Chapter 115 - 114: Let’s Make a Deal

Chapter 115: Chapter 114: Let’s Make a Deal

Feng Qing struggled to lift her head and saw a masked man in black clothing, staring at her with a vicious look. He was gripping her neck with one hand and pulling at her with the other, trying to drag her outside.

Feng Qing immediately guessed the man’s intention; he wanted to kidnap her to force the people of the Prince Mansion to let him go.

This man must have ingested the Soft Muscle Powder and couldn’t use his Inner Strength at the moment. Meanwhile, some guards inside the Prince Mansion were searching for the assassin. If he went out, he’d surely get caught, so he intended to abduct her to gain a slim chance of survival.

However, Feng Qing doubted that even if the man kidnapped her, he’d be able to gain a slim chance of survival.

At present, Rong Ling was unconscious, and the affairs of the Prince Mansion were handled by Nan Feng and Nan Xuan.

Feng Qing didn’t think people like Nan Feng and Nan Xuan would let such a person go for her sake, so she couldn’t rely on them; she had to save herself.

Feng Qing thought as she struggled to speak, "You want to kidnap me for a slim chance of survival? That’s impossible."

As soon as Feng Qing finished speaking, the hand gripping her neck suddenly tightened, and the person beside her rasped, "Then I’ll take you with me to death."

Feng Qing felt her breathing quicken. She grasped the hand choking her neck tightly and struggled to speak to the man in black beside her, "I—we can strike a deal. I can remove the Soft Muscle Powder and help you break out."

The man in black seemed to be moved by Feng Qing’s words. His fingers subconsciously loosened slightly. But when he looked at Feng Qing, his expression suddenly changed, and he tightened his grip around her neck once again. "You’re trying to deceive me, aren’t you?"

By now, Feng Qing’s vision was darkening, and her breathing was rapid. If he continued to choke her, she would surely die.

Feng Qing looked up at the man in black above her and said, "Loosen up a bit, let’s talk, otherwise we’ll both die."

The word "die" seemed to jolt the man above her, and his grip slightly relaxed.

Feng Qing knew he didn’t want to die, and not wanting to die made things easier to discuss. She breathed a sigh of relief and took a deep breath. Once her breathing stabilized, she spoke again, "Look, you’re still holding my neck. Let me relieve the Soft Muscle Powder for you. If I try to harm you, you can strangle me to death even if you are dying."

After she finished speaking, she looked into his eyes above her. Though she couldn’t see his face, she noticed he had very beautiful eyes, with a narrow shape and slightly upturned ends, which gave off an inexplicable gentle feeling. However, if one looked closely, they could see the chill in his eyes, colder than glacial rivers.

Seeing no response from him, Feng Qing urgently said, "You have to decide quickly whether to take a chance or not, or else someone else is coming."

She had gone out to brew medicine for Rong Ling, and if she didn’t return, someone would definitely come to urge her. If they were discovered, both of them would die.

The eyes above her flickered, as if the man had made up his mind, and he spoke gloomily, "You better not trick me, or even if I die, I’ll make sure to take you with me."

"I understand."

Feng Qing, seeing his agreement, immediately took out the silver needles she had previously obtained from Nan Feng. She hadn’t used them all when protecting Rong Ling’s heart meridian, so there were still plenty left.

She raised her hand and skillfully inserted the silver needles into several acupuncture points on the man in black beside her, then twisted the needles between her fingers.

During this, Feng Qing contemplated sabotaging him to kill the man. But she wasn’t confident she could secure herself before harming him, so she opted to save his life.

After a few moments, Feng Qing looked up at the man in black beside her and said, "Give it a try."