The reborn son cursed his mother, bah, she heard it all

"Come on." The man said calmly, as if he was 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...

pat-

A tear fell on the soft grass and disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Ying gritted his teeth, fed Yan Zhuo the medicine first, and 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 shape, so the process of generating antibodies was not as painful as imagined and 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 wait 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 his orders.

Whether it is the prince’s choice or the prince’s instruction.

Mo Jiwei, in life he is the prince's man, in death he is the prince's ghost, he will never change his master.

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 doing 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.

Taking a look at his son's skin which was gradually regaining its color, and Yan Zhuo who seemed to be without breath, Jiang Ying sat down on the grass, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

"Thank God, everything went well." She didn't believe in evil and couldn't help but put her hands together and thank God.

Kunan, the leader of the Demon Guards, knelt down and took a few steps forward, saying in a pious tone, "Princess, may I ask, what is the condition of the prince?"

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 had a hood on their face, leaving only two "ghost eyes" painted black around their eyes.

Kunan, on the other hand, was wearing a silver mask, which made his eyes seem to sparkle with wisdom.

Jiang Ying nodded and replied, "Your prince has lost too much 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's achieved her goal.

However, Kunan was not angry. Instead, he led the remaining Demonic Guards and kowtowed solemnly to Jiang Ying.

Kunan said, "Your Majesty 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 will not tolerate tough treatment. If people treat her like a villain, she will respond with hatred. But if people treat her like a gentleman, she will not only be more gentlemanly, but also more loving!

"That's what you said, so I won't be polite."

Jiang Ying's attitude changed, and he gave the order as a matter of course, "Is there anyone among you who knows how to use formations? I suspect there is a strange formation in that wooden house over there, and someone has to break it. Otherwise, your prince must not move far tonight. If we don't live in that house, everyone will have nowhere to sleep and can only sleep on the grass, using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a mat!"

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 the most unpredictable, with lots of rain. Who knows...

Well, there’s no need to be sure, it’s already raining!

Jiang Ying subconsciously pulled 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 moving his gaze back, "Princess, I know a thing or two about formations. When I came here just now, I felt that this place was a bit bloody, and it turned out to be in the wooden house!

"Please bear with it for a moment, Princess. I will take you, Princess, and the young master into the house to rest and take shelter from the rain until I break the blood evil formation."

"Thank you." It's reassuring to have capable people around you.

It's a pity that I didn't know about Kunan at the beginning, otherwise there would be 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 her 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 in peace.

The room was very large, almost as big as a basketball court, and could easily accommodate fifty or so people. Kunan even swiftly tore 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 steady and their heart rates were normal. It should only be a matter of time before they woke up.

She touched her son's little hand, then stroked Yan Zhuo's handsome face, "Hold on, whether you can bring your son home with his beauty depends on you!"

He then lay down on his side beside them, thinking that he would just lie there for a while, and then stand up to ask Mo Jiwei more about the situation.

Who would have thought that after this tilt, his brain would go blank and he would lose consciousness.

It rained heavily that night and thunder rumbled from the sky. Several times, when Kunan, who was on guard, thought that the thunder was going to hit the wooden house, it never came down.

In the early morning, the sky after the rain was clean as a speck of dust. The chirping sounds of birds came from far away, but they were quickly driven away by the smoke from Kunan's burning wood.

Jiang Ying opened his eyes and just in time heard the distant bird calls and the sound of a bird flapping its wings desperately.

She stood up and made sure that her son was getting better, but Yan Zhuo was still the same. She sighed slightly and took out the quilt from the space last night and covered the father and son properly.

"You guys sleep well, I'm going to go out for a while," she said.

The sleeping father and son did not react at first, but the moment Jiang Ying turned around, their eyelids moved at the same time.

The only difference is that one moved his left eye, while the other moved his right eye.

Jiang Ying didn't notice it at all.

When she walked out, she saw Kunan making a fire and nodded in greeting.

The other Magic Guards were either killing fish, picking vegetables and peeling sweet potatoes, or washing rice...

Jiang Ying rubbed his eyes, a little bit unable to believe it. Is such a scene full of life supposed to be seen among a group of top secret guards and killers?

Kunan saw her doubtful and teasing look, stood up, and with a face that was a little dirty from the smoke, he smiled and said, "Princess, your expression seems to be doubting that the hands that kill people can't do the simplest and most ordinary things in this world? But in fact, everyone in the Demon Guard is the simplest and most ordinary. We never thought that we would take this path, but if we really did, we don't complain. The prince is the one who reborn us!"

So they are not like other killers who completely disregard life and death.

For the prince, they can sacrifice their lives and cherish their lives.

And now, there is no doubt that it is not the time to fight for your life, but the time to cherish your life.

Only by cherishing your life can you protect the prince. The king returns!

Hearing this, Jiang Ying remained silent for a long time. Then, he reacted and reached out to take the barrel next to Kunan's legs, "Let me borrow it."

Kunan was nervous. "What are you going to do, Princess? Fetch some water to wash up? Or should I…"

Jiang Ying, "No, I have nothing, I just want to offer you some water as a thank you."

Well, spiritual spring water.

But Kunan and the Demon Guards didn't know that. They looked at each other in bewilderment. One of them walked up to Kunan, poked him, and lowered his voice, "Princess, haven't you inherited the prince's property? Are you being stingy?"