Looking at the girl lying on the bed, Song Huaizhu pulled out a long knife.

In the dark basement, the long knife in the man's palm was shining brightly, and the light of the knife was so bright that it made Princess Jinyang on the side suddenly feel dazzling.

"This is ......" Looking at the long knife in the man's hand, Princess Jinyang's eyes flashed with a trace of unexplained emotion.

The man was unmoved, just staring intently at the tip of his knife.

"How are you going to save her?" Princess Jinyang stared closely at the man's face wearing a white jade mask and asked suspiciously.

Looking at the man's posture of drawing a knife, Princess Jinyang really couldn't believe that this man was going to treat and save people in the next second, but it seemed that he was dealing with some mortal enemy.

"Try it first." Song Huaizhu replied.

"Try? What to try? Princess Jinyang asked.

"She's losing so much blood, and I know a way to replenish blood for people who are too ischul." He explained quietly.

"What's the method?" Princess Jinyang asked eagerly, "Which medical book is recorded in which one?" Or was it discovered by a famous doctor? ”

"There is no book on medical techniques that has written about it, and I have never heard of other doctors using this method." Song Huaizhu replied.

"What? How can you be sure that you can save her? How dare you use it on her? Are you trying to kill her? Princess Jinyang's eyes widened, and she suddenly asked angrily.

"It sounds ridiculous, and it doesn't make any sense." Song Huaizhu was not annoyed when he heard this, and replied calmly, "But someone once used this method on me, and then I survived." ”

Princess Jinyang's eyes widened.

Yes.

It was indeed a whimsical method, there was no one before or since, and when he saw it for the first time, Song Huaizhu felt that person must be crazy.

Song Huaizhu flattened the long knife, and the tip of the knife lightly touched Zhu Luan's pale neck.

Princess Jinyang clasped her hands together and secretly decided that if this man made any changes, she would stop him even if she risked her life.

Song Huaizhu turned a blind eye to the tense woman beside him, his hands were very steady, the tip of the knife touched lightly, pierced slightly, and pulled out the knife when there were blood beads pouring out.

A drop of red blood appeared on the tip of Song Huaizhu's knife, Song Huaizhu tilted the blade slightly, and the blood beads rolled on the Xueliang knife's body, leaving a long line of blood.

Song Huaizhu's eyes were as calm as water, holding the blade of the long knife, and he took out a dagger with a blood groove from his arms, the blade was like electricity, and he brushed a few knives on the blood line, cutting the long blood line into several sections.

"What are you doing here?" Princess Jinyang asked, looking at the blood line on the back of the knife, which was divided into small sections.

"I said it before, I want to try." Song Huaizhu walked up to Princess Jinyang and handed her the knife in his hand, "Drop a drop of blood to a section of blood." He said.

Vaguely understanding what he was going to do, Princess Jinyang did not hesitate to take the knife and stab her finger, dripping a drop of blood onto the blood line.

Beads of blood rolled down from the bloodline, as if they were blocked by something, and they never fused.

"Sure enough......" Princess Jinyang muttered in a low voice.

Song Huaizhu's face was as usual, and he came to the Tao female official standing aside with the blade of the knife, and handed her the dagger.

Lady Tao hesitated to take the dagger, glanced at Princess Jinyang, and spilled a drop of her own blood on a blood line like Princess Jinyang.

As before, the blood of the Tao female official is not compatible.

The luster in Princess Jinyang's eyes dimmed again.

Huaizhu was still expressionless, and took out two small bottles from his arms, and there was red liquid in the bottles.

He unscrewed the lids of the two vials with one hand, dripping the blood from each vial onto the blood line.

The blood beads rolled down, still not compatible.

"Your Highness, do you want the slaves and maids to go up and find more people to take their blood?" Lady Tao glanced at Princess Jinyang, who was full of dejection, and asked.

"It's useless." Princess Jinyang glanced at the Tao female official, and then looked at Song Huaizhu and said softly.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you now, maybe you already know that her bloodline is different from that of you and me, so many people's blood has been tried, so why try again?"

"You can try again." Song Huaizhu looked at Princess Jinyang and rolled up his sleeves.

Princess Jinyang's eyes seemed to be sad and sarcastic, revealing a sarcastic smile. I don't know if it's because of the whimsical man in front of her, or because of this trick of fate, she finally understands one thing.

When she was young, she envied the Vermilion Bird Divine Blood flowing in the body of the imperial sister countless times, and she thought that this was the starting point of all the achievements of the imperial sister, and it was God's supreme favor for her.

However, when the imperial sister was on the line of life and death, Princess Jinyang finally understood that the so-called Vermilion Bird Divine Blood was actually not God's favor, but a life-urging talisman that tightened her throat.

In particular, it actually means endless loneliness, and endless danger.

Even though the realm of this man in front of him is unfathomable and may even be a grandmaster, of course, the grandmaster's physique cannot be compared with ordinary people, but in front of such a special Vermilion Bird Divine Blood, it is still essentially an ordinary man's blood, how can it be integrated with the Vermilion Bird Divine Blood?

In this world, there are no relatives who are really connected to this girl.

This is Princess Yingluan, who is alone at all times.

Princess Jinyang was thinking gloomily when she suddenly heard an exclamation from Lady Tao in her ears.

The man didn't even care about his taunt, and his fingers touched the blade lightly, and blood gushed out.

Another line of blood appeared on the knife.

The scene in front of her firmly attracted the attention of Princess Jinyang.

The two lines of blood rushing on the knife body converged as if they were attracted by something!

"How could it be ......" Princess Jinyang's eyes widened, and she was almost speechless in shock.

Song Huaizhu's eyes stared at the two blood lines on the knife body for a moment, although he didn't look as surprised as Princess Jinyang, but the emotions such as surprise and thought that could not be concealed were mixed together, and it looked very complicated.

"That's it." In just a short moment, Song Huaizhu put away the complicated look on his face.

Princess Jinyang's mind was chaotic, and the scene she had just seen lingered in her mind, and at this moment she heard another exclamation from Lady Tao Official.

She looked at it intently, only to see Song Huaizhu walking back to Zhu Luan who was lying on the bed, rolling up Zhu Luan's sleeve, revealing the girl's white and slender wrist that was already bloodless, and the fingers that did not hold the knife touched Zhu Luan's wrist lightly, and his eyes were serious and did not contain anything else.

It's like he's desperately looking for something.

A drop of sweat slid down the edge of the white jade mask.

Time passed little by little.

Until the last tremor in the touch of the girl's almost absent artery came from her cold skin, Song Huaizhu's fingertips moved slightly, and the man finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then pursed his thin lips.

Finally found it.

She's not dead yet.

He didn't know whether to rejoice or rejoice.

Song Huaizhu lifted the long knife again, and gently touched the slender wrist with the sword, and the tip of the knife sank into her body.

Got in.

The sharp tip of the blade plunged into Zhu Luan's wrist, breaking open her artery.

It was an artery, but it was empty, and her blood vessels were like empty skin.

The Tao lady let out a third exclamation.

Because the man's blade slashed an arc in the air, Song Huaizhu cut his wrist with a long knife horizontally.

A neat wound appeared on the man's wrist, like a piercing scar, and then it grew thicker and thicker, and blood beads rushed out of the opening, converging into a bright red stream of blood.

Song Huaizhu took out the dagger with a blood groove, stabbed the tip of the dagger into the wound on Zhu Luan's wrist again, and then hung the blood on his own wrist on the blood groove of the knife body.

Then he poured his blood into it.

Injected into her arteries.

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