Chapter 432: Transfusion 5

Nangong Chu's face was not good-looking. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Xingying deliberately demolished the stage for him!

If he refuses, it becomes his unfilial piety.

But Feng Xingying has an enmity with him, and if he does something halfway, he will die in vain.

Nangong Chu didn't believe in Xingying at all.

What's more, he was reluctant to give up his life.

even hoped that Feng Xingying's so-called blood exchange would not succeed, and it would be best for his father to die with Nangong Ling. In this way, he can ascend the throne with peace of mind, and then get rid of Nangong Zhuo, a little waste.

"I'm sorry, I only believe in Imperial Doctor Su. Nangong Chu made an excuse: "You are too young, I can't give you my father's life." ”

"Shut up. Since you don't want to, you can get out, everyone else will be sent out, and the crowd will be too noisy. ”

"Yes!"

Du Heng responded smoothly only to find out, how do you feel that something is wrong?

How did he become under the command of Feng Xingying?

Forget that the world is big, and the miracle doctor is the biggest.

Because the divine doctor can save my emperor.

Looking at Feng Xingying's confident little appearance, it must be no problem.

Although Du Heng is upright, he is not stupid, and he is also old-fashioned. Otherwise, he, the generalissimo of soldiers and horses, can only become a peak Xuanling master?

"Have you figured it out?" Feng Xingying finally asked Nangong Ling: "Once the blood exchange starts, there is no room for regret. If you resist, I'll knock you out. ”

"I've figured it out!"

"Even if the exchange blood exchange is successful, your body will lose too much blood at one time, and then you will be seriously ill, which will have an impact on your body and spiritual cultivation, are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Nangong Ling nodded resolutely, and looked at the man on the bed with a little moist eyes:

"Although my father didn't give me the title of crown prince, didn't even come to see me, and didn't give me the title of king, I know that he loves me, and he does it to protect me.

If I had been crowned king, I would not have lived to this day. ”

"Good. ”

Feng Xingying's actions are indeed terrifying.

She said that the exchange of blood is really the exchange of blood.

Seeing that Feng Xingying separated His Majesty's blood vessels, he even stimulated his blood gushing with a spirit needle.

The bubbling black blood looks like murder no matter how you look at it.

In order to prevent the blood from cooling and coagulation, Feng Xingying even put the person in warm water. The water quickly turned a fishy black-red.

Such a terrifying picture is also a loss to a bold concubine and two palace maids who dare to come and help.

If it's useless, it's the queen.

The lady woke up, saw her majesty like this, and screamed, "Murder." And he fainted.

Feng Xingying didn't bother to pay attention to her, just right to faint, and the whole world was cleaner.

However, in order to prevent her from waking up halfway, Feng Xingying still pricked her sleeping hole to ensure that Niangniang slept for at least six hours.

Nangong Ling saw the bloody picture, although he was a little furious, but he still let Feng Xingying separate his wrist and connected a strange tube, which went straight to His Majesty's chest.

Blood, the feeling of flowing, cold.

"Give him medicine. Feng Xingying commanded.

Rue Xiang poured the prepared medicinal powder that was washed with hot water into Nangong Ling's mouth.

"You, suck his blood, don't swallow it, you must spit it out. Feng Xingying pointed to the palace maid next to him.

The palace maid's legs were weak, but it was the concubine who approached with a miserable face: "I'll come." ”

After her face turned pale with fright, her lips looked particularly delicate and beautiful.

Her lips were imprinted on His Majesty's blackened arm, and she took a sip, turned her head and spit it out, her delicate red lips turned into an abnormal black color as if dyed with a layer of ink.