together with the dilapidated flags.
It looks like a god emerging from the abyss of demons.
Tender and dangerous.
He stepped into the commander’s tent and saw Xiang Linyuan lying on the couch, dying.
His face was pale, and even his lips had no trace of blood.
He can no longer take medicine.
Several rough-and-tumble generals surrounded him in a panic, choking on the concoction and making the people cough.
A few drops of brown concoction fell on the protruding collarbone, which gave her a somewhat sickly beauty.
It seems easy to bully.
Si Jin took a deep breath and walked over, stretched out his hand to a general, and said in a cold voice without any emotion:
“Let me do it.”
The general raised his eyes and saw the Imperial Master far away in the capital at a glance.
Although he was shocked, he saw Xiang Linyuan’s eyes light up.
He did not dare to say any more words, for fear of disturbing His Majesty and worsening his condition, so he left quickly.
The moment he saw Si Jin, Xiang Linyuan actually sat up and grabbed Si Jin’s hand, his face full of joy:
“Jinjin, why are you here?!”
However, the next moment, the happy expression suddenly turned into confusion:
“No, that’s not right! You shouldn’t have come!”
“It’s too dangerous here! You shouldn’t…”
Wow——
呲——
However, before he finished speaking, Si Jin smashed the medicine bowl at an extremely fast speed and stabbed the ceramic shard in his hand directly into his heart.
Xiang Linyuan was stunned, the pain was so extreme that he couldn’t even shed a tear.
Tick–
A drop of blood fell on Si Jin’s hand from the wound.
Black blood, with the bitterness of barbarian poison.
Si Jin said nothing and resisted the urge to lick his blood.
She just looked at him blankly and asked almost decisively:
“Does it hurt?”
