Qingcheng ignored Bei Mu Kuang and continued to cook the medicine in Sister Feng's simple kitchen.
When Qingcheng thought the medicine was ready, Bei Mukuang, who had been watching Qingcheng doing everything, suddenly picked up the pot of decoction with a cold face and left.
"Hey, what do you want, you bastard?" Qingcheng chased after him in horror: Does this bastard want to take it and throw it away?
Beimu Kuang ignored Qingcheng's angry screams and unexpectedly entered a room.
When Qingcheng chased in, Bei Mukuang was saying with a cold face to Sister Feng who was in the room who was frightened: "Get out!"
Sister Feng glanced at Qingcheng worriedly and walked out without asking anything.
"You bastard, what do you want to do?" Qingcheng looked at the medicine jar placed on the table, still filled with hatred.
Bei Mukuang ignored Qingcheng's scolding, walked around her, closed the door, turned back and handed Qingcheng a knife: "Do it yourself!"
Qingcheng was startled: So he agreed to shed his own blood to save people! But why did he close the door and hide himself so much? He was obviously saving people, but now he was acting like a thief.
"What are you doing sneaking around! Aren't you shady?" Qingcheng rolled his eyes and said angrily to Bei Mu, who was standing aside with a cold face.
"If you want someone to catch you in the future and drain your blood to make medicine, then go out and shout as much as possible: My blood can cure Night Demon Queen's poison!" Bei Mu looked at her wildly.
As if he was looking at an idiot, he sat lazily on the chair, raising an evil smile on his lips that made Qingcheng feel dizzy again.
He pinched himself hard. After staying with him for a long time, not only was he not immune to his smile, but he seemed to be addicted to drugs. Trying not to look at him again, Qingcheng turned around.
He gritted his teeth and gently pulled his middle finger with the fire-blued blade. Blood dripped out bit by bit, mixing with the strange green color in the jar.
Big drops of blood fell into the jar. Qingcheng stared at it blankly: I can't imagine what it would be like if someone really knew that his blood was the only antidote to the devil's flower poison.
Knowing if someone really caught her, killed her, and shed all her blood! Qingcheng shuddered, he couldn't imagine it!
Bei Mu Kuang is protecting her!
"Hey! You really want to die!" An evil voice said with anger. Qingcheng's hand that had been stretched out over the concoction was pulled back and put into his mouth to suck gently.
Qingcheng watched Bei Mu sucking his middle finger wildly, raised his eyes and stared into his own eyes, and even forgot to withdraw his hand for a moment.
"You are really stupid, girl!" Bei Mu smiled wildly and threw away Qingcheng's hand.
In an instant, Qingcheng's face turned red!
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Sister Feng distributed the medicine evenly to those who had been waiting anxiously outside for a long time and who had poisoned people at home.
Sister Feng's husband also drank the medicine, and soon he woke up with a "Oh!" sound. Sister Feng cried with joy and hugged him and cried for a long time.
Sister Feng and his wife were extremely grateful to Qingcheng and the others, and enthusiastically persuaded Qingcheng and the others to stay. But Qingcheng looked at the cold Bei Mu Kuang next to him, and in order not to cause unnecessary trouble to Sister Feng and the others, Qingcheng politely said
Rejected.
Before leaving, Sister Feng pulled Qingcheng reluctantly: "Qingcheng, you must be careful along the way!"
Looking at Bei Mu Kuang, Qingcheng chuckled: "Are you careful about him? I know that!"
Sister Feng looked a little surprised and had some hesitation in her eyes.
Qingcheng suppressed his smile and was puzzled. Looking at her, he couldn't help but ask: "Sister Feng, do you have anything to say? If so, just say it."
Only then did Sister Feng glance at Bei Mu Kuang, who was standing next to her: "Qingcheng, actually from the moment you saved my husband! I knew you were a goddess."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a "dang" sound, and the long sword in Bei Mu Kuang's hand was unsheathed and pressed to Sister Feng's neck. His voice was cold and stiff: "You already know! Then I won't let you go!"
Sister Feng's face turned pale, and her husband's smiling face changed. He immediately picked up the guy from the side and rushed over.
Bei Mu Kuang brought the sword slightly closer to Sister Feng's neck: "If you take another step closer, she will die or you will die!"
When Sister Feng's husband heard this, he immediately stopped and stood there, looking at Bei Mu Kuang bitterly.
Qingcheng glared at Bei Mu Kuang angrily: "You are crazy! Sister Feng is a good person, why do you want to kill her!"