Wushuang groaned and said deliberately: "I'm sorry, I thought you gods couldn't get used to our mortal tea."
The corners of Wu Xuanye's lips twitched. It was obvious that this girl did it on purpose. She was so courageous, and she was also quite clever.
He raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Make me a cup too."
Although Wushuang didn't like his attitude, she thought that most gods were like this, not to mention that it was rare for her to meet a god, and it would be bad if she made someone anxious.
So out of compassion, she also made him a cup of tea and served it to him.
Wu Xuanye took a sip. There was a faint floral aroma and the color of the tea soup turned crimson. It tasted pretty good and made people feel refreshed.
He finished the cup of tea, thinking of the conversation he just heard between her and Ling Ji, and asked, "Are you yearning for the outside world?"
Wushuang's eyes lit up and she didn't know what she was thinking of. She suddenly grabbed his arm and said, "Can you take me out and have a look? Aren't you a god? You can definitely do it, right?"
This Gu King Palace is well guarded. If this god can come in without being discovered, then with his ability, he will definitely be able to take her out of here.
When Wu Xuanye heard this, he didn't know what he thought of. He saw the color in his eyes change instantly, but he couldn't tell whether it was reality or an illusion.
As if he was going crazy, he suddenly grabbed Wu Shuang's neck and asked in a lunatic manner: "Why? Why did you lie to me?"
Wushuang was grabbed by the throat unexpectedly. She had difficulty breathing and struggled desperately. Just when she thought she was going to be strangled to death, the man in front of her suddenly let go of her.
She fell to the ground, raised her head in shock, and saw that the hair of the man in front of her was quickly turning white, and his originally handsome face had become much older.
This picture is really too weird.
She screamed in fright, but before she could escape, Wu Xuanye suddenly pounced on her, pinned her down, and bit her neck.
Immediately, blood surged out, and Wu Xuanye swallowed it into his mouth.
Wushuang only felt that her neck was very painful, but her strength could not compete with Wu Xuanye, so she could only shout loudly: "Help, help!"
Lingji heard her cry and hurriedly opened the door and ran in. She saw a man pressing Wushuang to the ground and sucking her blood.
She was so frightened that she forgot to react, and Wushuang also fainted due to excessive fright and excessive blood loss.
Wu Xuanye drank enough blood and gradually regained his lost sanity.
He released his mouth and slowly raised his head. He saw that his hair that had just turned white turned black again, and even his face had recovered.
Ling Ji looked at this scene and immediately knew his identity.
Wu Xuanye sat up and glanced back at Ling Ji. This glance made Ling Ji shiver and her body froze in place, unable to speak or take a step.
It was as if her soul was controlled by someone.
Wu Xuanye stood up, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, and said in a cold voice: "From now on, take a bowl of her blood every two days and send it to the tree in the back mountain."
He already knows his limit. Without Wushuang's blood to sustain him, he will soon grow old and die. This will be much worse than a hundred years ago.
At least a hundred years ago, without the blood of the saint, all he would have lost was his divine power, not his life.