"No! You were just stabbed in the side!" Li Minglou shouted, pointing to the long knife in Fang's second hand, "You can't die in the side!"

King Zhao's face wrinkled together and he wanted to reach behind his finger, but gave up after some difficulty.

"I don't know if I'm lucky or not." He muttered with a sad look on his face, "The knife that wants to kill me is stuck in my side, but there is a knife that doesn't want to kill me.

It's stuck in my heart."

The elders of the guards looked pale and in disbelief, and rushed forward to help King Zhao up from the bloody water.

King Zhao's back was in sight, blood spewed from his blood-stained dress, and a knife was inserted into his back, leaving only the handle.

There was a chaotic fight just now, and there were not only dead bodies and body parts but also scattered weapons on the ground...

King Zhao was hit by Tian Cheng's knife and fell to the ground, falling on a knife that was standing crookedly on the ground...

"Your Majesty!"

Countless cries and shouts were heard.

Li Minglou stood aside and suddenly looked at Fang Er. Fang Er lowered his head and knelt down to her on one knee.

No wonder, no wonder she always feels like something is wrong.

Fang Er is not a doctor, but he is better than ordinary doctors in treating war injuries. However, after Fang Er pulled out the long sword, he did not check King Zhao's injury, did not treat the injury and bandage it, but stood aside in a daze, because he already knew

King Zhao is hopeless...

No one knew Li Minglou's intention to save King Zhao better than him. He couldn't bear it and didn't know how to tell Li Minglou.

Li Minglou looked at King Zhao again.

"No, you shouldn't die." She knelt down and grabbed King Zhao's arm. In front of this fat old man, she knelt down even more petite, "I came back to save you, you shouldn't die this time.

"

King Zhao was helped up and he made a sound of ouch because of the pain in his wound. When he heard this, he felt a little confused but also understood: "This time? Did I die last time?"

Li Minglou didn't speak and answered with silence and choked with sobs.

King Zhao heyed: "No wonder, no wonder, why do I feel like you don't look like a human being? Are you a ghost who came back from hell?"

At this time, he was still joking, and the old men around him cried and called the prince.

Li Minglou didn't think it was a joke and nodded: "Yes, I am a ghost. I came back to save you. This time it won't be the same as last time." His voice was sad and hoarse, "Otherwise, what's the point of my life!

"

King Zhao was curious about another thing: "Did I see you last time?"

Li Minglou shook his head.

King Zhao then smiled: "Then it's different this time. It's very meaningful."

At this point, he puffed out his cheeks like a fish, panted and muttered: "I am lucky this time. I can see Mrs. Wu before I die. I am happy."

After taking a few long breaths, the last of my strength was exhausted, and I lowered my head with my burden lifted...

Cries spread everywhere, and Li Minglou felt that her eardrums were bursting. She wanted to stand up and take two steps to escape, but her feet were stuck in the bloody water and couldn't move. She raised her head and looked at the sky.

God, he raised his hand and gave her a slap in the face.
Chapter completed!