Seeing the liquid in the glass bottle enter Fengjian's body unimpeded, Mu Qingyang showed a satisfied smile.

"......" saw with his own eyes that the bright red blood slowly entered his veins from the glass bottle hanging high, Feng Jian frowned, and then looked at Mu Qingyang's eyes that were so unpredictable.

"Are you trying to see through my face?" Mu Qingyang joked, quickly avoiding the gaze that made her feel a little infiltrating.

"You ......" Finally, Fengjian, who had been quiet for a while, spoke, as if he wanted to say something.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qingyang grinned at the corner of her mouth, she could come up with such a good way, Fengjian was going to praise herself, she thought, and she was a little proud in her heart.

"You've gone to such great lengths, you might as well just give me a drink. Unexpectedly, after knowing that he was likely to suck her blood dry, she obviously felt her fear and fear, but in an unprepared situation, she actually sent her blood to his body in such a strange way without a sound, and this trembling courage was beyond Fengjian's expectations.

"Ahem......" Mu Qingyang covered her mouth, after hearing Fengjian's words, she almost choked on her own saliva!

"This can be the same! The body you drink into must absorb a small amount, but this hanging bottle directly enters your veins!" Mu Qingyang said, and couldn't help but raise his voice a few points.

Thinking of the method of blood transfusion before, she made a simple hanging bottle, Mu Qingyang thought that it would be better to donate blood to him as a good person, thinking like this, she was able to accept the scene of Fengjian drinking blood, but this time, he was so disdainful of his own method!

"It's all the same anyway. The wind stream sounded faintly, as if he hadn't heard Mu Qingyang's words.

“…… It's terrible to be uneducated!" Mu Qing raised her eyebrows, puffed out her cheeks, and walked over to Mu Xuelun's bed, which made her know in her heart that no matter what she said, she was "playing the piano to the cow".

"Don't go yet. Seeing Mu Qingyang leave the table, Fengjian actually shouted.

"What are you doing?" she asked, turning her head but not stopping.

"Are you sure you don't want to fill a few more bottles?" said Feng Jian as he pouted a few times at the glass bottle he had prepared on the side.

"......" Mu Qing raised his eyebrows and twitched, this person is simply a little inch-inch!

……

After infusing two large vials of blood, Feng Jian seemed to feel something different.

"That should be enough. Mu Qingyang said, thinking of Mu Ziding, vaguely remembering that he seemed to have a blood-replenishing pill in his hand, and now it would be good if he could see him.

Although he didn't speak, Feng Jian nodded his head heavily, but when his head went down, Mu Qingyang was relieved, and his heart finally let go.

In terms of blood extraction, Fengjian is still content, and it is not as endless as Mu Qingyang thought.

However, after this time, I'm afraid that even Fengjian himself didn't expect that Mu Qingyang was a very perfect substitute, I thought she was just like the taste and blood of Mu Xuelun, but I don't know why, it was clearly another person, but it was like another Mu Xuelun.

But what is the reason for this, Fengjian has no clue.

"When will he wake up?" A day of tossing has passed, but Mu Xuelun seems to be asleep, and he has no intention of waking up at all, so he can't help but make Mu Qingyang a little worried.

According to her current thoughts, since the matter of Fengjian has been dealt with, then as long as Mu Xuelun wakes up, they can go back to "Zhumi".