If she wants to survive well in this world, she must have good basic conditions.
Even if she wants to do business, she still needs a capital.
Dongfang Wuye is willing to pay her, why shouldn't she? She doesn't want to pretend to be a high-minded and upright person.
She saved Zi Yan and he repaid her, which is natural.[
Mu Lingyue returned to the small garden again.
This time, Dongfang Wuye did not hide anything from her.
According to him, Zi Yan's virus attacks once a day at noon.
When you are sick, you must stay far away from her and never get close to her.
If you drink her blood, Zi Yan's virus will be suppressed. After drinking it for seven or forty-nine days, the poison in her body will be completely eliminated.
Zi Yan needs a lot of blood every day, a small bowl full. For this reason, Dongfang Wuye specially arranged a cook for Mu Lingyue to take care of her diet and daily life. She has three meals a day and drinks, all of which are inseparable from blood replenishment.
Nourishing.
After drinking for several days, Mu Lingyue was about to vomit.
In the past few days, Dongfang Wuye would personally pick up a bowl of blood for Zi Yan every day. After drinking the blood for several days, Zi Yan looked better and better, but she... became more and more haggard.
Even though the food and drinks given to her by Dongfang Wuye were the best in the world, Mu Lingyue felt dizzy every day due to excessive blood loss, and her whole body was becoming less and less energetic.
Zi Yan kept saying sorry to her all day long, and her eyes filled with tears when she saw her, as if she had been bullied by someone. Mu Lingyue would comfort her a few words at first, but after a long time, she just let her go. Besides, she
My mental and physical strength is getting worse day by day, and even talking feels laborious.
Seventy-seven forty-nine days...
Can she really hold on?
I'm afraid Zi Yan fell down before she could be cured.
On this day, Mu Lingyue lay down early.
I don’t know how long I slept. When I woke up, it was pitch dark outside the window, so quiet that I could hear a pin dropping on the ground.
"Squeak..."
A gust of wind blew, not very strong, but I heard the window snapping twice.
The strange smell mixed with the wind spread into her nose. Mu Lingyue stood up suddenly, took out the dagger in her arms, and looked out the window warily.
This dagger... was given to her by Lan Qingyue.[
She is not a martial artist, and she is not very good at distinguishing between good and bad weapons, but she knows that the knife Lan Qingyue gave her is definitely not comparable to ordinary weapons, so... she keeps it on her body.
As a self-defense weapon.
Another gust of wind blew.
This time, the wind carried a hint of fragrance.
After Mu Lingyue took a few puffs, she felt her chest was tight and her head felt dizzy...
She screamed secretly and held her breath immediately, but it was too late.
The gases she inhaled before...had gradually blurred her consciousness.
She held on hard to prevent herself from falling, but her eyelids seemed to be pressed by two big rocks, which were heavy and uncomfortable.
An emerald green figure jumped out of the window. Mu Lingyue steeled herself and tried to open her eyes, vaguely distinguishing that the green figure looked like... the little maid next to Ning Xuerou.
She took a few breaths, held the dagger tightly, and gritted her teeth and said, "Are you sent by Ning Xuerou?"
"That's right."
Ying'er stepped forward and swiped her soft little hands in the air, turning them into sharp fox claws.
She pursed her lips, sighed, and said helplessly, "I'm here to take your life, don't blame me, I don't want to kill you either."