However, to those who had contracted weird illnesses, it resembled a drum that sucked away souls or a bell that took away lives!
Zhan Nancheng suddenly tensed and jumped up from his bed, reaching a height of half a meter, before falling heavily on the bed again. There was a moment of spasm, panting and struggling, and before long, thin streaks of blood started flowing out from his eyes and nostrils.
As he wriggled painfully in bed, he resembled a dying fish or a hysterical prawn in the ocean. The silk bed sheet was continuously stained with spots of blood, which looked as striking as a radiant rosa rubus.
Meanwhile, the slaves froze in their spots - their natural instincts had been destroyed ever since they were at a young age. The only order they received was: if anyone tried to near the Emperor and attack him, kill them!
And at that moment, Meng Fuyao stood far away, and she was merely pouring alcohol.
