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The boy wanted to gamble again, on his future, on his life, on his eternal life, and on the love he had for that woman, who was still spotless after thousands of years......

"Twilight...... Off ......"

A feeble call escaped from the boy's mouth, breaking the silence of the room and attracting everyone's attention, as well as the distinguished woman sitting on the sofa, gently shaking her red wine glass.

The woman's long finger froze slightly and stopped.

The bright red liquor trickled down the rim of the glass, slid over her delicate fingers, spilled out of her fingers, and dripped onto the tail of her stock, the upper of her expensive slippers, drenched and wet.

The woman kept her upright sitting posture and did not move, she did not even look at the red liquid that was pouring and rendering, and her silver eyes were deep and bottomless, full of empty pupils.

"Physician Pei," she said softly, her voice low and a little hoarse, "I seem to hear his voice." ”

Was it her hallucination?

It was as if she heard the little boy on the bed calling her name, and uttered the syllables so painfully and slowly: Twilight...... Leave......

"Lord Night, I—I seem to hear that, too." Pei Xiuxin immediately came back to his senses and walked quickly towards the hospital bed.

She bent down and put her head close to Yingdi's ear to listen carefully, but unfortunately, the voice disappeared again, like a sudden wind blowing in the dark night, hurried and hurried.

On the hospital bed, the boy lay there quietly, silently, and there was no movement.

The pale face became more and more haggard, and the skin showed a hint of dryness, losing its former ruddy luster.

Pei Xiuxin listened for a long time, but didn't hear anything, she lifted the corner of the quilt and checked Ying Di's nails.

Fingernail pieces of the Bloodpeople are very important.

Healthy Bloodline people will have sparkling nails, perfectly shaped, thin and strong.

Unhealthy Bloods, on the other hand, will have ugly, fragile nail pieces, and the edges of the beautiful nails will gradually sink into the flesh.

Pei Xiuxin naturally didn't dare to get started in person and touch Ying Di's nails.

This little emperor has a noble status and a transcendent status, how can an ordinary blood clan like them touch it casually? will be pulled out and killed.

Hundreds of years ago, they wouldn't have even been able to look at it.

Have you ever heard of 'Golden Silk Hanging Wrist Diagnosis'?

In the early years, she had done such a thing, and she understood the proportions of a doctor.

After Pei Xiuxin checked Ying Di's nails, he carefully put down the quilt and covered it.

She walked up to Twilight and bowed, "Lord Night,"

"He's awake and still calling my name, right?" Twilight looked up sharply, her silver eyes bloodshot and her face tired.

This little guy is too vulnerable.

She was just angry in her heart, and she punished him in anger, and as a result, he couldn't sleep and refused to wake up again.

What if the little one doesn't wake up?

Guilt, self-blame, and a faint ache......

Twilight Li forcibly suppressed the eagerness in her heart, did not grab Pei Xiuxin's collar, and forced Pei Xiuxin to agree with her statement.

She sat stiffly on the sofa, staring deeply at Pei Xiuxin, motionless, waiting for Pei Xiuxin's answer.

Hopefully, that answer will be the one she wants.

"Lord Hui Yejue, the winning master has no signs of sobering up for the time being," Pei Xiuxin didn't dare to answer too loudly, for fear of being slapped against the wall by Twilight.

"What did you say?" Twilight stood up suddenly, her silver eyes shining with a cold glow, staring at her condescendingly.

The power of the Blood Empress burst out in an instant, and her anger was enveloped.

Pei Xiuxin felt an invisible oppression, and the blood in his body quickly surged, and he was about to burst out of his throat.

She hurriedly knelt down and said comfortingly: "Lord Nightlord, don't be impatient, although the winning master has no signs of sobering for the time being, but the winning master's nails have improved and are no longer dark gray. ”

Twilight's anger subsided a little, and he sat back on the couch, turning back to his old stiff appearance, motionless, "Will his nails fall off?" ”

Every time a Blood-Clan suffers a catastrophe, the strong and sharp nails will fade once, and when the body recovers, the nails will grow back.

Twilight is worried that Won't be in good shape, and it will affect the loss of nail pieces.

The little emperor had been so proud of his beautiful face that if he had become a vampire with all his fingernails gone, he would have been so devastated that he would never see her again.

Vampires without claws are not beautiful at all.

He loves beauty the most.

"This ......" Pei Xiuxin hesitated, "Theoretically, it won't, but if the winner refuses to wake up, and the effect of the medicine can't be played, I'm afraid it will ......."

Not to mention nail pieces, even toenails will fade and grow back.

Moreover, it was a long and painful process, requiring meticulous care and a great test of attention.

"Okay, I got it." Twilight bowed his head slightly, and after thinking for a long time, he said in a deep voice, "Bring the knife." ”

"Huh?" Pei Xiuxin was puzzled, what did Lord Night Lord want to do?

On the side, Bian Boyuan understood what Twilight Li meant, took a knife and a porcelain bowl and put them on the coffee table, and asked cautiously: "Miss Twilight, do you really plan to do this?" ”

Although the blood of the higher blood clan is the best tonic in the world, the side effects after taking the medicine are very serious.

Unless it was an ancient blood clan like the Great Sect Master Chang who had already entered the Ancient God Realm, he would be able to suppress the consequences of blood extraction.

"Well, it's fine." Twilight picked up a towel and wiped the blade of the knife, stopping the tip of the knife above the wrist of her left hand and aiming it at the artery.

Whew.

The sharp tip of the knife sliced through the skin, and flesh flew up.

The blade severed the blood vessels of the wrist artery, and a stream of fresh sweet blood gushed out, dripping into the porcelain bowl.

Twilight frowned slightly, her wrist trembled, and she shook faintly, and a cold gasp escaped from her lips.

Blood, lost instantly.

body temperature, rapidly becoming cold.

Her consciousness suddenly became vain and trance-like.

I saw that in her sight, everyone became a blur of light and shadow, leaving only the bowl of bright red blood on the table that filled her eyes.

Twilight exhaled softly, breathing like a gossamer, and a smile rose on her lips.

Oh, really, no way.

As much blood as her little one vomits, she has to drink as much blood as she wants.

If you don't drink her blood, who else do you want to drink?

She won't give other women a chance to get their hands on the little one.

In the past, it was she who didn't know love, didn't understand love, and missed a lot of good times.

However, if she really doesn't know love and doesn't understand love, how could she choose such a wanton and arrogant little guy when she was engaged?

When the little guy spoke wildly, how could he not be angry at all, and just pinch the young man's face as punishment? Let the little guy do anything wrong and make the entire Twilight family lose face?

After all, she still has him in her heart after all, and she has always had ......