Song Huaizhu was engrossed in watching the blood flow in his hand, and the hand holding the knife did not shake in the slightest, mobilizing the true yuan to control the flow speed of the blood in the blood trough of the knife.

The blood that flowed out of his wrist flowed down the blood trough, and under the action of Zhenyuan, it turned into an extremely thin blood stream flowing out from the tip of the knife, and the blood flow was delicate, flowing straight and even, and it flowed into Zhu Luan's veins at an extremely slow speed.

Beads of sweat seeped from the edge of the white jade mask on his face, down the smooth jade, and hit the ground, leaving rounded marks.

The young grandmaster mobilized the True Yuan to the limit, showing extremely superb True Yuan application skills, and doing his best in such a delicate operation, the True Yuan was highly tempered and attached to the blood flow, and he was fully focused on ensuring that his blood entered Zhu Luan's veins at a completely uniform speed.

The chamber was silent, so quiet that even a pin could be heard.

Only the tiny, tiny, tiny sound of liquid flowing reverberates through the room.

……

……

Princess Jinyang watched quietly from the sidelines.

This time has really passed for a long, long time, and as a grandmaster, his healing ability is much stronger than that of ordinary people. But whenever the wound on the man's wrist in front of him was about to heal and the blood flow was about to stop, he would immediately pick up the long knife and quickly slash it again, adding to the wound, and the knife on the man's hand gradually deepened into the bone.

She watched from the side, and it hurt.

The wound healed, then incised, healed, and incised again, and so on, and was repeated nine times.

Blood kept flowing from his wrist into the blood groove of the knife body, and then it was condensed into a thread of blood and injected into the veins in Zhu Luan's neck.

Although the blood flow was very fine, it was continuously injected, and even Princess Jinyang was just watching from the sidelines, and she felt secretly palpitating.

If she had borne this amount of bleeding herself, her eyes would have turned black and her whole body would have shaken, but the man in front of her was still as loose as he was in a loose position, firmly holding the dagger that sent blood to Zhu Luan, and the whole person was motionless.

It's like a statue.

Princess Jinyang looked at Song Huaizhu and was speechless.

Doubt, shock, consternation, all kinds of emotions passed through her eyes.

From the beginning, many things that I had never understood appeared in front of me, and Princess Jinyang's shock and consternation continued to deepen......

Countless questions flew in her heart.

Why did he appear at this time?

Why would he help the royal sister?

Why did he know how to send blood in this way?

Why his ...... Can blood be fused with the royal sister?

What is he ...... Who?

However, Song Huaizhu turned a blind eye to Princess Jinyang's stunned eyes, and just stared at the blood flowing on the blood trough and Zhu Luan's face, until Zhu Luan's skin regained warmth and his face was flushed with visible blood, he withdrew the knife and stopped.

At this time, the wound on his wrist was already deep into the bone.

Song Huaizhu quietly felt the blackness in front of him.

This is the second time he has had such an experience.

It's been a long time.

Like last time, it must have been because of the blood flow.

He tore off a placket with one hand and tied the wound on his wrist tightly so that the blood would not flow out, and while he bandaged the wound, the other hand still held the dagger firmly until the last drop of blood on the short knife was injected into Zhu Luan's body.

Song Huaizhu withdrew the dagger, his fingertips condensed a touch of Zhenyuan looked at Zhu Luan's wrist and wanted to help her coagulate the wound, but the man was slightly stunned.

The wound on the girl's wrist had healed.

Even in such a situation, her vitality is still unimaginably strong.

The man's originally stable body shook slightly, and with a snap, he used a long knife to support the ground before stabilizing his figure.

It wasn't until this moment that Princess Jinyang on the side finally dared to speak.

"How is she?" She asked eagerly.

"It's getting better." Song Huaizhu looked at him and looked at the sleeping Zhu Luan, his eyes were indistinguishable from joy and anger, but he couldn't help but feel his concentration.

He stared at her intently.

