He left in a hurry, and Feng Jinghua was frightened and ran away. He pointed at the fruit knife in the stupid man's hand and said, "You, you, you, what are you going to do?"

The stupid man lowered his head, glanced at the knife in his hand, then raised his head and said, "Sister, don't you want blood? I'll cut the flesh for you! Close your eyes, so it won't hurt."

Damn you!!

"I'm not asking you to cut me, it's my sister who wants to cut you." Feng Jinghua was frightened and retreated to the bed, then pulled up a soft quilt and protected it in front of her.

The stupid man stopped and looked puzzled: "Sister is cutting me."

The blood on his body was so special that whenever someone in the house got sick, or if someone in the house of the slaves who worked in the house was about to die, they would cut his flesh to treat the dying person.

No one ever asked him if he wanted to.

When he was in pain, he could only endure the pain, but now that he heard Feng Jinghua asking for his flesh, it would inevitably hurt his heart.

He didn't understand anything, but the only thing he understood was that everyone in the house looked down upon him.

He didn't even understand why the people in the house treated him like that.

Because there are eyes and money from other princes in this mansion from top to bottom.

A fool can become the prince. How can these healthy princes be willing to accept this? Naturally, they hope to kill him.

But the fool is lucky, and every time he is about to die, the emperor will always find a way to save him.

Perhaps after being silent for too long, Feng Jinghua felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. She loosened the quilt in her arms, got out of bed, and smiled dryly: "Well, if it's not convenient, then forget it."

I called him a fool, but when I heard that he was going to cut his flesh, he stopped being stupid. I really don’t know if he is really stupid or pretending to be stupid.

Feng Jinghua did not stay any longer, and walked around the table, away from him. When she was about to leave the room, the stupid man suddenly stopped her: "Sister, don't you want blood?"

Feng Jinghua chuckled and said, "Sister, I have to go home first."

"Then you still want blood?" The silly man picked up the fruit knife and slashed his wrist hard.

Hearing the stupid man groan in pain, Feng Jinghua turned around, looked at the bleeding hand, widened his eyes, and said worriedly: "You are stupid, all I want is a little bit.

It's not a big pot, why are you cutting it so hard? The meat is not yours, doesn't it hurt?"

Feng Jinghua anxiously covered his wrist, and while cursing and feeling heartbroken, he took out the remaining two-thirds of the spiritual water and applied it to his wrist.

My heart trembled and I said: My spiritual water, my spiritual water!

The little face turned red and crimson, I don't know whether it was because of worry or anger.

The stupid man saw how cute she was and chuckled again: "It doesn't hurt."

Feng Jinghua's heart twitched hard at the word "No pain".

It's not normal to smoke two or three times a day.

Her compassion began to overflow as soon as she met the poor children.

The spiritual water was applied to his wrist. After a while, the blood on his wrist was sucked back into the wound, and Feng Jinghua also used the empty bottle of spiritual water to fill three drops of blood.

Seeing that his wound was closed, she let go of his hand with relief and said, "Next time, before you do anything, you have to ask your sister first, do you understand?"

"Will sister come again? Will you come here to play with me all the time?" the silly man asked blankly.

He had never seen her in the house before, so he was naturally afraid that she would disappear in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!