"Oh? Are you coming then?" Feng Xingying glanced at Nangong Yulian teasingly:
"I heard that you still want to commit suicide to prove your innocence? Suicide is a waste, why not donate your blood and then commit suicide?"
Feng Xingying held the shining silver dagger and approached Nangong Yulian step by step.
"ah!!!"
Nangong Yulian screamed in fright, and all the fear in her heart was aroused at this moment: "Don't come over, I don't want to die."
"Bang." Feng Xingying's dagger was knocked to the ground at this moment. A withered arm pointed towards Feng Xingying.
Feng Xingying recognized this person, the patron saint of Dali Kingdom, Spirit King Nangong Mu!
How could Feng Xingying be the one to suffer the loss before him? With a squeak, he disappeared in front of Nangong Mu as slippery as a loach.
It’s space again!
Nangong Chu knew that Feng Xingying had space, but he didn't expect that she would use it so easily.
Now everyone was dumbfounded. His Majesty was still lying on the dragon bed, uncertain about his life or death. The princes and princesses all looked at each other with big eyes.
The imperial doctor was still lying on the ground.
The only one who said he was sure of saving people has disappeared without a trace.
On the contrary, Nangong Mu appeared once, then disappeared with Nangong Yulian, and said:
"I don't care how you make trouble, Nangong Chu can't have anything going on, and Dali Kingdom can't have no heirs."
Du Heng was so angry that he was so angry. What kind of spirit king was he
After making Feng Xingying angry, he could just pat his butt and leave, leaving a mess for them. What happened
Nangong Chu reacted quickly, and suddenly he knelt on the ground and cried loudly: "Father, you can't just go like this."
Several other princesses also cried and cried. People outside were confused about the situation and thought that His Majesty had really died.
In this situation, even if Nangong Zhuo and Du Heng are strong, they can't do anything.
What's more, there is Nangong Chu's supporter outside - Sun Zhi.
As soon as Sun Zhi heard Nangong Chu's cry, she immediately began to incite her to break a gap and bring over the old ministers who came to watch the excitement.
"Everyone has heard that your majesty is traveling to the immortal world. Our country, Dali, cannot be left without a master for a day. Sir, please give me your opinion."
In this situation, who dares to mention Nangong Zhuo
The prince's advantage is obvious. If he registers and mentions Nangong Zhuo today, will he still have to die
On the contrary, some princelings began to appeal: "The country cannot be left without an owner for a day. Please ask the prince to handle the government affairs on his behalf."
The situation is out of control.
"Here, Divine Doctor, please come out and save His Majesty." Du Heng knelt down.
However, Feng Xingying is still there in the space.
None of you in the Nangong family are in a hurry, why should I be in a hurry
I treat your emperor's illness, but you still dare to attack me? Why
My sister won’t play with you anymore!
Do it yourselves.
After such a torment, everyone was dumbfounded.
Nangong Ling, who had been standing quietly in an inconspicuous corner and did not regard himself as the eldest prince, suddenly knelt down at the place where Feng Xingying disappeared:
"Please ask the miraculous doctor to save my father. Nangong Ling, a useless person, is willing to try the miraculous doctor's method and use my blood to give my father, even if it costs my life."
Feng Xingying then appeared and glanced at Nangong Ling quietly: "Blood transfusion is very dangerous. In order to prevent blood rejection, if your blood is used, it can only be yours.
I will try my best to replenish your blood, but you may still die because your spiritual power is too weak.
If it were Nangong Chu, the winning rate would be much higher. "
Feng Xingying's voice was deliberately loud and clear so that everyone outside could hear it clearly.