Mrs. Nan said, "Old Meng has gone to walk the horses, Ayan and Xiaoshun went with their master to chop wood, and I’m the only one at home; they just left and won’t be back so soon. Are you hungry? Shall I make you something to eat?"
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Gu Jiao pointed to the poison blood all over her face.
Mrs. Nan, her seven orifices bleeding, smiled and said, "Would you like noodles or dumplings? My cooking has improved a lot recently, or how about I make you a pancake?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Nan collapsed with a thud!
Gu Jiao held her forehead, "You’ve been poisoned, Mrs. Nan."
Gu Jiao helplessly shook her head, carried Mrs. Nan back to the room, and gave her the antidote from the table.
She took a bottle out of her bosom and placed it on the bedside table, inside was Gu Changqing’s blood.
She left a note.
She opened the drawer and counted the nutrients she had left for King Heifeng.
There were less than two left.
Was King Heifeng still refusing to eat, relying only on nutrients to sustain vital signs?
Gu Jiao arrived at the Backyard.
The Red-Tasseled Spear stood under the scorching sun.
King Heifeng, who had lost much weight, lay on the ground, looking like a dying old horse that had completely lost its fighting spirit.
It was indifferent to Gu Jiao’s approach.
It had lost interest and enthusiasm for anything.
Gu Jiao knelt on one knee in front of it like a knight, and raised her hand to touch its head.
"I need you."
"Need you to stand up."
"Need you to return to the battlefield."
"Need you to fight alongside me."
"Not as master and steed, but as comrades and partners."
King Heifeng did not respond.
It wanted to die for its master and could no longer hear any sounds from the outside world.
Sadness welled up in Gu Jiao’s heart.
Strange, she actually started to feel normal human emotions.
She gently stroked King Heifeng’s head, no longer insisting.
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