Was there such a nice person like that in this world?
Feng Qingtian would never believe it.
“Hehe, she did deliver it to me. She’s the woman that the Nether King wants back. She says that she has Dragon Spirit Blood.”
Feng Qingtian’s eyes glittered. “Really? She was the one who came today?”
Gu Bailu nodded. “But I don’t know if I should trust her after she duped me last time. Also, if she does have Dragon Spirit Blood, she may have other demands later.”
“We can test and see if she has Dragon Spirit Blood. If she has any demands, just let her name them. Worst case scenario, we’ll fight the Nether King for her. I think I’m capable of that.”
“The Nether King already did us a favor last time. Is that really appropriate?” asked Gu Bailu worriedly.
“There’s no need to fear him. If he dares refuse me, I’ll kick him back to where he came from,” Feng Qingtian assured Gu Bailu.
Gu Bailu met the beautiful visitor that night.
The girl was called Qian’er. She was from Heavenly Wind Empire. She didn’t know what her real name was, and had always been called Qian’er.
She had been a maid for as long as she could remember, until she escaped and was captured by the Nether King.
Gu Bailu didn’t ask where she worked or how she escaped; she knew that Qian’er wouldn’t say anything.
The pregnant maid had escaped and gone into hiding ever since – clearly, the father of the baby who was looking for her was a powerful man.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t still fear him even after running to Southern Glory Empire.
Gu Bailu had Ah Luo slit the girl’s wrist. Her heart hurt when Ah Luo cut that wrist that looked like white jade.
Who could bear to hurt such a soft and cute girl?
Why did she get Ah Luo to do it? So that Ah Luo could vent her anger after being set up.
Ah Luo didn’t hesitate at all. She slashed with the knife, and blood welled up.
But the girl’s blood was clearly different. It was red, but had a green sheen over it, which was a little weird…
Also, it smelled of milk.
Gu Bailu gave the cup to Feng Qingtian, who was three meters away. “Honey, take a look at this. Is this Dragon Spirit Blood?”
Feng Qingtian accepted the cup and observed it carefully. “It seems so, but you can’t drink it directly. I’ll have it first.”
Gu Bailu grabbed his hand and said, “No, you can’t have it either.”
If the blood really was poisonous, even Feng Qingtian might be injured.
Feng Qingtian kissed her hand and said, “Fear not. Nothing can poison me.”
He had the confidence of a tyrant, even if he had lost that power.
After he drank the blood, Gu Bailu looked at him in concern. “How is it? Are you alright?”
Qian’er walked over and said with a smile, “Don’t worry, it’s fine. I’m not an ungrateful person.”
Feng Qingtian nodded. “It’s fine, but it remains to be seen whether or not it’s Dragon Spirit Blood. You can have a cup.”