I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

It was obvious that there was a lot of blood on her body, and his hand stopped in the air.

Her death is not a pity, but she is still useful now, and we can't let her die like this.

"Come with me..." He dragged the witch doctor into the big tent.

Fang Ling'er stood in front of the bed, ignoring the arrow wound on her shoulder and kept guarding Shi'er.

She fed Shi'er a heart-protecting pill, but it could only temporarily stabilize the toxicity in her body.

He threw the witch doctor beside the bed and said coldly, "Hurry up and treat her. She is dying. I will cut you into pieces."

The witch doctor climbed up in pain, held Shi'er's slender wrist with trembling hands, and took her pulse.

Her pulse was weak, yet sometimes forceful.

This was obviously related to her injuries and the poison she had been poisoned with. Her injuries were so severe that the poison in her internal organs spread faster than before.

"What happened?" Seeing that the witch doctor didn't speak for a long time, Lin Hataimu couldn't help but ask anxiously.

"Young master... just kill me." The witch doctor released the hand that was holding Shi'er's pulse, put his hands on the ground, and crawled to salute him.

"What's the point of me killing you? I asked you to save her. I want her to be alive and healthy!"

The witch doctor was picked up again by Linhataimu.

The witch doctor took out a bag of silver needles from his pocket and pricked Shi'er's finger. The blood that came out was dark black.

To prove her diagnosis, she used a silver needle to prick Shi'er's arm and neck.

All the bleeding spots were dark in color, and the signs of poisoning were particularly obvious.

"Look, she's been poisoned and is seriously ill. Even the gods can't save her. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Lin Hatai asked woodenly.

Fang Ling'er held Shi'er's hand, heartbroken and crying.

She knew who Nuchen was referring to, but he was already dead.

To take a step back, even if Lin Boyuan was still alive, he would not be kind enough to save Shi'er.

"My master Lin Boyuan is resurrected."

"Who is Lin Baiyuan?" Lin Hatamu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"He is dead. The poison in Shi'er's blood was planted by Lin Boyuan. Even before his death... he was unwilling to let my sister's child go..." Fang Ling'er explained while crying and choking.

"Is it... that I can only watch her die? Is there really no other way?" Lin Hatamu felt his heart bleeding.

It was difficult for him to breathe, as if he was the one poisoned, not the girl lying on the bed.

"The only way is to see if my sister and cousin can find a way to develop an antidote for Shi'er. But they are far away in the embassy hotel, being monitored day and night by Sarge's people. Once they leave the hotel, they will be in danger."

Fang Linger came out of the hotel alone, so she was a small target. It was not difficult for her to avoid Salge's men.

But Lin'er, Duo'er and Guoguo don't know any martial arts. If they all leave the embassy, ​​they will definitely be discovered.

"What should I do?"

While lying in bed, she was not completely asleep. She could vaguely hear what her aunt and Lin Hataimu were saying.

"Unify the grasslands of the Western Regions, kill...kill Sarge." Shi'er opened his eyes faintly and said weakly.

"Shi'er, are you awake?" Fang Ling'er put Shi'er's hand on her face, and her tears soon wet the little girl's fingers.

Shi'er looked at Lin Hataimu. She had a lot to say, but her body was too weak.

"All of you go out and lock this bitch up in the underground prison. No one is allowed to let her out without my order." Lin Hataimu knew the importance of the matter, so he asked everyone in the tent to go out.