Chapter 1240: Tactics

hurry.""Don't worry, Ah Jing, you must have some confidence in yourself. I will definitely make your legs recover to how they were before, and I can even make them better than before. Ah Jing, trust...Feng Ming, besides spitting blood, also began to have a disordered pulse.

An Xuetang immediately turned her head, her cold and sharp eyes fixed on Fu'er, "What did you do"

"Your Highness, the Valley Master has been lying down for so long, he truly can't hold on any longer. I haven't done anything. Today is a critical moment for his life and death, he really needs your help."

Ninger felt something was amiss. Her sinister eyes fixed on Fu'er, "Spit it out, what do you want the Princess to do"

"This...this..." Fu'er looked at An Xue Tang meaningfully, "This really needs the Crown Princess's heartblood to save the Valley Master."

An Xue Tang narrowed her eyes, glancing at Feng Ming, then at Fu'er. She suddenly stood up and walked step by step to Fu'er's side, "So how do you plan to use this noble concubine's heart blood to save my brother Don't tell me you intend to have him drink it directly"

Hearing this, Fu'er looked at An Xuetang with difficulty, "Well... it is indeed."

"!"

The faces of those present changed, feeding An Xue Tang's heart blood to Feng Ming

How dare that little brat utter such words!

As someone who came through time, An Xuetang naturally wouldn't believe that her heart blood could save people. However, she had read a lot of medical books recently, especially about Gu techniques.

So when she heard Fu'er say that she needed her heart blood, she immediately thought of a case she had seen before - using heart blood to raise a gu.

Fu'er was mentioning this matter, and An Xuetang immediately guessed that Fu'er wanted to plant a curse on her and Fengming

She didn't know what she was thinking about. An Xuetang turned her head to look at Fengming, then looked thoughtfully at Fu'er again.

Just when everyone was clueless about what she was going to do, An Xuetang raised her hand without hesitation and slapped Fu'er hard.

Fu'er's face immediately flushed red, and before she could speak, An Xue Tang said, "You shouldn't play these petty tricks in front of this concubine, you're not qualified!"

After that, An Xuetang slapped down again.

After finishing, before Fu'er could react, she said to Shou'er beside her, "Throw it back at her."

Ning'er, Shou'er, and Kang'er felt a weight lifted from their shoulders. They had truly been afraid that their princess would agree to Fu'er's request to save their valley master with their own blood.

If it can save him, that's good. But who dares guarantee that taking the princess' heart blood will cure the Valley Master

If we can't save her, wouldn't the Princess have suffered for nothing

And the princess is carrying a child. Once her chest is wounded, who can guarantee that the child in the princess's womb will be safe

Those onlookers may not know, but the few of them knew best: the Valley Master would rather have something happen to herself than see even a slight mishap befall the Princess.

Not to mention taking the princess's blood, even if a single hair on her head was harmed, the valley master would be heartbroken.

So whether or not the blood-cultivation curse truly awakens the Valley Master, they cannot allow the Princess to do this.

After hearing An Xuetang's order, before Shou'er could get close to her, Fu'er shouted in disbelief, "An Xuetang, you are indeed cold-blooded and ruthless. You could save the Valley Master with just a drop of blood, but you are unwilling. You even dare to say repeatedly that you care about him, that you mind him, your heart doesn't have even a single place for him."

Shour had already arrived by her side while she was yelling. Shour had never considered hurting Fush, at least not in her daily life, nor had she ever thought of making her suffer. But she truly hadn't expected that Fush would become more and more overbearing. As a subordinate, as a servant, she dared to bully her master time and time again.

Thinking of this, Shou'er just stopped her steps and immediately pressed on Fu'er's mute acupoint. Her eyes, filled with disappointment, stared at Fu'er, and a slap landed on her face.

slapped Fu'er, Shou'er let out a cold snort, "You traitorous scum, if I hear you insult the Princess again, from today onwards, I will make you know what it means to be worse off than dead."

As one of the Four Guardians personally cultivated by the Valley Master of Xintan, Shou'er's mind was not short of ways to torture people.

If Fu'er continues like this, she will truly not mind using the methods that the village master once taught her, one by one, on Fu'er.

Fu'er naturally understood how cruel Shou'er's methods were. As Shou'er spoke, she went over those means that could make life worse than death in her mind, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Ning'er glanced at Feng Ming on the bed and immediately said, "Shou'er, take her away at once."

"Good."

Shour knew things were urgent. She roughly picked up Fu'er and, with a cold face, led her away from there.

An Xue Tang had already walked back to the bedside. She sat on the edge of the bed, cleaning the blood from Feng Ming's mouth.

Feng Ming had stopped spitting blood at this point, just as she had expected. As long as she went to deal with Fu'er and prevented her from using any dark arts against Feng Ming, Feng Ming would be fine.

She was just taking a gamble, but luckily she won. After drawing Fu'er's attention away from her, she had no chance to use any nasty spells on Fengming. And as it turned out, Fengming is much better now. weren't here for a fightSo at that moment, he pretended to be tough, shaking his head and saying, “I don’t know, I don’t know anything. I'm just an old man with one eye almost blind. I don’t know wha...