Chapter 1626: Founding Principles >

n willing to dismantle it to study it properly.In their 21st century, almost everyone used guns. As an assassin, she mostly used silenced pistols and knew quite a bit about gun mechanics. However, the...He founded the Xintang Valley, bringing those on the brink of death back to the valley to cultivate them personally. He taught them martial arts and bestowed upon them so many skills.

He has only ever had one purpose: to find his beloved Atang. And after finding her, to protect her and ensure she lives a happy and worry-free life.

2 come, named Xún Táng Gǔ is also to let everyone in the valley always remember, they can be saved by him, can find a place to shelter from the wind and rain, all because he in order to train them into extremely loyal subordinates, after to protect An Xue Tang.

If it weren't for his A-Tang, he would never have founded this organization, nor would he have saved these people who were abandoned by their families and almost eaten during the famine.

In short, without An Xue Tang, there would be no Xun Tang Gu. These people wouldn't have lived to this day; they wouldn't have been saved by him, nor would they have returned to the valley and lived a life of comfort.

All the skills these people from Xintang Valley possess, he personally taught them. They received this because before his death, he wanted to cultivate a powerful support force for his beloved A Tang, ensuring her safety and well-being.

But he didn't expect that Fu'er would forget her roots, cast aside her lifelong mission, and now blame his A-Tang.

Such a person as Fu'er deserves to die, it's a waste of all his years of effort and teaching.

Feng Ming's complex eyes stared deeply at her, no one knew how he would handle it.

After a while, he didn't respond to Fu'er's previous roar. He calmly looked at Ning'er and the others, "What are you all still doing You should know very well how to deal with traitors of the Valley."

"!"

Fu'er widened her eyes, unable to believe things had turned out this way. How could he treat her like this She had given him a child, hadn't she

If not for her, how could he possibly still be alive

"No...Master, you can't do this to me. You can't do this to me."

Feng Ming at this moment didn't even want to give her a glance. Ning'er and the others hurriedly bowed and immediately agreed.

Shou'er curled the corner of her mouth into a sneer, continued to use the dirty cloth on the ground to stuff Fu'er's mouth, and then ordered the other brothers to drag Fu'er down.

Everyone turned a blind eye to Fu'er's desperate struggle. After all, since she dared to betray Xuntang Valley and dare to publicly insult their Princess, she should be prepared for such consequences.

This is the end of her life.

......

After pulling Fu'er down, An Xuetang stood up, "Ning'er, prepare to operate on Xunluo. His wound needs to be treated as soon as possible, or he will bleed too much."

"Yes."

Ning'er was also thinking the same thing at this time. Hot water and a medicine box were already prepared. After lifting Xunluo to a clean place, the two of them began to treat Xunluo's wounds.

Ning'er wanted her to come by herself, after all, the princess hadn't left confinement yet and couldn't be tired.

But searching for the wounded abdomen, this dagger pulled out afterwards still didn't know how, so she could only let her own princess stand aside.

This time, An Xuetang did not take part in the demonstration. She only watched from the sidelines, occasionally instructing Ning'er on how to handle things.

Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep. After the knife was removed, An Xue Tang personally checked and confirmed that he hadn't injured any vital organs, so she let out a sigh of relief.

However, his intestines were perforated, so he needed surgery to suture them.

Ninger had been following her around for so many days, and her suturing skills were already quite proficient. With Ninger guiding her now, the operation was completed in just half an hour.

After making sure her injuries were fully treated, An Xuetang walked over and sat down beside Feng Ming. She pursed her lips.

Although she didn't really care whether or not Fusheng's child was alive, after all, the child was her brother's flesh and blood. She couldn't pretend nothing had happened, so she hesitantly asked, "Brother, where is that child..." face was still good-looking. Besides, she had other means. Even if she was no longer youthful, she was confident that she could still entice the emperor.An Xuetang saw her expression and knew she did...