Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 432: Change Blood Five


   Nangong Chu's face is ugly.

  Feng Xingying was deliberately tearing down the stage for him!

   If he refuses, he will become unfilial.

   But Feng Xingying has an enmity with him. If he does something in the middle, he will die in vain.

   Nangong Chu doesn’t envelop Xingying at all.

  More importantly, he couldn't bear his life.

   even hope that Feng Xingying's so-called exchange of blood will not succeed, so that his father and Nangong Ling will die together. In this way, he can take the throne with peace of mind, and then get rid of Nangong Zhuo this little trash.

   "I'm sorry, I only believe in Doctor Su." Nangong Chu made an excuse: "You are too young to give you the life of my father."

   "Shut up. If you don't want to, you can get out, and everyone else will send it out. The crowd is too noisy."

   "Yes!"

   Du Heng responded with his lips and found out, how do you feel that something is wrong?

   How did he become the commander of Feng Xingying?

   Forget it, the world is big and the genius doctor is the biggest.

  Because the genius doctor can save our emperor.

   Looking at Feng Xingying's confident look, it must be no problem.

   Although Du Heng is straightforward, he is not stupid, and he is also sophisticated to look at people. Otherwise, he, the Marshal of Soldiers and Horses, could become a Peak Profound Spiritist alone?

  "Do you want to be clear?" Feng Xingying asked Nangong Ling lastly: "Once the exchange of blood begins, there is no room for regret. If you want to resist, I will force you to stun you."

   "I figured it out clearly!"

   "Even if the blood exchange is successful, your body will lose too much blood at one time, and you will suffer a serious illness later, which will affect your body and spiritual strength. Are you sure?"

   "I'm sure." Nangong Ling nodded resolutely, looking at the man on the bed with moist eyes:

   "Although my father didn’t give me the title of prince, he didn’t even come to see me, he didn’t give me a king, but I know that he loves me, and he did this to protect me.

   If I am a king, I will never live today. "

   "Good."

  The action of closing the stars is really scary.

   She said that the exchange of blood is really an exchange of blood.

   He watched Feng Xingying separate his majesty's blood vessels, and stimulated his blood vessels to spew with a needle.

   The gurgling black blood looks like murder in every way.

   In order to prevent the blood from cooling and solidifying, Feng Xingying puts people in warm water. The water quickly stained a stench of black and red.

   such a terrifying picture, it is also forgotten that a bold concubine and two court ladies dared to come and help.

   If you say it's useless, you're the queen.

   The empress woke up, saw her majesty become like this, screamed "killer." She fainted.

   Feng Xingying didn't bother to care about her, just fainted, and the whole world was cleaner.

   However, in order to prevent her from waking up midway, Feng Xingying still pierced her sleeping acupuncture point to ensure that the empress would sleep for at least six hours.

  Nangong Ling saw the **** picture. Although there was a bit of hairiness, Feng Xingying allowed Feng Xingying to separate his wrist and connected a strange tube to his majesty’s chest.

   blood, the feeling of passing, it's cold.

   "Give him medicine." Feng Xingying ordered.

   Yunxiang poured the prepared medicinal powder into Nangong Ling’s mouth with hot water.

   "You, give him blood, don't swallow it, be sure to spit it out." Feng Xingying pointed to the court lady next to her.

  The palace lady's legs were weak, but the concubine approached with a pale face: "I'm coming."

   After she paled with fright, her lips looked extraordinarily delicate and beautiful.

   Her lips were printed on His Majesty's black arm, took a mouthful, turned her head and spit it out, her beautiful red lips turned into an abnormal black color as if they were stained with a layer of ink.


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