Zhan Qingcheng did not refuse this time. After struggling for most of the night, he was indeed a little exhausted. He
After he fell down, Feng Jiuer walked up to him and took a short knife from somewhere.
The sword flashed, and the cold air flashed under the luminous pearl. Zhan
Qingcheng just looked at her with no expression on her face. Feng
Jiuer suddenly smiled a little mischievously: "I heard that throughout the ages, these powerful monarchs and ministers have not allowed others to approach them with sharp weapons."
Uncle Nine Emperors, if I show my sword in front of you now, are you really not defensive at all?" She said.
Looking forward to him saying such heart-warming words about trusting her. But
Unexpectedly, what I got in exchange was these words: "You are too weak to be afraid."
..." Feng Jiuer muttered and glared at him with a bit of resentment."
Uncle Nine Emperors, I am not weak at all, you are just too strong." Yes.
Compared to ordinary people, Feng Jiuer is confident and capable, but he is really too strong.
Even if she has been injured or even poisoned, even if the Nine Emperors Uncle is in this state, squeezing her to death is actually no different from squeezing an ant to death. No.
However, she still went in with the knife, but it was her arm that was injured."
What are you doing?" Zhan Qingcheng, who was already lying down, closed his eyes, sat up suddenly, and grabbed her wrist. This
Girl, Hao Duanduan actually gave himself a knife!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, the blood has already flowed out, drink quickly!" Feng
Jiuer casually threw the knife on the table and stared at him: "Hurry up, it's going to flow down!"
Zhan Qingcheng stared at the wound with a frosty look on his face!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you really want to waste my blood?" Lang
The word "fei" made Zhan Qingcheng's breathing become confused. He leaned over and held her slipping blood droplets with his thin lips. Finally,
Then, he sucked in all the blood that flowed from her wound bit by bit.
It wasn't until the blood from the wound stopped flowing that he pushed her away: "Bandage it, immediately!" Feng
Jiu'er knew that if he didn't listen to him, he would definitely get angry again.
In fact, even if you listen to him, he is already angry. No
No matter what, suppressing the poison in his body is her only idea now.
Whether she is angry or not becomes secondary. She
After sealing the acupuncture points on his arms, he picked up the gauze and bandaged it casually.
The professional ones are different. It's just a casual bandage, and it's tighter and more beautiful than ordinary people's painstaking bandaging.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, hurry up and heal your injuries. Now is probably the best time." Every time
After drinking her blood for the first time, he would perform exercises to heal his injuries. The effect seemed to be the best when the blood first entered.
Qingcheng was still staring at her. Such a look made her feel a little uneasy: "Uncle Nine Emperors..."
"Who allowed you to harm your body?" He narrowed his eyes. This
This kind of Uncle Nine Emperors looks really dangerous and makes people afraid to look directly at him."
That..." Feng Jiuer withdrew her gaze and lowered her head: "Well, I just want you to get better."
"You were injured before, didn't you lose enough blood?" Zhan
Qingcheng's breathing became erratic again. He had been angry several times tonight. Now, do you want to make him angry again?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, don't be angry, I won't dare anymore." Feng
Jiu'er finally understood that he could only take the initiative to suck her blood, and she could never do such a thing on her own.
