Crying in anger, pretending to be in love with the villain after wearing a real daughter

"Master, if we take more blood, I'm afraid I might die..."

"Shut up! This little blood is not enough to treat Jing'er. Let's cut open her other wrist too!"

Nan Qingfeng was woken up by the cold and stern voice, opened his eyes and looked around, stunned.

The soft gauze tent in front of her, illuminated by candlelight, was full of antique flavor, which was completely different from her original residence.

There was a sudden stabbing pain on her wrist. She glanced sideways and saw a man in black robes frowning and clasping her wrist tightly, using a white porcelain bowl to catch the blood gushing from her wrist.

Immediately, a servant approached with a dagger. The hair on Nan Qingfeng's body stood up and he suddenly woke up!

He suddenly withdrew his hand, raised his foot and kicked the servant in the chest, quickly stood up and retreated to the back of the bed.

Damn the main system, she just unscrupulously praised the outrageous novel written by her best friend, but she was found to have violated the rules, and her ace in the fast travel game was sent to this outrageous novel to be a real daughter...

If you want to go back again, you can only change the fate of the real daughter's blood bag and turn it into a perfect ending.

In the current situation, it was her real brother, the real daughter, who was taking blood to save the fake daughter.

"presumptuous!"

Bei Mingyi looked at the blood spilled on the ground, his stern face full of anger, and the hand holding the blood bowl was trembling with anger.

"Brother, don't be angry..."

Nan Qingfeng's voice trembled slightly, and she walked down from the bed calmly and walked up to him.

Bei Mingyi frowned, his eyes like blades.

Before he could dig deeper, Nan Qingfeng's red lips curled up.

"It's too early to be angry now..."

Suddenly, he raised his hand and knocked over the bowl in Bei Mingyi's hand with a "pop" sound.

The bright red blood splashed on the ground, and the white porcelain bowl fragments were mixed in, which was charming and strange.

"Beiming Qingfeng! You are looking for death!" Bei Mingyi gritted his teeth and prepared to teach Nan Qingfeng a lesson, but found that she had already retreated far away.

Nan Qingfeng pulled off a piece of fabric from his cuff, skillfully wrapped it around the wound on his wrist, and tied it with his mouth.

The cannon fodder she wears is a real treasure. It has Kirin blood, is immune to all poisons, and heals quickly when injured. There is no need to worry about this wound.

"I won't give a drop of my blood to anyone, especially Bei Mingjing'er."

Bei Mingyi's face quickly turned pale, and the ice on his brows condensed, not even able to melt the orange candlelight next to him.

"She is your sister, but you are so cold-hearted!"

Nan Qingfeng snorted and sat casually at the table, "I'm still your biological sister, aren't you also so cold-hearted?"

Bei Mingyi narrowed his eyes, "My only sister is Jing'er."

"What a coincidence, I just lost my brother." Nan Qingfeng didn't care.

"you……"

Bei Mingyi frowned, wondering how the woman who was usually weak and incompetent and only knew how to please him could be so eloquent today.

Thinking about the frail Bei Ming Jing'er, I was so confused that I couldn't get into it at all.

"Since we have no relatives or friends, I don't need to be polite to you."

Nan Qingfeng sneered inwardly, when have you ever been polite?

He stretched out his hand, pulled out the sword hanging on the wall, pointed it straight at Guan Qingfeng's throat, and stabbed her fiercely.

Nan Qingfeng's expression did not change, and his body was like a spiritual fish, avoiding the oncoming sword. When the cold sword light struck again, he grabbed Bei Mingyi's man and blocked it in front of him.

"Master, spare your life!" the servant shouted.

Pfft——

The sword was faster than the sound, but it still pierced the servant's shoulder blade, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"In the way."

Bei Mingyi glanced at the servant, quickly drew out his sword, and stared at Nan Qingfeng who was hiding behind the servant.

Nan Qingfeng frowned and let go of the servant, "You even stabbed your own men. I think you are not practicing the ruthless sword, but the heart-wrenching sword."

