"Yes!" The brothers of the twelve flying dragon riders also responded in unison: "Swear to protect the prince to the death, and anyone who comes close will be killed without mercy!"
Nan Menrong was so angry that he stamped his feet: "Yu Jingfeng, how dare you even stop me!"
Yu Jingfeng didn't make a sound and just stood guard outside the tent, like an expressionless gatekeeper.
Long Yi now regretted it deeply. Because he was the queen before, he allowed her to come in with a dozen people.
But I didn't expect that the result of letting her in would be like this!
Now, he feels so guilty that he wants to commit suicide to apologize!
"Yu Jingfeng, outside this valley, there are hundreds of carefully selected guards of this palace. All of them have extraordinary skills. Are you sure you really want to fight with me?"
However, Yu Jingfeng still didn't say a word, he just stayed in his position, not listening, not asking, not saying anything!
Nanmen Rong finally saw the situation in front of him clearly. Yu Jingfeng really ignored her noble status and must keep her out.
"Yu Jingfeng, my inner strength is unfathomable. I can help Ah Jiu heal his injuries, but you won't let me in?"
"That wild girl doesn't know anything. When you hand Ah Jiu over to her, you don't mean to push Ah Jiu away..."
Nanmen Rong could not say the word death, because it was heartbreaking!
"Yu Jingfeng, if you treat Ah Jiu like this, when Ah Jiu wakes up one day, you will definitely be punished!"
Yu Jingfeng was still the same as before, unmoved and expressionless.
Nan Menrong was so angry that she stamped her feet, but Yu Jingfeng and the twelve flying dragon riders were blocking the outside of the tent, so it was impossible for her to attack in!
Are you really just watching Ah Jiu being snatched away by that bad woman? Feng Jiu'er, why should she? Why do everyone here seem to be possessed by a poison and all listen to her?
Has she really bewitched all these people?
…
In the tent, Feng Jiuer supported Zhan Qingcheng and sat on the soft side, letting her lean on the soft pillar.
She held up her sleeves and was about to roll them up and untie the gauze on her arms, intending to let him suck blood.
But when I thought about the last time I injured my arm and asked Uncle Nine Emperors to suck blood, Uncle Nine Emperors always looked angry, and I hesitated a little.
Finally, she bit her lip and took off her top, wearing only her bellyband.
He sat in front of Zhan Qingcheng and stroked his shoulder with his long finger.
It hurts! Such an injury is of course much bigger than the wound that Uncle Nine Emperors gave her before, but if she didn't do this, Uncle Nine Emperors would only be able to suck a little bit.
But now, a little blood is not enough at all, he is too seriously injured!
The bright red blood immediately slid down her back shoulder, reflecting the redness of Zhan Qingcheng's eyes, which were gradually becoming misty.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, hurry up!" Feng Jiuer leaned over and was very close to him.
Zhan Qingcheng's consciousness was a little blurry, and his vision was also blurry. In front of his eyes, he seemed to only see a bright red blood stain, falling slowly.
His big palm stretched out and took the little girl's body over.
There was no need to see everything in front of him clearly. As if he had become accustomed to this slender body, he lowered his head and sucked on the wound on her shoulder.
Her blood is really magical. No one knows why it is so magical, but for Zhan Qingcheng, it is very effective.
After he swallowed the blood, the burning sensation all over Zhan Qingcheng's body, as if he was being burned by fire, slowly cooled down.
However, with such an injury, his consciousness still cannot be fully awakened for a while.
He only knew that he really liked her blood, her body, and her...
The blood from the wound on his shoulder gradually stopped, and Uncle Nine Emperor's disordered breathing seemed to have recovered a lot.
Feng Jiuer finally breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she was really scared that one day her blood would stop working.
Even if she was a doctor or a medical student, she still couldn't explain why her blood could help him.
Because the matter was too mysterious, she was really worried. What if one day her blood no longer worked on the poison of the Nine Emperors Uncle?
We must reach Nanman as soon as possible, and we must remove the poisonous poison from Nine Emperors Uncle as soon as possible. Otherwise, the longer things drag on, the worse it will be for Nine Emperors Uncle's health.
Zhan Qingcheng's thin lips were still on her back. Feng Jiuer turned around to take a look, but found that her arms were tightly held by Uncle Nine Emperors, and she could not turn around at all.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." Not knowing what he was doing, she whispered tentatively: "Uncle Nine Emperors, are you... feeling better?"
The person behind him didn't respond at all, and Feng Jiuer knew that his consciousness must not have woken up yet.
However, he held her arms tightly, and she couldn't even look back at him.
She just wanted to see him, and when she saw that his expression improved, she felt relieved.
"Uncle Nine Emperors...you!"
Feng Jiuer suddenly opened her eyes, which were watery and stained with a layer of shameful red.
What was Uncle Nine Emperors doing? He... why was he kissing her back? Even, he... his kisses went further and further down...
"Nine..." Feng Jiu'er's voice was swallowed back by herself.
The man behind her gave her a slight push and easily pushed her down onto the soft floor.
He restrained her slender body, lowered his head, and rubbed his thin lips on her lower back.
Feng Jiuer didn't know what happened, but in fact, Zhan Qingcheng only saw a few drops of blood on her waist.
However, after kissing her body, he was a little reluctant to let go.
The small piece of clothing she was wearing was really an eyesore, so he was a bit willful and pulled off her small piece of clothing.
"Ah!" Jiu'er whispered, but immediately remembered that there were countless people guarding outside.
Yu Jingfeng, the Twelve Flying Dragon Riders, the brothers of the Dragoon Army, and the people from the Queen's side...
God! In this situation, she even let out a low cry just now.
But...but Uncle Nine Emperors, what are you doing? Why...Why did you tear off the only clothes on her body?
Feng Jiuer's skin was covered with a light pink color because of her shyness.
The blood from the wound on the shoulder has been stopped, and the man behind him doesn't seem to be breathing so heavily anymore.
It's just that it seems... getting more and more urgent, and finally, it turns into another kind of... heaviness...
"Uncle Nine Emperors, please...let me go first." His arms were restrained by him. I didn't expect that he could still be so strong despite being seriously injured.
Feng Jiuer thought about it and felt helpless, there was no way at all.
The worst thing was that after the Nine Emperors Uncle pressed down, he... actually lifted her face up.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." Jiu'er was forced to look back at him. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned back, his thin lips pressed down, completely sealing her lips!
