"Not dead?"

The chilling voice poured into her ears, making Feng Jiutian who was in a coma shiver subconsciously, she slowly opened her eyes, and instantly met a pair of eyes that were as cold as ice.

"Feng Jiutian, you think you can die as soon as you die, more than 50,000 soldiers of this king will be buried in the Western Regions because of you, and you will never be able to return to Dayan, this king swears that you must not be able to survive, and you can't die."

The man tightly pinched Feng Jiutian's neck with one hand, gradually tightening, and the killing intent in his eyes was fully revealed.

Feng Jiutian struggled to raise her eyes, only to see a long figure standing in front of her, the man was dressed in a dark robe, his face was gloomy, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his eyes were red.

Death was approaching, and she felt it again, the fire before the explosion.

Without waiting for Feng Jiutian to recall, she felt faintly black in front of her, she knew that she was being restrained by a man, causing a lack of oxygen to her brain, and someone next to her was anxiously persuading.

"Your Highness, the princess is about to run out of gas."

Princess? What the heck?

Without waiting for Feng Jiutian to react, the man's extremely cold voice came to his ears again.

"Princess? She also deserves ?? ”

Just when Feng Jiutian thought that he would not escape death, a woman's anxious voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Lord Wang, go and take a look! Miss...... Miss vomited blood! ”

Just as Feng Jiutian was thinking about what this "prince" and "young lady" were, the clamps on her neck disappeared instantly, and she took a big breath while looking to the side, and saw the figure of the man striding away.

The curtain was raised, and the cold wind mixed with the wind and snow blew in, which made Feng Jiu's mind instantly clear a lot.

She struggled to get up from the ground, only to see that she was not wearing the combat uniform and combat boots worn on the mission, but a black robe, black cloth boots, the collar and cuffs of the robe were embroidered with a red flower pattern, and the most outrageous thing was her hair.

As a 21st century special forces medic, she has already cut her short hair to her ears, but at this moment, she has long hair draped behind her.

Looking at the empty ancient camp tent in front of her, as the cold wind blew the curtains, she actually saw two soldiers in armor and spears standing at the door, and the footsteps of soldiers patrolling and walking could be faintly heard outside.

Suddenly realizing something, Feng Jiutian immediately got up from the ground, but as soon as she took a step towards the door, there was a sudden sharp pain in her ankle, and she fell to the ground heavily, this sharp pain in her heart was not only in her ankle, but also in her wrist.

It was only then that Feng Jiutian noticed that the reason why her ankles and wrists hurt was because someone had cut her hamstrings and tendons.

The curtain was lifted again, someone walked in, and his footsteps stopped in front of Feng Jiutian, and his indifferent and detached voice did not contain a trace of emotion.

"Miao'er is infected with wind and cold, she has a special body, and she needs your blood as a medicine guide."

Feng Jiutian raised his head lightly and looked at the person in front of him.

The man was dressed in a dark robe, with a dark fox fur cloak on the outside, his long hair was tied up, and a delicate and handsome face was like a cold ice carving, revealing a chill.

"What do you mean by asking for my blood?"

Feng Jiu asked.

The man stood in place, his dark eyes coldly falling on Feng Jiutian.

"Feng Jiutian, you should be glad that your blood is still a little useful, so that you won't let this king work in vain."

"Human blood into medicine for medicine?" Feng Jiutian chuckled, didn't think about the meaning of the man's next sentence, and said without saltiness, "I don't know which quack doctor can say such a fallacy, the key is that there are still brains who believe it is true!" ”

"Feng Jiu tilted!"

The man was obviously annoyed by Feng Jiutian's words, and leaned over suddenly, grabbed Feng Jiutian's chin, and spoke word by word.

"Ti Miao'er's name, you don't deserve it."

Facing the anger in the man's eyes, Feng Jiutian not only did not see a trace of fear, but also nodded with a smile.

"Understood, that quack doctor is what you call Miao'er!"

It didn't seem to be like entangling with Feng Jiutian too much, the man shook off Feng Jiutian suddenly, got up from the ground, and ordered outside the account.

"Someone, get blood!"

The curtain was lifted, and a man in a long robe entered, followed by a woman in a pink dress.

The woman carried a tray on which was a small but not small white porcelain cup, and a dagger encrusted with rubies.

"Princess, offended!"

The man in the long robe leaned towards Feng Jiu and spoke, then picked up the dagger, and was about to start, when a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and the dagger that he was originally holding in the palm of his hand instantly fell into the other party's hand.

"You are not worthy of my blood."

Feng Jiu said in a cold voice, and then stabbed at the man on the side with a dagger.

She knew that it would be difficult for her to escape in her current condition, but even if she died, she would have to pull a cushion.

When she died, it was a big deal to go back to the twenty-first century, and it would be better to face her own stump than to be calculated and insulted here.

The man didn't seem to expect that Feng Jiu's hands and feet were completely broken, and he could still snatch the dagger, and he was slightly stunned.

Seeing the dagger approaching his heart, the man was only stunned for a moment, then coldly sideways to avoid it, and before he could stabilize his footing, the other party's dagger stabbed at him again, almost a ruthless move, and the knife was killed.

"Feng Jiu tilted!"

The man spoke coldly, and when he saw the approaching dagger, he raised his hand and slammed it into the wound on Feng Jiu's wrist.

"Hmm!"

Feng Jiu let out a muffled cry, the dagger fell to the ground suddenly, and her whole body fell to her knees because she had used all her strength.

"I want to die and fulfill you!"

The man spoke coldly, and without waiting for Feng Jiutian to react, the man suddenly picked up the dagger on the ground, the cold light flashed, and the dagger slashed fiercely from Feng Jiutian's wrist, and blood splattered out instantly.

Feng Jiutian's arm was tightly held in the man's hand, and her entire body was forcibly pressed to the ground by the man, and she could only watch, as the blood slipped down her arm and dripped on the cold ground, while the two people on the side were stunned for a while before they remembered to receive blood.

Watching the blood dripping into the white porcelain cup, Feng Jiu raised his eyes, and a pale sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She swore that if she didn't die, she would get her debt back today!

Grandma's, what's this called?

The sneer at the corner of Feng Jiu's mouth naturally did not escape the man's eyes, the man's eyes sank, and he frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The cold wind was howling outside, but inside the account, it was bloody.

By the time the blood in the porcelain cup was completely filled, more than half an hour had passed, and Feng Jiutian completely fell to the ground due to lack of physical strength.

In a blur, she saw the man carefully holding the porcelain cup and striding out of the tent, the cold wind blowing in, and the tent was as cold as an ice cave.

When Feng Jiutian was about to fall unconscious, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Princess, my young lady said that this little blood will not kill the princess, but it will not make the princess feel better!"

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