Chapter 21: It's a life-threatening situation. "The Blood Princess needs human blood to irrigate her before she can bloom." Jing Yirong didn't intend to hide this from Mo Feiyu.
Mo Feiyu was stunned, "Miss Jing said it takes a month for the Blood Lady to bloom. Could it be..."
"The Blood Princess needs to drink blood every day, and the one with higher martial arts skills can make it bloom within a month." Jing Yirong answered Mo Feiyu's doubts and took a look at Mo Feiyu's expression to understand what he was thinking.
He broke his thoughts by saying, "A Blood Princess can only blossom with the blood of one person, so put away your plan to harvest it."
After Jing Yirong finished speaking, he placed the Xue Ji who had drunk enough blood on the ground, took the grilled fish from Mo Feiyu's hand and started eating it.
Mo Feiyu stared at Xue Ji carefully. Its color had indeed changed a lot, and it had gradually become blood-red. It turned out that this was the reason why it was called Xue Ji. He turned around and looked at Jing Yirong's face again, and then he felt that she
She has become a lot paleer. She has been irrigating Xue Ji with blood for a month. How can normal people recover in such a short period of time? What's more, they are still rushing day and night these days. If this continues, they may not reach the underworld.
The national scenery and clothes will fall down first.
"Miss Jing, what happened between you and Mr. Nalan Zhenqi?" Mo Feiyu couldn't help but ask. Looking from a distance, he could clearly feel that Jing Yirong, who was sitting by the fire, was stiff. After a long time, his face became indifferent.
,"Nothing to do with you."
Mo Feiyu expected not to receive an answer, but the questions in his heart deepened.
The next day, Jing Yirong refused Mo Feiyu's suggestion to let her rest, and instead accelerated her pace. Ten days have passed, and now the blood needed by the Blood Queen is increasing every day. She must reach the Kingdom of the Underworld before she collapses.
, only the palace could provide the medicinal materials to sustain her for a month.
Half a month later, Jing Yirong dragged her tired body to the palace of the underworld. She broke into the palace directly and flew into the palace where Nalan Zhenqi lived. She kicked open the door and surrounded Nalan Zhen in the room.
Qi's people turned around one after another, Jing Yirong gave a cold smile, even though he was weak, his eyes still glanced at the face of Nalan Zhenhai who was sitting beside Nalan Zhenqi's bed, "Nalan Zhenhai, we meet again
Already."
"The bold assassin actually dares to break into the palace without permission. Someone should take her down quickly!" The concubine accompanying Nalan Zhenhai looked at Jing Yirong and immediately shouted. Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows and gently raised his hand to wave to
The woman slapped her and said, "You're so noisy."
The woman covered her mouth and looked at Nalan Zhenhai aggrievedly, "Your Majesty."
"Shut up!" Nalan Zhenhai interrupted the woman sharply, his eyes falling on the Blood Princess in Jing Yirong's hand, "Is this the Blood Princess flower?"
"It's the Blood Princess but it hasn't bloomed yet. It will bloom in half a month." Jing Yirong put the Blood Princess on the table, "What should Nalan Zhenhai do? It seems that half of your kingdom is going to be given to me."
Nalan Zhenhai ignored Jing Yirong's words, "Why does it still take half a month? Zhenqi can't wait that long."
"The onset of methamphetamine is exactly one month, you don't know it." Jing Yirong ignored Nalan Zhenhai's dissatisfaction, walked to the bed and looked at Nalan Zhenqi, who was sleeping without any blood on his face, and suddenly
You can now understand why the Blood Princess Flower was used to save him. The methamphetamine caused the blood in Nalan Zhenqi's body to drain away little by little, and the Blood Princess Flower was supplied with blood. It was indeed a life for a life.
Nalan Zhenhai then calmed down, "You saved Zhenqi because you hoped to get half of my kingdom?"
"I said that I would get back what Nalan Qingyi lost, but not in this way." Jing Yirong said disdainfully, "Nalan Zhenhai, I don't even want to look at what you sent to me because
It's so disgusting, I'm going to take it away from you bit by bit, and let you watch everything you protect being lost."