"Stop talking nonsense," he held the sword in his right hand and flicked it, and the remaining blood beads on the sword tip fell to the ground. "Get the blood yourself, or do you want me to do it myself?"

"I just said that I won't give away a drop of my blood, especially your beloved sister, Bei Mingjing'er..."

She raised her chin slightly, looked directly at Bei Mingyi, and rubbed her index finger with one hand without leaving a trace.

The next second, a spider tattoo appeared out of thin air on his empty index finger, which contained various poisons and medicines.

She has ten such tattoos in total, and each one contains different things, but currently only the spider tattoo can be used.

The rest, the main system allows her to activate after gaining favor with various villains...

What a dog.

"Yi'er! There's blood! Jing'er is in terrible pain!"

At this moment, the tense air was broken by a woman's shout.

Bei Mingyi's breath tightened, and he quickly stepped forward and opened the door.

Mrs. Beiming, Helianru, was followed by several servants and walked in supporting a weak woman.

"Jing'er?!" Bei Mingyi's breath was stagnant, feeling extremely distressed.

"Brother, I'm fine, don't worry..."

Bei Ming Jing'er Jiao Hua, yes, after saying a sentence in a breathless voice, she started coughing uncontrollably until she coughed out a mouthful of blood, which made Bei Ming Yi and He Lian Ru's hearts twitch.

"Where's the blood?" Helianru asked.

"Here it is." Nan Qingfeng pointed back at the blood that was about to dry up on the ground, "Now lie down on the ground and lick it. I don't know if it will have any curative effect."

"You rebellious girl!"

Helian Ru was trembling with anger, "Come here, hold her down! I want to take the blood myself!"

"Mom! Don't be like this..."

Bei Mingjing'er looked pale and grabbed Helianru's clothes, "She is my sister, how can I ask for her blood..."

Nan Qingfeng paced and sat in front of the table, poured himself a cup of tea slowly, and nodded repeatedly when he heard the words, "That is, if people want to be kind-hearted people, why do you always go against their wishes?"

Bei Mingjing'er began to sob in a low voice, tears streaking down her pointed chin, which made me feel pity for her.

"What's more, I'm not my sister's real sister, I'm just an adopted daughter. It's natural for my sister to look down on me and not want to save me. Mom, brother, don't make it difficult for me. I can live as a rich lady for so many years.

I have been very satisfied with my days..."

Such sensible remarks made Helianru even more distressed for the daughter he had raised under his knees for many years.

"Jing'er, don't cry. Mother forbids you to say that. She doesn't treat you as her biological sister, but I treat you as my biological daughter! Mother will let you drink Qilin's blood and let you live!"

After Helianru finished speaking, he shook Bei Mingjing'er's hand hard.

From Nan Qingfeng's perspective, he could just see Bei Mingjing'er lowering her head and raising the corners of her lips proudly.

This woman is just pretending to be sick, she just wants the real daughter's life.

Nan Qingfeng sipped her tea, "Mom treated me like this today. What will happen if my fiancé Helian Youkong finds out about it in the future?"

After Helianru was startled, a sneer appeared in his eyes. Before he could speak, Bei Mingjing'er said carefully, "Sister, I'm sorry for you...Brother Youkong, he said he likes me and wants to cancel the marriage with my sister."

I'm engaged..."

Nan Qingfeng's eyelids twitched. She felt that this paragraph was not in the books she had read.

Is it possible that the plot changed after she came in?

Make it harder for her?!

Real dog!

"Yi'er, get her for me," Helianru said with a ferocious look in his eyes as he added four words, "It doesn't matter whether she is disabled or disabled!"

Bei Mingyi immediately raised his sword and stepped forward.

Nan Qingfeng sat at the table, the tattoo on his hand flashed, and a delicate porcelain bottle appeared out of thin air in his palm. He pulled out the stopper and drank it in one gulp, then smashed the porcelain bottle at Bei Mingyi's feet.

Bei Mingyi picked up a fragment and sniffed it, and a cloying fragrance suddenly hit his nostrils.

It's extremely poisonous!