Ye Zhikuang took off the mask on his face, stretched out his hand, and waved it gently in front of Murong Fu.

But he remained motionless and did not blink at all.

Her heart twitched, this kind of distress had nothing to do with love!

He is a very proud man, but he was made like this by his own relatives!

Gritting his teeth, he turned around and asked Qibao: "Then what do I need to do?"

Qibao squeaked his chin and looked at Murong Fu with a sad expression.

Although it could not be said to like Murong Fu, it did not hate him.

Everything he did for his master, he was there to witness.

The young master was a person who valued love and justice, so how could she bear to leave the person who had helped her?

It raised its head and looked at Ye Zhikuang: "He needs Dadan's blood, and this kind of blood needs dragon's blood. If there is no real dragon's blood, then reverse dragon's blood like Dandan can be used, but this place wants to

It is impossible to find an anti-dragon blood as spiritual as Dandan. Even if Dandan is here, you may not be willing to sacrifice it to save Murong Fu."

"Blood, we need blood!" Ye Zhikuang suddenly said to himself.

Isn't she the descendant of the true dragon? Why should I go elsewhere to find the blood of the reverse dragon?

She immediately took out a knife from the space and slashed her wrist fiercely.

"Ah..." Qibao's face was splashed with a lot of blood.

When he looked at Ye Zhikuang again, Ye Zhikuang was already sitting on Murong Fu's body. He raised his bleeding hand and used his other hand to pinch open Murong Fu's mouth and let the blood drop into Murong Fu's mouth.

Seeing this, Qibao's face turned pale with fright. He jumped on the bed, grabbed Ye Zhikuang's clothes and said, "Are you crazy? He doesn't need your rescue. After all, he is the descendant of the old lady. There is no way she can

If you kill him and bleed your own blood, how will you survive the battle in a few days?"

Ye Zhikuang looked back at Qibao and smiled, but with a touch of determination in his eyes: "Qibao, for those who have saved me, it is not an exaggeration for me to use my life to repay them. For those who have helped me, I will sacrifice a little bit."

Forget about the blood to repay the kindness. Now that he is in trouble, I can only do this..."

"But you..."

"I remember entering from here!" Suddenly, the guards of Murong Mansion came from outside the door, interrupting Qibao's voice.

Ye Zhikuang looked back at Qibao: "If you want to help me, then find a way to lure them away."

Qibao whined: "But you lost a lot of blood. What would you do if I just left like this?"

"If they come in, neither of us can even think of running away." Ye Zhikuang said in a cold voice: "Go and lure them away. Trust me, I still have Mo Junxie's immortal hairpin to protect me, so nothing will happen to me."

Immortal hairpin?! When he thought of the fairy hairpin, Ye Zhikuang's heart beat violently.

He gave her all the fairy hairpins, so what should he use to protect her body?

Qibao didn't dare to stay stubbornly anymore and immediately jumped out through the crack in the door.

It is stained with Ye Zhikuang's evil energy, and as long as the evil energy is released, it can create an illusion.

When the guards saw a black and craggy thing flying by, they immediately pointed in the direction of Qibao and shouted: "Over there, over there, hurry up, chase!"

Ye Zhikuang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the guards had walked away.

He turned around and looked at Murong Fu.

She disliked the blood flowing too slowly, so she picked up the knife and scratched the original wound again.
Chapter completed!