It wasn't just her ability to heal her wounds that she had regained, but in just a short period of time, her pulse began to beat again, her limbs began to warm up, and her cheeks, which were as pale as snow, were a pink hue.

Like a peach blossom that can't wait to stick out of a snowdrift.

There is a kind of miraculous beauty.

The beauty that belongs to life.

Princess Jinyang's gaze roamed back and forth between Zhu Luan and Song Huaizhu on the bed, her face full of disbelief.

"How can you really do such a thing...... Do you think this will work? Although the facts are in front of her, the unbelievable thing in front of her still greatly impacts Princess Jinyang's three views.

Although she had also said before that she wanted to replenish Zhu Rong's blood to Zhu Luan, what she wanted to do was to directly release Zhu Rong's blood and then pour it into Zhu Luan.

Of course, she didn't know if it would work.

Probably not, but it's just a psychological comfort.

"Seems like it's possible." Without waiting for Song Huaizhu to answer, suddenly a slightly weak female voice came from the bed.

Princess Jinyang looked fixedly, and Zhu Luan, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes at some point.

She woke up.

"Imperial ......" Princess Jinyang was overjoyed and almost leaked her mouth again. Glancing at the man staring at the girl on the bed next to her, she coughed, trying to make her voice sound as calm as possible.

"Miss Nine, you're awake."

"Hmm." Zhu Luan glanced at her, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Good work. Jinyang. She said.

"It's not hard, it's ......" Princess Jinyang looked at the man standing by the bed, and was speechless for a while, not knowing how to explain.

After all, she had just completely handed over her dying imperial sister to this strange man.

As if seeing her embarrassment, Zhu Luan's eyebrows stretched, and he said softly to his sister, "I understand, you are still working hard, you should have been very scared before." ”

Princess Jinyang instinctively wanted to nod, but after a click, she realized that she had done something stupid, she was nineteen years old, not nine, the woman snorted in disguise, turned her head away, and stopped looking at her.

Zhu Luan smiled, and then she turned her head to look at the man standing beside her bed.

fell into Song Huaizhu's eyes that had been misty in her memory.

His face was a little pale and tired, but the fog in his eyes seemed to have lightened a little, and he looked much brighter.

But those eyes were still as unfathomable.

Looking down on her deeply.

Zhu Luan glanced at the man's wrist wrapped in thick cloth and the dagger with blood stains on his hand, raised his hand and touched the wound on his other hand, looked up at him, looked at him and asked, "You injected your blood into my body?" ”

After saying that, Zhu Luan gently stroked his wrist, "No, should it be said that it was directly injected into my artery?" ”

The girl stopped smiling and looked at Song Huaizhu with complicated eyes.

A glint of unknown meaning flashed in Song Huaizhu's eyes, and he looked at Zhu Luan and asked, "You know?" Do you know how I use it? ”

There was some faint anticipation in the man's tone for some reason.

Zhu Luan frowned slightly, then nodded.

She knew that it was not strange, it was better to say that although this method was a bit ridiculous, it had to be built on the basis of the cultivation of the true yuan of this world to be realized, but this method was indeed the closest to modern emergency blood transfusion.

It's strange that she doesn't know.

Because she's a wearer.

But it is not normal for Song Huaizhu, an ancient, to come up with such a method.

Could it be that he is also a wearer?

This idea flashed through Zhu Luan's mind, but this idea was too strange to think about.

But......

Looking at his expression, Zhu Luan had a thought that he didn't believe in himself, and asked, "Who taught you to do this?" ”

The principle is that principle, but the whole operation is just incredible.

There was no blood type, no blood transfusion tools, everything was incredibly rudimentary.

And an ancient, although he was a grandmaster, did not hesitate to transfuse himself.

The slightest hesitation in this process will never succeed.

But he did, and he succeeded.

Zhu Luan felt his body, and his blood flowed in his originally weak veins.

And one of the few, her blood.

Blended in blood.

Blood-linked.

His blood with her blood.

The two are completely blended.

Zhu Luan stroked his beating heart, stunned.

What's going on?

Is it so outrageous?

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