After the Feng Mochen lazily sat down, she glanced up at Liu Su, "You are so stupid. I told you everything was written on your face.

Liu Su's personality was eccentric, and he wouldn't conceal his own emotions.

The emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were all reflected on his face.

Hearing that, Liu Su's face sunk, she was saying he was stupid.

"Hur hur." Ye Licha snickered from the side, he never thought that this prince's mouth was so venomous, he really did not care about his subordinate's face at all.

Hearing his laughter, Liu Su squinted at him. If looks could kill, Ye Licha would have been cut into pieces long ago.

"What are you laughing so foolishly for? Don't laugh at my Su Family's Su Su." When Feng Mochen held onto the brilliant smile on Ye Licha's face, she subconsciously reached out and pinched it: "I really want to take a bite out of this tender skin."

Ye Licha gently squinted his eyes as he gave a faint smile, and said in a low voice: "Your highness is ravaging me again."

"Who allowed you to be so good-looking? If I don't ravage you, who will I ravage?" Feng Mochen pinched it hard. If it wasn't for the fact that Liu Su was present, she really wanted to kiss him.

All right!

She admitted that she was a pervert.

Liu Su could not bear to watch any longer, he coughed and interrupted them, "Has His Highness finished? I'm going to bleed. "

He had never had a master like her.

When the Feng Mochen was mentioned, she immediately wore a mischievous expression and said seriously: "Little Ye, pack these things and wait outside."

Then he let go and patted the clothes on his body to straighten it out.

Hearing that, Ye Licha's smile froze, his pitch black eyes flashed, and he lowered his head and looked at them: "Yes, Your Highness." He cleaned up the table and got off the carriage.

She and Liu Su were the only ones left in the carriage.

"Go ahead!" Feng Mochen rolled up her sleeves and placed her hands on the table.

It was as if letting out blood was child's play to her.

It was easy to bleed in modern times, but it wasn't painful to draw blood directly.

The ancient era had to have a bloody wound. This long period of time had truly been torturous.

In order to help everyone recover from their injuries, she had already let them go once. Her wrist was still injured, but she still hadn't completely recovered.

This time, more blood will flow from the wound.

Liu Su didn't like people who talk much when it came to doing things, so he hid his feelings well. He picked up the dagger and moved it cleanly to cut open Feng Mochen's snow white bowl, causing the wound to split open.

Immediately, that pain made the Feng Mochen not dare to look, and she could only tightly close her eyes and endure the pain.

Only after putting approximately five bottles of blood into the jade bottle did Liu Su finally finish releasing the blood. Then, he quickly used the hemostatic medicine and bandaged the wound.

Seeing that she had given so much blood, her blood-soaked face immediately turned pale. Like a porcelain vase, she weakly lied on the table.

Feng Mochen slowly put down her sleeves and supported herself with a little of her strength. After losing so much blood, she felt a little dizzy. Her consciousness was muddled, but she could still hold on.

"Hide these five bottles of blood well, and when you get back to the Flame Cave, say that you want to place the antidote on the carriage, and that you need to use ice to solidify the potion."

Hearing her words, Liu Su paused in the process of packing the medicine box. He looked up at her face that was as white as paper: "You want to lure a snake out of its cave?"

"It looks like you're not as slow as I thought. You're right, I'm trying to lure the murderer here to steal the medicine." The Feng Mochen glanced at Liu Su with praise, the corners of his mouth hooked up into a smile, indicating that he had victory in his grasp, he was extremely cunning.