"not dead?"

The chilling voice filled her ears, causing the comatose Feng Jiuqing to shiver subconsciously. She slowly opened her eyes, and instantly met a pair of eyes as cold as ice.

"Feng Jiuqing, you think you will be able to get away with it once you die. It is because of you that more than 50,000 of my soldiers died in the Western Regions. They will never be able to return to Dayan. I swear that you will not be able to survive or die."

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The man squeezed Feng Jiuqing's neck tightly with one hand, gradually tightening it, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Feng Jiuqing struggled to raise her eyes, and saw a tall figure standing in front of her. The man was wearing a black robe, his face was cold, and his eyes were red with murderous intent.

As death approached, she once again felt the fire before the explosion soaring into the sky.

Before Feng Jiuqing could recall it, she felt her eyes dimming. She knew that her breathing was being restrained by the man, causing her brain to be deprived of oxygen. Someone beside her was anxiously trying to persuade her.

"Your Highness, the princess is almost out of breath."

Princess? What the hell?

Before Feng Jiuqing could react, the man's extremely cold voice came to her ears again.

"Princess? She deserves it too??"

Just when Feng Jiuqing thought that she would inevitably die, a woman's anxious voice suddenly came to her ears.

"Your Majesty, go and have a look! Miss... Miss is vomiting blood!"

Just when Feng Jiuqing was thinking about this "Prince" and "Miss", the restraint on her neck disappeared instantly. She took a deep breath and looked to the side, and what she saw was the figure of the man striding away.

The curtains were raised, and the cold wind mixed with wind and snow blew in, making Feng Jiuqing's mind instantly clear.

She struggled to get up from the ground, and then she saw that she was not wearing the combat uniform and combat boots she wore on a mission, but a black robe and black cloth boots. The collar and cuffs of the robe were embroidered with red Higan flower patterns.

The most outrageous thing is her hair.

As a 21st century special forces medic, she had already cut her hair short to her ears, but at this moment, she had long hair hanging behind her back.

Looking at the empty ancient tent in front of her again, as the cold wind blew up the tent curtains, she saw two soldiers wearing armor and holding spears standing at the door. She could faintly hear soldiers patrolling outside.

, the sound of passing footsteps.

Suddenly realizing something, Feng Jiuqing immediately stood up from the ground, but as soon as she took a step towards the door, a heartbreaking pain suddenly came from her ankle, and she fell heavily to the ground. This heartbreaking pain

Severe pain not only in the ankle, but also in the wrist.

Only then did Feng Jiuqing notice that the pain in her ankles and wrists was because someone had cut her hamstrings and hand tendons.

The curtain was lifted again, and someone walked in. His footsteps stopped in front of Feng Jiuqing, and his indifferent and distant voice did not contain any emotion.

"Miao'er has contracted the cold. She has a special body and needs your blood as a medicine."

Feng Jiuqing raised her head slightly and looked at the person in front of her.

The man was dressed in a black robe and a black fox fur cloak, with his long hair tied up. His face was delicate and handsome, as if carved by ice, with bursts of chill. His gestures were calm and intimidating.

It's compelling, that restrained dignity and majesty, that seems to be innate.

"You want my blood?"

Feng Jiuqing asked.

The man stood there, his dark eyes falling coldly on Feng Jiuqing.

"Feng Jiuqing, you should be glad that your blood is still useful, so that my work will not be in vain."

"Human blood is used as medicine for medicine?" Feng Jiuqing chuckled, not thinking about what the man meant by the last sentence, and said in a neutral tone, "I don't know which quack doctor can actually say such a fallacy. The key point is

Yes, there are still some idiots who believe it to be true!"

"Feng Jiuqing!"

The man was obviously irritated by Feng Jiuqing's words. He leaned forward suddenly, grabbed Feng Jiuqing's chin, and spoke word by word.

"You are not worthy of mentioning Miao'er's name."

Facing the anger in the man's eyes, Feng Jiuqing not only showed no trace of fear, but instead smiled and nodded.

"I understand, that quack doctor is the wonder you call me!"

As if he was no longer entangled with Feng Jiuqing, the man suddenly shook Feng Jiuqing away, stood up from the ground, and gave orders outside the account.

"Come here, take the blood!"

The curtain was opened, and a man in a long gown walked in, followed by a woman in a pink dress.

The woman was holding a tray in her hand. On the tray was a white porcelain cup that was not too big but not too small, and a dagger inlaid with rubies.

"Princess, I'm offended!"

The man in the long gown spoke to Feng Jiuqing, then picked up the dagger and was about to strike when a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the dagger originally held in his hand instantly fell into the opponent's hand.

"You are not worthy of taking my blood."

Feng Jiuqing spoke coldly, then held the dagger tightly and stabbed the man beside her.

She knew that it would be difficult to escape in her current situation, but even if she died, she would have someone to support her.

If she dies, it would be better to go back to the 21st century and face her own broken limbs than to be plotted and humiliated here.

The man seemed not to have expected that Feng Jiuqing could still snatch the dagger with all the meridians in his hands and feet, and was slightly stunned.

Seeing the dagger approaching his heart, the man was stunned for a moment, and then turned away coldly. Before he could steady his steps, the opponent's dagger stabbed him again, almost killing him with a vicious blow.

"Feng Jiuqing!"

The man spoke coldly, and when he saw the approaching dagger, he raised his hand and fiercely grasped the wound on Feng Jiuqing's wrist.

"Um!"

Feng Jiuqing let out a muffled cry, the dagger suddenly fell to the ground, and she knelt down on the ground because she had exhausted all her strength.

"If you want to die, I will help you!"

The man spoke coldly, and before Feng Jiuqing could react, the man suddenly picked up the dagger on the ground. A cold light flashed, and the dagger slashed across Feng Jiuqing's wrist, causing blood to spurt out instantly.

Feng Jiuqing's arm was held tightly in the man's hand, and her whole body was forced to the ground by the man. She could only watch helplessly as the blood slid down her arm drop by drop and dripped on the cold ground.

The two of them were stunned for a while before they remembered to collect the blood.

Seeing the blood dripping into the white porcelain cup, Feng Jiuqing raised her eyes with a pale sneer at the corner of her mouth.

She swore that if she didn't die, she would get back today's debt!

Grandma, what is this thing called?

The sneer on Feng Jiuqing's lips naturally did not escape the man's eyes. The man's eyes darkened and he frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something but in the end he said nothing.

The cold wind was howling outside, but inside the tent, there was blood.

By the time the porcelain cup was completely filled with blood, more than half an hour had passed, and Feng Jiuqing fell to the ground completely due to lack of physical strength.

In a blur, she saw the man carefully carrying the porcelain cup and striding out of the tent. The cold wind blew in, making the tent as cold as an ice cave.

When Feng Jiuqing was about to fall into coma, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Princess, my lady said that this blood will not kill the princess, but it will not make her life easier!"
Chapter completed!