That mouthful of blood instantly hurt Qingge's heart.
All his calmness and ruthlessness completely collapsed the moment he vomited blood.
She quickly walked over, grabbed his wrist, and placed her long fingers on his veins.
Although the pulse was rapid, it was relatively stable, but seemed a little agitated.
However, other than that, there is nothing unusual.
Why is he vomiting blood?
Feng Liye didn't know what was happening to her.
He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. He looked up at the girl standing in front of him, stunned.
"What on earth are you..." But seeing his look, Qingge couldn't continue to ask the question.
He's afraid he can't find the answer himself.
There was still a trace of blood on the corner of Feng Liye's lips. Qingge subconsciously wanted to wipe it off, but when she raised her hand and was about to get close to his lips, she stopped again.
The two eyes touched each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became weird.
What is this?
Chu Qingge wanted to let go of his hand.
But why is he vomiting blood?
Very good!
Her long fingers still clasped his veins, but she still couldn't find anything wrong.
What's wrong with this guy's body?
Feng Liye calmed down before her. His long fingers fell on the back of her hand, and with just a slight push, he pushed her hand away from his wrist.
"I'm fine." He said calmly.
Chu Qingge looked at him again, her fingertips slowly tightened, she turned back and sat down, looking at him.
I wanted to say something, but suddenly I lost my mood.
Feng Liye didn't know what to say, but it was so late at night, but she had no intention of leaving.
The two people just sat quietly, not talking, not talking, and not looking at each other. www.yshuge.
I don't know which corner my eyes fell on. It was quiet and no one was the first to break the peace.
I don't know how long it took before Chu Qingge looked at him again and said, "Master, would you mind if you draw some blood for me to study?"
Feng Liye glanced at her.
Well done, what are you doing to draw his blood?
However, he only hesitated for a moment before rolling up his sleeves.
With a big palm, he grabbed the knife from the table and started to scratch it on his arm.
"What are you doing?" Qingge was almost frightened to death by him, and immediately rushed over and snatched the knife from his hand.
"Why are you hurting yourself? Are you crazy?"
"You don't want my blood?" You were so cooperative, but you even cursed!
Damn woman, what on earth are you playing?
Qingge was really going to be pissed off by him. The thinking of these ancient people was really weird.
She put away the knife, walked over, took her medicine box, and put it on the table.
He took out the silver needle, sterilized it, and then walked up to him.
Feng Liye became somewhat interested in her wooden box: "You seem to carry it with you wherever you go."
Even if she forgets to bring it, the people around her will help her carry it, and they are almost inseparable.
"Can we throw away the things we use to make a living?"
Qingge picked up the syringe and rolled up his sleeves: "Sir, I want to take some blood from you. If you are afraid of pain..."
I didn't say this anymore, I just gave it a shot.
He's not even afraid of cutting himself with a knife, but would he be afraid of this little silver needle?
Feng Liye was indeed not afraid of pain, but the way the silver needle penetrated into her flesh was enough to make one's scalp numb.
However, his blood was drawn into her syringe through the silver needle?
