But if you think about it carefully, you will feel relieved.
After all, it is the blood of fallen spirits, a priceless treasure coveted by countless people. How could Nangong Meng not want it?
However, Nangong Meng is really ruthless!
One Death Flower is absolutely nothing to the Nangong family, and Nangong Meng would not feel bad even if he gave away a hundred flowers.
But this fatal flower is a priceless treasure to the old man Miaoshou, because it is related to life!
At this juncture, rushing to Miaoshou Valley to ask for the blood of fallen spirits is simply taking advantage of the situation!
Bizhen froze on the spot and made no sound for a while.
"Girl, what do you think of my proposal?" Nangong Meng glanced at her and asked.
"This..." Bizhen didn't know how to answer the question.
Anyuan couldn't sit still anymore, stood up suddenly and accused angrily: "Mr. Nangong, how could you do this? When you suffered from a strange disease, it was my master who cured you. At that time, my master did not confiscate any reward from you. Now I
Master is sick, and we just came to beg for the Death-Destroying Flower, but you force us to use the blood of fallen spirits in exchange, don’t you think this is too much?”
As soon as these words came out, many people's expressions changed.
"How presumptuous!" the butler shouted.
"Stinky girl, do you have the right to speak here? Shut up! Do you believe that I will slap your mouth to bits?" Nangong Yunqiu also stood up suddenly and cursed loudly.
"I'm just telling the truth!" An Yuan gritted her teeth.
"You...stinky girl! You're looking for death!" Nangong Yunqiu stomped her feet angrily. She didn't care about that and was about to rush forward and fight.
"Yunqiu, don't mess around!"
At this time, Nangong Mofei, who was next to him, gave a low drink.
Nangong Yunqiu was startled and stopped.
"Second brother..."
"Father, how can I allow you to be so presumptuous here? Are you trying to make the whole house laugh?" Nangong Mofei said majestically.
Nangong Yunqiu gritted her teeth in anger, but did not dare to mess up again.
Nangong Mofei walked over and stood in front of Anyuan.
An Yuan looked confused, wondering what Nangong Mofei was going to do.
The next second.
Snap!
A crisp slap sounded.
Anyuan almost fell down from her chair.
She covered her swollen face and was stunned for a while. She glared at Nangong Mofei and said in a trembling voice: "You...you actually hit me?"
"You dare to speak to my father in this tone, you are showing contempt for our Nangong family! I slap you for just interest, now you kneel down immediately! Do you hear me?" Nangong Mofei shouted.
Anyuan was so frightened that she trembled all over: "You...what do you want to do?"
"Those who insult my family master will be killed without mercy. This is the rule that our Nangong family has always inherited!"
Nangong Mofei said lightly, then raised his hand, and the butler next to him immediately took out a knife from the attendant and handed it to Nangong Mofei.
"What??"
Seeing this scene, Anyuan almost collapsed to the ground out of fright.
The breaths of all the guests also froze.
This is just one sentence, but it has reached the point of shouting and killing?
Is this too much to make a fuss about?
However, some thoughtful people realized that this was just Nangong Mofei's method.
What he wants is an excuse!
A justifiable excuse that drove Bizhen and Anyuan to a dead end!
Nangong Mofei's methods are indeed much better than Nangong Yunqiu's!
The reason why he stopped Nangong Yunqiu from fighting with An Yuan was because he wanted to push An Yuan to a dead end so as to force Bizhen to submit and agree to hand over the fallen spirit blood!
Now let’s see how Bizhen chooses.
If she didn't ask for the spiritual blood in exchange for the Jueming Flower, Anyuan would definitely die!
These two girls are desperate.
"You...bastard, I will fight with you!" An Yuan had a bad temper. She couldn't bear the anger. She almost broke her silver teeth and roared at Nangong Mofei.
But as soon as she moved, the housekeeper next to her snorted coldly, and rushed over like lightning. With a pinch of her old hands, she grabbed both of An Yuan's wrists and twisted her behind her back.
Anyuan was subdued on the spot and knelt on the ground.
"Junior sister!" Bizhen shouted.
"Let me go! Let me go! You bastards! Shameless people! Ungrateful guys!" Anyuan struggled hard, but it was useless.
"Everyone, please close your eyes. There may be some blood later, but there is nothing we can do about it. Mo Fei wants to defend the reputation of our Nangong family, so I can only ask for your understanding." Nangong Mo Fei said expressionlessly.
"It's okay, it's okay..."
"We all understand, we all understand..."
The guests were busy talking.
Nangong Meng didn't say a word from beginning to end, only silently looking at Nangong Mofei and watching his performance.
He was very satisfied.
After all, this move does not require him to waste any more words.
"Master Nangong! For the sake of my master curing you before, please spare my junior sister!" Bizhen was extremely anxious and cried out in pain.
But Nangong Meng said nothing, even closed her eyes, turning a deaf ear to Bizhen's words.
"Master Nangong!"
Bizhen cried out in pain again.
Anyuan struggled wildly, her autumn eyes turned red, and she screamed desperately.
To no avail.
Over there, Nangong Mofei had already raised his knife and was about to drop it.
The situation seems to be irreversible.
Many guests even turned their faces away, unable to bear to look at this bloody scene.
Bizhen was completely helpless.
At this time, she didn't dare to be stubborn anymore. She could only grit her teeth and promise Nangong Meng to hand over the fallen spirit's blood.
That's the master's fallen spirit blood.
Bizhen's heart was bleeding, but in order to save her life, she had to take it out.
But just when she was about to open her mouth, an indifferent voice came out.
"Bullying two helpless women? Is this the Nangong family? How ridiculous!"
The sound fell to the ground, and the scene suddenly fell silent.
Countless people's eyes focused on the source of the sound...