"I'm afraid you don't have the ability." Nalan Zhenhai sneered.
Jing Yirong laughed mockingly, "So you are very capable? Your greatest ability is poisoning your own son because of your throne?"
"You!" Nalan Zhenhai looked ugly.
"Am I wrong? What's the use of you if you can't even protect your own son? It's ridiculous to talk so shamelessly here. Now your son's life depends on the Blood Princess in my hand."
Nalan Zhenhai's dim eyes narrowed. Although he wanted to retaliate, he couldn't find a word to refute.
Jing Yirong spoke again, but his tone was filled with murderous intent, "Who hurt Zhenqi?"
"The king is already ordering people to investigate."
"Tell me the person you suspect." Jing Yirong asked directly and inappropriately.
Nalan Zhenhai thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Fifth Prince Nalan Xian."
"I think he's tired of living." Jing Yirong turned and left, "Since you can't find out, why not just leave it to me."
Nalan Zhenhai stared at Jing Yirong's back, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his eyes fell on Xue Ji. He had long heard about the characteristics of Xue Ji. Just when he saw Jing Yirong's slightly pale blood, he understood that she was using
It would be better to nourish the Blood Lady with her own blood. After the Blood Lady blooms, I'm afraid she won't have enough ability to resist her, and then she won't be able to leave the palace.
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Jing Yirong led Mo Feiyu through the palace without any hindrance. People who met Jing Yirong along the way were shocked at first and then bent down and took a few steps back. Mo Feiyu had just reacted to Jing Yirong's attitude towards the King of Hades.
Somewhat surprised, now walking unimpeded in the huge palace, they knew that although Jing Yirong was the rumored abandoned concubine, she still had some status in the Kingdom of the Underworld.
Jing Yirong walked all the way to Nalanxian's palace and walked around the palace before discovering Nalanxian drinking with the princes in the pavilion.
The third prince first saw Jing Yirong's figure with a look of disbelief on his face. Jing Yirong sneered, "It's been a long time since I last saw you all. How are you?"
The princes quickly stood up and looked at Jing Yirong with alarmed faces, "Why are you here!" Nalan Xian looked disgusted, "If I remember correctly, you seem to be just a useless concubine, and you actually have the guts to come here!
Get out of the prince's palace."
Jing Yirong didn't take Nalan Xian's words seriously at all, her eyes as cold as water fell on the wine table, "Why are you celebrating Nalan Zhen's longevity?"
Everyone was shocked, and the third prince spoke, "Jing Yirong, you are just a commoner now. What qualifications do you have to stand here and talk to us like this? Get out of here if you want to die."
Jing Yirong's body flashed, and the sword landed on the third prince's neck, "I should have killed you when you touched Nalan Zhijin."
The third prince felt the sharp and cold edge of the sword with fear, "Jing...Jing Yirong, this is the palace. If you kill me, you won't end well."
"Do you think I'm afraid?" Jing Yirong tightened his grip on the sword, and the sharp sword edge drew a bloody mark on the third prince's neck. Upon seeing this, Nalanxian hurriedly shouted, "Someone arrest the assassin."
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In an instant, a group of guards rushed towards the pavilion from all sides. Jing Yirong glanced at it and sneered, "Qilin!" Qilin jumped out of the hilt of the sword, Jing Yirong said coldly, "If anyone dares to take a step forward, I will tear him apart.
"
The guard saw a giant beast appearing out of thin air in front of him, and even the hand holding the weapon was trembling, but he couldn't catch up.
Nalan Xian was also shocked by Qilin's appearance. Jing Yirong kicked the third prince away and walked directly to Nalan Xian, "Do you still want someone to arrest me now?"
"You and I have no enmity these days, and we have no enmity in the past. What are you going to do?"
"You touched my apprentice and you said you didn't mess with me?" Jing Yirong struck out with a palm as if he heard a joke. Nalanxian was knocked to the ground and a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth. Jing Yirong saw this.
