"What are you afraid of?"

Xiao Chen looked at Rowling, a little strange.

"I'm afraid... I'll take it down."

Rowling smiled charmingly.

"I'm afraid of you?"

Xiao Chen felt relieved and sneered again.

"You are injured now, what else can you do to me?"

"This is not necessarily true."

Rowling said, approaching Xiao Chen again.

"what?"

Xiao Chen subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but when he saw Rowling shaking, he hurriedly helped him.

He felt Rowling's rapid decline in his breath and his face changed.

"You're so seriously injured?"

"Well, I originally wanted to cover it up, but I couldn't hold it up."

Rowling coughed blood and said with a forced smile.

"Stop talking, come on, eat this first."

Xiao Chen took out another porcelain bottle, took out the healing saint, and stuffed it into Rowling's mouth.

"I feel... it's useful without your blood."

Rowling made a joke.

"Really? Wait."

Xiao Chen frowned. After all, she is not a normal person. Perhaps the effect of healing sacred products is not that good.

He took out his dagger and was about to cut his wrist.

"What are you doing...I'm kidding."

Rowling was stunned and hurriedly stopped Xiao Chen.

"Why are you kidding at this time..."

Xiao Chen said, and wanted to cut it off again.

"Even if you want to drink, you can't drink here. Let's go to the hotel... and drink your blood, don't you have a sense of ritual?"
Chapter completed!