Chu Shuolan didn't seem to notice Qi Shu's bad mood, he took the porcelain bottle in the other party's hand and looked down at the small bottle.

He asked softly, "How to try?" ”

Qi Shu: "Lick it and try it." ”

Hearing this, Chu Shuolan raised his eyes and glanced at the other party lightly, and the light in his eyes had an indescribable meaning.

Qi Shu hurriedly changed his words: "You just take a sip of the blood in the bottle and swallow it, now I can only be sure that Miss Song's blood has a miraculous effect on external injuries, as for the toxins in your body, it is unknown whether it can be relieved, this needs you to try it yourself." ”

Chu Shuolan opened the porcelain bottle in his hand and brought it to his mouth, and a faint smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.

He frowned slightly, recalling the previous scene when Song Yihuan's fingers were pricked and bright red blood dripped down.

Although he knew that the wound was small and didn't hurt much, he was still a little uncomfortable.

"Try it!" Qi Shu urged on the side.

Chu Shuolan put the porcelain bottle in his hand to his lips and gently raised the bottle.

The smell of blood in the bottle grew stronger until it touched his lips.

He quickly put away the porcelain vase, leaving a red blood color on his lips.

Chu Shuolan frowned lightly and licked the blood on his lips into his mouth.

The rich smell of blood filled his mouth, which was not a good taste, but it made Chu Shuolan not feel half disgusted.

Seeing him talk about blood, Qi Shu's eyes were overflowing with anticipation, and all the previous emotions disappeared.

He looked at Chu Shuolan with his eyes, staring at his facial expression, not missing his reaction.

After Chu Shuolan swallowed the blood in his stomach, he felt that there was no reaction.

It seems that there is still some psychological effect, and I always feel that after swallowing Song Yihuan's blood, it seems that I have concluded some kind of ceremony with the other party, and that feeling is very strange.

Suddenly, Chu Shuolan's face changed.

His hand holding the wheelchair was trembling slightly, and the other hand holding the porcelain vase was gradually straining, as if he was enduring something.

Seeing that he was in a wrong state, Qi Shu hurriedly rescued the porcelain bottle containing Song Yihuan's blood in his hand, and then reached out to touch his pulse.

"How so?!"

Qi Shu's face changed, as if he was unwilling to accept everything that was happening in front of him.

Chu Shuolan's face gradually turned white, and the hand holding the wheelchair became more and more forceful, and the tendons and veins in his hands were revealed.

Ming'en, who was tidying up in the bedroom, opened the curtain and took a look after hearing the movement in the living room.

This glance suddenly made his eyes split.

I saw that his son-in-law's face was pale, the corners of his mouth were flushed with blood, and the whole person was still trembling in a wheelchair.

Qi Shu felt his pulse in front of him, and his face was very embarrassed.

"Childe!"

Ming En dropped the feather duster in his hand and rushed over quickly.

Just when he was about to meet Chu Shuolan, Qi Shu said sharply: "Don't touch him!" ”

Startled by this roar, Ming En immediately stood in place, not daring to make a move.

After Qi Shu was in a panic, he quickly took out the cloth silk in his arms, spread it flat on the table, took out a few golden needles, and quickly pierced Chu Shuolan's head.

Seeing that he was still unstable and his face was terrifyingly pale, Qi Shu picked up a few more golden needles and pierced his hands.

"Chu Shuolan, can you speak? Tell me how you feel, what is uncomfortable? ”

The pain in Chu Shuolan's body eased a little, and the tails of his eyes were red when he raised his eyes, as if he had cried.

But he didn't cry, it was the result of his previous overpatience.