With disdain in his eyes, he said, "Useless thing."
Nalan Xian covered his chest, "I didn't harm Nalan Zhenqi."
"Really?" Jing Yirong squatted down, "Then tell me why he was poisoned?"
"I have no idea."
"You are so dishonest." Jing Yirong smiled while stabbing the sword into Nalanxian's leg.
"Ah!" Nalanxian screamed in pain, trying to struggle but unable to hide away from Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong coldly pulled out his sword and reached out to touch the bloody blade, "Your blood is so dirty.
"
Nalan Xian was covered in cold sweat and his eyes showed fear, "Please let me go."
"I'll ask Nalan Zhenqi again why he was poisoned." Jing Yirong grabbed Nalan Xian's robe and gently wiped the blood on the sword.
Nalan Xian thought for a moment, "I didn't know the poison would be fatal that day. Someone gave me a packet of powder and said that as long as Nalan Zhenqi takes it, I can get what I want."
"Who gave it to you?"
"I don't know him. He's wearing a mask. I don't know what he looks like."
"What do you want?"
Nalan Xian lowered his head and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Throne."
Jing Yirong sneered, "I think it's a waste of air to keep you alive." After Jing Yirong finished speaking, he didn't give Nalan Xian any chance to fight back. He hit Nalan Xian's chest with a palm and shattered his heart.
Lan Xian didn't expect that Jing Yirong would really kill him, and looked in disbelief.
"Whoever dares to touch Nalan Xian who shouldn't be touched for that position in the future will be his fate. I was able to cripple Nalan Nanxian back then, and I can still cripple you now." Jing Yirong glanced around with emotionless eyes and was frightened.
The stunned prince.
After walking out of the pavilion and taking back the Qilin, Jing Yirong Juechen left. It was not until he walked out of the palace that Jing Yirong was exhausted and supported the stone pillar beside him. Seeing this, Mo Feiyu hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern, "Are you okay?
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"It's okay." Cold sweat broke out on Jing Yi Rong's forehead. If he hadn't held on just now, he would have fainted. He stretched out his slightly trembling hands. Jing Yi Rong clearly knew that the vitality in his body was gradually draining away. At this time,
No more use of force at all.
Mo Feiyu felt sorry for Jing Yirong like this, "If there are people you need to deal with in the future, just leave it to me."
"It won't happen again." Jing Yirong stood up with support, "Nalan Zhenhai told me that the person who harmed Nalan Zhenqi was Nalan Xian. He just wanted to use my hand to kill Nalan Xian so that he could be protected.
His reputation."
"Why do you still fall for it when you know this?"
"This is the only way to protect Zhenqi. Today, everyone will know that Zhenqi cannot be touched casually," Jing Yirong slowly moved forward, "The time is up and Xue Ji has not poured out the blood yet, help me back."
Mo Feiyu's eyebrows wrinkled unnaturally. Knowing that he could not stop Jing Yirong, he could only step forward and help her back to the residence Nalan Zhenhai had arranged for them. Jing Yirong untied the bandage on her wrists and now did not need a sword.
, the wound will open automatically.
Jing Yirong's originally weak body lost blood again, and after irrigating Xue Ji, she no longer had the strength to speak.
The witch doctor brought the cooked ginseng soup, and Mo Feiyu fed Jing Yirong to drink it. The witch doctor took Jing Yirong's pulse again, and Mo Feiyu looked at Jing Yirong who was sleeping, "How is she?"
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"Oh, if this continues, even the gods can't save her." The witch doctor shook his head helplessly, knowing better than anyone else what the king was planning.
Mo Feiyu would stare at the bloodless pale cheeks by the bedside, "This is her own choice. No one can stop it. Witch doctor, just send her some blood-enhancing soup. No matter what, you must persist for ten more days."
There are still ten days before the Blood Princess will bloom."
"Even if she can hold on for ten days, I'm afraid her blood will drain out." The witch doctor lamented. He had been with Jing Yirong for a year and watched Jing Yirong's life slowly drain away, which made him heartbroken.