Their Target Is Mobai
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Si Ming only had time to say one sentence. The poison in his body had no antidote. Even if there were an antidote, it was too late.
Feng Tianlan did not listen to his words. Instead, she used Spiritual Force to cut open her own palm and dripped the flowing blood into Si Ming's mouth. After what happened with Nansheng that time, she discovered that her blood possessed some kind of usefulness, such as the power to heal.
As for a way to detoxify, she was also trying it for the first time. She did not know if it could work, but she was going to try.
"Young Mistress…"
Feng Tianlan said coolly, "Don't talk, it's a waste of blood."
Watching that drop of blood fall, the sweet fishy taste in the mouth made Emperor Si Ming feel like weeping. In fact, he was only a subordinate. He had long anticipated death and prepared for it.
He did not expect that Young Mistress would let out blood to save him, for the sake of such an irrelevant subordinate!