"Come on." The man said calmly, as if responding to her request for a few taels of his silver.
So casual and nonchalant.
But what she wanted was not a few taels of silver, but his life...
Snap——
A tear fell on the soft grass and disappeared in an instant.
Jiang Ying gritted his teeth and fed Yan Zhuo the medicine first, then observed his reaction. While making sure that he was not in any serious trouble, he kept checking the level of antibodies in his blood.
The good news is that Yan Zhuo had taken Jinludan before and had been practicing martial arts for a long time, so his physique was in good condition. Therefore, the process of generating antibodies was not as painful as imagined, and it was very fast.
After about half an hour, when Jiang Ying took blood for the third time, it was almost done.
Then, she was so focused on cutting her wrists with the knife that she didn't even notice that the 48 Demon Guards sent out by Yan Zhuo had all returned and had captured the villain Nian Nu dressed as Lao Ou.
They were told by the two brothers who were left behind to watch how dangerous what the prince was doing was.
The group of people did not make a commotion, nor did they try to stop Jiang Ying. Instead, they all knelt down with their backs straight, showing that they obeyed orders.
Whether it is the prince’s choice or the prince’s instructions.
Mo Jiwei, in life he is the prince's man, in death he is the prince's ghost, he will never be loyal to two masters.
Oh, except the princess and the young prince!
Jiang Ying, who was still nervous, had no idea about all this.
She always concentrates on the operation and never pays attention to other situations unrelated to the operation, especially when she is performing blood transfusion without any monitoring equipment.
On one side is her future husband, and on the other side is her beloved son. If she is not careful, the consequences will be disastrous.
The operation lasted almost two hours.
When it was getting dark, Jiang Ying tried his best and finally removed the small blood exchange device on the wrists of father and son.
Looking at his son's skin, whose color was gradually returning to normal, and Yan Zhuo, who seemed to be breathless, Jiang Ying sat down on the grass, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
"Thank God, everything went well." She didn't believe in evil, but she couldn't help but put her hands together and thank God.
Kunan, the leader of the Demonic Guards, knelt a few steps forward upon seeing this, and said in a pious tone, "Princess, may I ask what the prince's condition is like?"
Jiang Ying then subconsciously looked up at them.
Suddenly I realized that everyone had returned, and the place was dark.
Except for Kunan, everyone else wore a hood on their face, leaving only their two eyes covered with black "ghost eyes".
Kunan wore a silver mask, which made his eyes seem to sparkle with wisdom.
Jiang Ying nodded and replied, "Your prince has lost excessive blood, which is similar to what we expected before the operation. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to wake up, and it's even more likely that he will never wake up again."
She herself was surprised that she could say this so calmly?
She's like a scumbag who turns her back on her promise once she achieves her goal.
However, Kunan was not angry. Instead, he led the remaining Demon Guards and kowtowed solemnly to Jiang Ying.
Kunan said, "The prince trusts the princess, and I also trust the princess. I will just follow your orders!"
"Oh..." Jiang Ying sighed. Yan Zhuo really knew how to control her.
We all know that she is soft-hearted and cannot stand being tough. If someone treats her like a villain, she will respond with hatred. But if someone treats her like a gentleman, she will not only be more gentlemanly, but also more philanthropic!
"That's what you said, so I won't be polite."
Jiang Ying's attitude changed, and he commanded as a matter of course, "Does anyone among you understand formations? I suspect there's a strange formation in that wooden house over there. Someone has to break it. Otherwise, your prince will absolutely not be able to move far tonight. If we don't stay in that house, everyone will have nowhere to sleep and will have to camp on the grass, using the sky as blankets and the ground as mats!"
It would definitely be best to go down the mountain to recuperate, but as Jiang Ying said, Yan Zhuo cannot move, and neither can the child.
So even if there were some problems with the cabin, she had to make use of it.
At least there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain, right?
The weather in May and June is very changeable, with lots of rain. Who knows...
Well, no need to say, it’s already raining!
Jiang Ying subconsciously pulled at her dress to shield her son from the rain. At this moment, Kunan reached behind him and handed her an umbrella. "Princess, please use it."
And next to him, someone had already considerately covered it for Yan Zhuo.
Jiang Ying showed an expression that said, "I didn't expect that the soldiers trained by Yan Zhuo are quite humane."
Kunan glanced silently to the side before looking back, "Princess, I know a thing or two about formations. When I first arrived, I felt this place had a bit of a bloody aura. It turns out it's in the wooden house!"
"Please bear with me for a moment, Princess. Once I have broken the blood evil formation, I will take you, the princess, and the young master into the house to rest and take shelter from the rain."
"Thank you." It's reassuring to have capable people around.
It's a pity that I didn't know about Kunan at the beginning, otherwise there would be such a blood evil formation...
Thinking of this, Jiang Ying shook her head again. Never mind. When she hadn't suffered any loss, how could she recognize any formation? Every failure makes one wiser. She should remember it next time!
Sure enough, after a while, Kunan came out after handling the situation, allowing everyone to take shelter in the wooden house safely.
The room was very big, almost as big as a basketball court, and could easily accommodate only fifty or so people. Kunan even swiftly pulled off the white gauze and set up a simple white gauze partition for Jiang Ying's family of three.
The fifty Demon Guards and the ignorant Nian Nu were meditating near the door. They did not interfere with each other and were in perfect harmony.
Jiang Ying was really tired now. He took the pulse of his son and Yan Zhuo, who were lying on countless layers of white gauze. Although neither of them showed any signs of waking up, their pulses were stable and their heart rates were normal. It should only be a matter of time before they woke up.
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