The doctor didn't know that what he was talking about was the young man in front of him.

"It's okay, doctor, you can go on."

He smiled awkwardly, and learned a lot about Ling Feng's deeds from the old man.

The old man knew everything and said everything, and he almost burst into tears, and if he was his daughter, he would have been very distressed for a long time.

――

Two days later.

"Miss Ling, our son wants to see you."

"You want to see me, I don't want to see him yet! Forget it, let's see you! ”

Ling Feng seized this opportunity to go out and get some air, and the moment the door opened, the bright sunlight shone on her, making her squint and quickly block it with her hands.

The room was airtight, even the windows were covered with black cloths, and the air smelled of blood.

Ling Feng had been locked up in this room for two whole days, and every day a maid brought food in to her and fed her.

After letting her eat enough, he immediately cut her wrist and took a small amount of blood from her body, a small cup a day, and after taking it, he gave her medicine to stop the bleeding.

Ling Feng couldn't move, he could only be slaughtered like a fish on the top.

I complained about my situation more than once, how could there always be times when it got worse. Could it be that this is the heavens that will descend on the people?!

NO!NO!NO!

Do you want to be treated as an experiment in this little dark room that does not see the light of day, and be put into blood for a lifetime?!

The more blood was lost, the weaker her body became, and the more she couldn't use Transfiguration to get out of here.

What's even more strange is that the maid poured her a decoction every day, saying that it was a medicine that could help her manage her injuries, and that she bought it from the hospital that night.

As far as she knew, she seemed to have left the herbs on the street that night.

Could it be that the person who caught her would be kind enough to pick up the medicinal herbs as well?

She resisted as hard as she could, refusing to drink, but the resistance was ineffective. In the past two days, I have been like a soft dough, allowing others to knead it flat and round.

Because there was a strange smell from the gilded incense burner in the room, like the smell of blood, mixed with a faint fragrance, which neutralized the smell of blood.

But the smell is unpleasant.

Who has this weird fetish? Or was it specifically used against her?

Coupled with the closed doors and windows around her, she almost fainted from the smell in the past two days.

Although the smell is unpleasant, it is not poisonous, otherwise, she will not be poisoned, and she will not be tricked.

During toilet time, she was like a prisoner, and someone followed her in the last hut.

Over time, the smell of blood in the incense burner made her limbs weak, as if she had been fed soft tendons, her whole body was weak, and she had no ability to resist.

The maid seemed to have antibodies, and was not affected at all. Of course, he won't tell her the truth, she has no deterrent power to threaten her now, and she can't escape.

It's a thing to be slaughtered like this for two days, but she can't help it.

What's even more strange is that yesterday, the system also reported to her, and her vitality has been extended.

Trapped in this small dark room, she thought that she was so weak that she was hallucinating, and she was only controlled by others, where was there a chance to save people?

"Miss Ling, our son-in-law wants to see you, please move to the next room."

Ling Feng didn't care about anything else, as long as he could leave this little black house.

The moment the maid unlocked the door, she was a veritable prisoner who had just been released, and rushed out in a hurry.

The bright sunlight stabbed her eyes, and she was caught after running a few steps, and she was shoved into the next room, and then the door was locked.

"You people, it's ......"

She was about to scold, but she suddenly realized that she couldn't scold people, and she couldn't even say a foul word.

The same smell of blood wafted from the incense burner in this room.

She frowned, thinking that the person with quirks should be the son of the slaves.

"Ling Feng, this shouldn't be your real name."

Ling Feng turned around and saw a man in a lilac brocade robe standing in the room, with a very thin figure, with his back to her, standing with his hands in his hands, and his voice was very ...... Gentle, familiar?

This is the best voice of the man she has met in this dream so far, full of care.

In Xue Beijie's voice, there was always a trace of ruffianism like his person, and Mo Lingfeng's voice was cold and withdrawn......

Wait, Ling Feng rubbed her temples, her head must have been squeezed by the door, she would feel that this man who grabbed her and released her two cups of blood had a gentle voice!

"Why are you always hallucinating?" She muttered.

"The girl has no auditory hallucinations, in the past two days, Yu Ze has been disrespectful to the girl, sorry."

The voice is still so gentle and good.

"I also captured you, trapped you again, let you blood for two more days, and finally said sorry lightly, okay?!"

When Ling Feng heard this, his heart suddenly became angry and he said. If she hadn't fought back now, she would have had to dismantle this person.

No, no, no, be light, be light, so as not to be attacked again.

"Turn around."

"Okay, girl, don't be afraid."

The voice was so gentle that she had delusions several times, and she always felt that she had heard it somewhere.

Be...... Half a year ago, the person who taught her the art of disguise on a remote island!

She suddenly remembered, her heart was shocked, and her heart was filled with a long-lost feeling of reunion between master and apprentice after a long absence, and immediately walked over with three steps and two steps.

Is that him?

Half a year ago, although she had only been a master and apprentice with that person for a few days on the island, he was too mysterious, like a patron saint who descended from the sky to save her from the dire situation.

Unfortunately, he disappeared and did not leave his name.

What's more, that person can change his face, change his voice casually, and disappear into the vast sea of people, even if he is standing in front of her, she will not recognize him.

Ling Feng had thought about this for a long time, and even if he left the island, he didn't have much hope for finding his master.

However, now listening to this voice, she thought it was an illusion several times.

As soon as the man came to her senses, she walked over quickly, looking at each other, and when she saw his unfamiliar face and blue eyes, her heart chuckled, and the hope that had just risen instantly vanished.

"You...... Don't move. ”

The world is so big, there are no surprises, not to mention that this is just in her own dream, the man in front of her has blue eyes, a little different from ordinary people, she is not so shocked.

I just wanted to make sure that he wasn't the one who taught her the transfiguration technique half a year ago.

In her mind, her master is a god-like figure, but even if she can change her appearance, can she easily change her eye color?

"The girl was frightened by me, my eyes ...... It's scary. The man said softly, and at the same time, there was a faint guilt in his eyes, like the sunshine shining in the drizzle, and at the same time it was heartwarming.

She raised her hand to find out if he was wearing a human skin mask, but if not, she was too presumptuous, hesitated for a few seconds, and then lowered her hand.

"Girl, I should thank you, I just want you to know today how much you mean to me."

"What do you mean?"

Ling Feng was puzzled, only to see that the man's expression remained unchanged, he picked up a dagger on the table, and quickly cut his palm.

There was also a small cup on the table, which contained her blood, and she clearly remembered the delicate pattern on the cup, and she knew it at first sight.

Isn't this man so mad that he wants blood for blood? Such a thought flashed through Ling Feng's mind, and in the next second, the truth made her dumbfounded!

The blood that flowed from the wound on his palm was blue!

Heterogeneous!

The man looked indifferent, picked up the cup of blood on the table again, and drank it all.

It's her blood.

There was still blood on the corners of his mouth, and at the same time, his eyes instantly turned their normal dark brown.

The blood that flowed from the wound on the palm also turned bright red, mixed with the blue blood that had flowed out earlier.

"I just said, I want to tell the girl, how important you are to me, do you see it now?"

Ling Feng rubbed his eyes, making sure again that it was not his own dazzle.

"I am Murong Yuze, the son of the Seventh Prince."

Murong Yuze said frankly.

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