C590 Your Royal Sister

Dark red blood dripped onto the center of her palm. Mo Qingge's heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife, but she could only hug him. Warm profound energy slowly poured into his body from the center of her palm.

Royal Uncle, you must not have any mishaps.

What would you do if something happened to you?

"..."

A few hours passed, and when Gu Mei Mo regained consciousness again