Feeding back, it takes a mature vampire to carry it out, this is a little common sense about vampires that Murong Yinzhu knows, a mature vampire must survive for at least a hundred years before it can be counted.

But Murong Yinzhu, as a vampire, is not even a year.

She didn't know what the consequences of her risky actions would be now, but she could only do so, at least, in her opinion, Wang Chuan did her best for her, although she left the Murong Mansion out of desperation, she had always forgotten Wang Chuan's existence and what would happen to him in the Murong Mansion.

Maybe because he became a cold-blooded animal, it was difficult to include a person in the scope of his own people, especially at the beginning, Wang Chuan's purpose was to spy on her.

She saved him, which can be regarded as proving that she still has a trace of conscience and humanity, rather than being so indifferent that a person is dying because of herself, and she does not save him.

However, she was not without doubts about Wang Chuan, she had never investigated Wang Chuan's details, and she didn't know how he survived after she left, because according to Murong De's usual methods, people like Wang Chuan should be exterminated.

It's just that these thoughts are fleeting, after all, for Murong Yinzhu, Wang Chuan should still be saved, since he chose to save him, don't think about it so much.

Wang Chuan, who was lying on the ground, was struggling in pain, his face was sometimes pale, sometimes ruddy, sometimes gray, and several colors alternated, proving that his body was undergoing changes. Just now, after he drank Murong Yinzhu's blood, he had stopped breathing completely for a short time, and now he had come back from the dead.

Looking at Wang Chuan, who was twisted and painful on the ground, Murong Yinzhu did not guard, but went out, and there were still many people around her door, as if waiting for the result, waiting to see if Wang Chuang was dead, or if he could really be saved by Murong Yinzhu.

How many people have seen with their own eyes that the fatal wound on Wang Chuan's chest can really come back to life, which is an absolute miracle.

Murong Yinzhu didn't pay attention to the people around him, locked the door, went straight to the kitchen, and then found a live chicken and came back, and entered the room again.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon it was night, when it was just dark, Wang Chuan finally stopped writhing and calmed down, and after a short time, he woke up, got up in confusion, looked around, and fell on Murong Yinzhu's body.

"Miss Yinzhu, are you back? I...... I'm not in the underworld, am I? Wang Chuan's expression was very confused, and he didn't seem to be able to react for a while, where was he and what was the situation, "But they said that you didn't die, Miss, I thought ......"

"I'm not dead, and this isn't the Netherworld." Murong Yinzhu said lightly, looking at Wang Chuan, "You are not dead." ”

"I'm not dead?" Wang Chuan himself didn't believe it, and even showed a smile, looked down at his chest, there was a large dried blood clot on it, he stretched out his hand and touched it, "I remember that I was stabbed by Yue Xiaojie here, and now there is no wound at all, except in the underworld, I am probably dreaming." ”

Murong Yinzhu didn't speak, lifted a stool next to him, smashed it on Wang Chuan's body without hesitation, and then asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

Wang Chuan shivered in pain: "It hurts." ”