CHAPTER 392: CHAPTER 373: YOU’RE THE BEST!

Seeing that Yun Ran had no awareness of ’the mistake she made’, the man lowered his eyes and glanced sideways at her, letting out a cold hum, "I’m stronger than him! He can’t even beat me!"

Yun Ran instantly heard his discontent, and his little emotional outburst made her a bit speechless.

Of course, she knew that with Wushang’s martial arts, he couldn’t beat him, but wasn’t that a special circumstance? At that time, he was already in such a state...

But looking at his current miserable appearance, covered in wounds, Yun Ran just wanted to coax him and go along with him.

"Mm-hmm, I know, your martial arts are the most powerful! They couldn’t beat you one-on-one. They just relied on their numbers, and took advantage of your injuries, taking advantage of the situation!"

"They’re nothing but despicable scoundrels! You got caught in their trap and suffered so many injuries because you had to protect me, a burden!"

Hearing this, Nangong Mo slightly furrowed his brows and earnestly corrected her, "You’re not a burden, you’re my queen."

Yun Ran flashed him a sweet smile, "I know that!"

Yet in her heart, there was an unspeakable pain: not only did she stab him with her own hand, but also caused him to suffer all these wounds...

Even though she had just finished applying medicine and bandaging all his injuries, what about the pain? How much must all those wounds hurt!

Especially that wound on his chest. If at that time she had pierced it just a little bit more, she didn’t even dare continue thinking about it.

Suppressing the turbulent emotions in her heart, Yun Ran reached out to grab his hand, intending to take his pulse.

"Are those assassins part of the Crown Prince’s men? He’s always watching you with ill intentions, and the poison on you, is that also his doing?"

In her heart, Yun Ran silently added:

[Dare to hurt this girl? I must avenge this grudge!]

[I will definitely find those assassins, chop off their heads, take their silver, dig up their ancestral graves, and set fire to their lair!]

[And that sinister, scheming Crown Prince...]

Nangong Mo’s current mood was half sweet, half worried...

She said I’m her man! Happy!

But, these wounds were self-inflicted; if she found out... would she beat me to death after they healed?!

Nangong Mo glanced inconspicuously at the lonely dagger lying not far away, discreetly moved his right foot to kick the remaining two medicinal herbs that Yun Ran had used, silently covering the dagger.

After doing this, Nangong Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said honestly:

"As for their identities, I can’t determine for now, but I’ve always been at odds with the Crown Prince, and he is deeply scheming and extremely insidious!"

"My love, you should try to stay away from him in the future, and spend as much time with me as possible, preferably spending all twelve hours of the day by my side."

Yun Ran: "..."

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes silently, but considering he was an injured patient, she refrained from scolding him.

However, when she rolled up his sleeves to take his pulse, she saw the intertwined, vine-like purple lines on his arms, contrasting with his nearly transparent pale skin, an unspeakable eerie and shocking sight.

Yun Ran’s heart suddenly contracted, eyes filled with tumultuous waves.

This isn’t poison! More like some sinister, ghostly ancient secret technique!

Runes? Spells? Curse?

Yun Ran just felt her mind was in a mess, suddenly filled with numerous rumors about ancient secret techniques.