Zhan Qingcheng did not refuse this time. After struggling for most of the night, he was indeed a little exhausted.
He fell down, and Feng Jiuer walked up to him and took a short knife from somewhere.
The sword flashed, and the cold air flashed under the luminous pearls.
Zhan Qingcheng just looked at her with no expression on his 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 was looking forward to him saying such heart-warming words that he trusted her.
But I didn't expect that 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."
Feng Jiuer is confident and capable against ordinary people, but he is really too strong.
Even if she was injured or even poisoned, even if the Nine Emperors Uncle was in this state, squeezing her to death would be the same as squeezing an ant to death.
However, she still went down 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, Duanduan actually gave herself a knife!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, the blood is already flowing out, drink quickly!"
Feng Jiuer threw the knife casually 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?"
The word "waste" made Zhan Qingcheng's breathing become confused. He leaned over and held her thin lips around her fallen blood droplets.
Finally, he sucked in all the blood flowing 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 Jiuer knew that if she didn't listen to him again, she would definitely get angry again.
In fact, even if you listen to him, he is already angry.
No matter what, suppressing the poison in his body is her only idea now.
As for whether you are angry or not, that becomes secondary.
She sealed the acupuncture points on her arms, picked up the gauze, and bandaged herself.
The professional ones are different. It's just a casual bandage, which is tighter and more beautiful than ordinary people's painstaking bandaging.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, hurry up and heal your injuries. Now should be the best time."
Every time he drank her blood, he would perform exercises to heal his injuries. The effect seemed to be the best when the blood had just entered.
Zhan Qingcheng still stared 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 kind of Uncle Nine Emperors looks really dangerous and makes people afraid to look directly at him.
"Well..." 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 to do it again."
Feng Jiuer finally understood that he could only take the initiative to suck her blood, and she could never do such a thing on her own.
