The poisonous concubine

Chapter 339 Ask Father for a Bowl of Blood
Yan Ye turned his head to look at Feng Duwu, and in his charming eyes was the complexity and helplessness that Feng Duwu could not understand. Feng Duwu could feel that Yan Ye had some words that he should not have said to her, and these words might be able to unravel Qianxue's mystery. The point is, but she is not qualified to ask, because Yanye's willingness to talk about the matter between him and Qianxue is just a matter of emotion.

"I can't give what she wants." Yan Ye said quietly.

"She wants a sincere heart." Feng Duwu said softly, "The hardest thing to get in this world is a sincere heart."

The corners of Yan Ye's lips raised slightly, and that slight smile carried a deep meaning. Feng Duwu didn't fully understand it, but she could detect a sneer, which made Feng Duwu's heart tighten. Could it be that what Qianxue wants is not a sincere heart, but also a sneer? other?But as No.1 in the last three days, besides sincerity, what else can Yan Ye not give her?What exactly does Qianxue want?
"Go back." Yan Ye suppressed all his emotions, and returned to that indifferent and unfathomable man, as if he was not the one who confided his thoughts just now.

Feng Duwu just nodded lightly, Yan Ye shot like lightning, stretched out his hand to stop Feng Duwu's waist, and quickly walked towards Langya Mountain.Different from when he came, this time Yan Ye was covered with vitality, his strong vitality blocked the wind knife, Feng Duwu didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Soon, Feng Duwu was brought back to Langya Mountain by Yan Ye, and he let go of Feng Duwu, Yan Ye did not enter the house, but continued to stand in that place he particularly liked.

Feng Duwu looked at Yan Ye, ignored him, walked into her room alone, and took out the prepared medicinal materials one by one. When taking the medicinal materials, Feng Duwu naturally saw Yan Ye's blood unavoidably. Ti Feng Du Wu has never heard of it, but just by hearing the name, one knows that it must be an extremely powerful existence. I don't know whether his blood has a strong spiritual essence.Feng Duwu couldn't help but think of her empty dantian again. I don't know if she was thinking about it. Feng Duwu smelled the bewitching breath of Yan Ye's blood again, swallowed, and Feng Duwu still withdrew her consciousness from the space , concentrating on refining the elixir.

Feng Duwu was not in a hurry to detoxify Yan Ye, but she actually wanted to procrastinate for a while, so it would be more convenient for them to do things, but she didn't want to stay with Yan Ye, so it would be better to find out the antidote sooner, and see him off sooner.

"Mother, I want to go and see what's going on over there." Feng Duwu was preparing to make alchemy when the little prince suddenly said.

Of course, it refers to the army of beast tribes. Feng Duwu has not been there for a long time. Although there is only a wall separating her, Feng Duwu is still quite worried. Looking up from the green screen window, Yan Ye seems to be motionless. Feng Duwu let the little prince go. When he came out, he intentionally made a noise while refining the elixir to cover the little prince from leaving the secret passage.

The little prince went very smoothly, without arousing Yan Ye's suspicion at all, because the little prince knew that Yan Ye didn't lock Feng Duwu with his spiritual sense, that's why he made this request.Of course, the little prince went there to see the situation there, but it was not the main purpose.

The main purpose is to contact Dad.

When the influence of Shui Jingyue appeared in front of the little prince, the little prince said directly: "Father, please give the child a bowl of blood."

Shui Jingyue couldn't help being taken aback when she heard the little prince's request, she was a little bit suspicious that she heard it wrong: "What do you want?"

"My child wants your blood." The little prince repeated solemnly.

"Why?" Clever and wise as water and mirror moon, she couldn't figure out why the little prince wanted his blood.

"The boy is doing it for your own good, so you can give him a bowl of blood." The dragon-shaped little prince frowned with golden eyebrows.

"For the sake of my father?" Shui Jingyue raised her pretty sword eyebrows, seeing the little prince's irritable expression, she didn't ask any further questions, and nodded, "Okay, my father will deliver it to you as soon as possible."

The little prince thought that it would take a lot of words to explain his father, but he didn't expect Shui Jingyue to agree to him so readily, and his eyes turned into crescents when he smiled, and he rubbed Shui Jingyue's face through the eggshell. Ying: "Father is so kind."

Hearing the praise from her son who had always been estranged and polite, Shui Jingyue's heart softened, not to mention a bowl of blood, even a piece of meat.

It was the first time that his son asked him for something, so Shui Jingyue was very active as a father. Before dawn, Shui Jingyue's blood was delivered to the little prince.

It was Qin Yan who brought it to the little prince himself. As a transformed monster, how could he feel that the blood in his hand was dragon's blood, so he couldn't help but asked with a face full of fear: "Your Highness, what do you want Your Majesty's blood for?" ?”

"Hmm..." The little prince pretended to be profound and told Qin Yan what he was going to use to fool Shui Jingyue, "Mother said that if the antidote is added with father's blood, the dose can be reduced. The medicinal materials are left, and the medicinal effect is better."

"Ah?" Qin Yan's eyes widened, "But I didn't realize that His Majesty's blood has this effect."

"Is it you or the empress mother?" The little prince glared at Qin Yan displeased.

Qin Yan naturally said respectfully, "Naturally, it's your empress."

"Since you know what you're talking about?" The little prince waved his hand impatiently, and returned to Feng Duwu's side with Shui Jingyue's blood.

Feng Duwu was in the final stage of refining the antidote, so the little prince naturally didn't bother her. When Feng Duwu refined the antidote, she was paralyzed.Because of Yan Ye's presence, Feng Duwu didn't want to expose Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai, so she activated the flames of Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai herself, and used her spiritual power to refine Yan Ye's antidote, which almost destroyed her spirit. The energy wasted.

Putting the elixir into the prepared medicine bottle, Feng Duwu lay down.

The little prince hurried forward and handed Shui Jingyue's blood to Feng Duwu's lips: "Mother, drink it quickly, it will be fine after you drink it."

Feng Duwu was so tired that she didn't even notice what the little prince fed her, but the little prince fed her so naturally she didn't doubt it, but the bloody smell at her mouth immediately woke her up, she looked down at the bright red liquid, Feng Duwu almost didn't spit it out.

However, just a small mouthful of blood slipped into the stomach, and a gust of heat immediately rose from the dantian, wrapping the long-existing dantian extremely comfortably.

"You gave me Yan Ye's blood?" Feng Duwu glared at the little prince.

"Mother, this is the blood of my father!" The little prince raised his head and raised his chest and said, "It's just a body of spiritual energy. How can it compare with the blood of my father, which is the source of all spirits. Hmph, what? It's not that the son used his own blood to replenish the mother's dantian before the shell was broken! Who cares about the blood of Lingyuan!"

The little prince waited for his mother to praise him, but unfortunately, his mother reached out and knocked on his eggshell fiercely: "You brat!"

Shui Jingyue's blood, such a big bowl, Feng Duwu's heart hurts to death.Of course, Feng Duwu didn't know that Shui Jingyue's **** was such a big bowl because his son kept it, otherwise he might have the urge to smash the little prince's eggshell.

(End of this chapter)