LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
115.BABY BLOOD.
“Brother Zhuo!”
Xue Ningxiang limped towards Tan Wen Hong while crying and turned Tan Wen Hong's body to see a fist-sized wound on his chest that pierced through his back.
His face paled in seconds and his body temperature dropped.
Tears welled up in Xue Ningxiang's eyes and fell along with her anxious voice, “Brother Tan Wen Hong, wake up, wake up ..”
It might be due to her gentle tears or her unrelenting scream in her ears that made Tan Wen Hong open her eyelids.
“Brother Tan Wen Hong, you are awake!” Xue Ningxiang was delighted.
Tan Wen Hong moved his lips but was too weak to let out words.
Looking at his teary face, Tan Wen Hong took a deep breath and squeezed out his last drop of energy to point, but his hand immediately went limp.
Xue Ningxiang caught his movements and looked at the Blood Baby in a pool of blood.
“You want me to take him?” She asked.
Tan Wen Hong blinked weakly, the only thing he could do in his current state.
Xue Ningxiang thus made his way towards the Blood Baby and immediately returned with it in his hands.
He then placed it in a hole in Tan Wen Hong's chest.
The baby's blood lit up red and returned to Tan Wen Hong's body. He sighed as his complexion began to improve slightly.
His and Baby Blood were divided in two, half in the baby's blood, the other half his belonging.
It is made in such a way that the wound is much more important than the wound itself.
As long as the Blood Baby was fine, he who suffered heavy injuries would mean nothing.
But now the life of the Blood Baby depends on a thread.
Without his blood essence, he could only maintain it for a while longer.
“Blood ..” Tan Wen Hong whispered in a hoarse voice.
Xue Ningxiang paused for a moment, then cut her wrist with a dagger and brought her hand closer to Tan Wen Hong's lips.
The girl's blood dripped down Tan Wen Hong's mouth and she slowly recovered a little more energy.
Xue Ningxiang sighed in relief and even smiled faintly.
But Tan Wen Hong suddenly bit his wrist, sucking his blood.
Xue Ningxiang endured the pain and left her full.
Time passed but his drinking of Tan Wen Hong did not go down. Xue Ningxiang's face paled and even became dizzy.
He knew it was from blood loss but he didn't stop it.
When Tan Wen Hong finally let go and inhaled a breath of fresh air, he looked at Xue Ningxiang's pale face and felt complicated.
“Thank you.” Tan Wen Hong now had the strength to speak, thanks to his blood.
Xue Ningxiang smiled. She felt weak but her smile looked mesmerizing to Tan Wen Hong.
Recalling his previous actions, his heart began to feel guilty.
With a thought, a blue bottle flashed in his hand.
“Ning’er, this is a 3rd class Heart Protective Pill.
Give me one, you take the second and give the third to the boy if he doesn't die. ”
Xue Ningxiang nodded and gave him the first pill.
He examined Xie Tianyang and found him alive.