The demon ink evil held the dagger and turned it slightly, and a piece of white flesh fell into the porcelain plate, the flesh and blood on the chest were blurred, and the skin tissue was surging outside, which made people feel disgusting and frightened.

"No, it's fine." An Luoyu's face was pale, leaning on the arms of the demon ink evil, and smiling weakly.

With a wave of her hand, a bottle of space water appeared in her hand, and the milky white space water almost condensed into substance, which was also the result of several upgrades in her space, and the demon ink demon fed her to drink, and sure enough, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, intact, and An Luoyu's pale face quickly became ruddy, not like a person who was dug up and bled out.

"Mo Xie, you see, I'm fine, so, don't be sad, I won't die." An Luoyu lightly dropped a kiss on the demonic lips and jumped on the ground.

The demon ink demon dragged An Luoyu and pressed it hard, kissing her fiercely on the lips.

It wasn't until An Luoyu was about to suffocate from the kiss that he let go of her.

An Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief, felt the coolness on his face, touched his hand, looked at the crystal water stains on it, and looked at the demon ink evil in disbelief, his eyes were slightly red, if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't find it at all.

This man, crying!

This iron-blooded man, who had fought countless battles with the enemy, had many scars on his body, was shot in time, and hovered on the verge of death several times, actually cried.

Just because, he hurt the woman he loved like a treasure.

"Don't cry." I'm fine.

An Luoyu's eyes were red, and his heart was sour.

The zombie lady served the piece of meat and blood, and Jing Ruhua just drank the blood in the cup.

"It's good to drink fresh blood when you drink blood, this piece of meat, the cut is incomplete, let's give it to the gentleman next to Miss An to eat." Jing Ruhua looked at the blurred piece of flesh on the plate with some disgust.

The zombie lady took the piece of meat down again and placed it beside the demon ink demon.

"Lin Hanyin, you'd better pray and don't fall into my hands." An Luoyu said coldly.

"Well, don't worry about this." Jing Ruhua nodded, and the smile was meaningful.

An Luoyu looked at her maliciously smiled, and her heart trembled, what did she want to do?

"That's all for today's lunch, and I hope Miss An will prepare my dinner, I like to eat fresh." Jing Ruhua drank An Luoyu's blood, wiped the remaining blood stains on her mouth with a silk handkerchief, the blood of the heart of the eighth-level ability is not only delicious, but also powerful, Jing Ruhua has already felt that the strength in her body has risen, and her return is good and stable.

As for that piece of meat, whether the demon ink evil has eaten it or not, except for the two of them, no one knows, and maybe there are zombies who know.

The night of the last days is dark very early, just like the winter night comes very quickly, at five o'clock in the afternoon, the night has fallen, Jing Ruhua sits on the throne of the golden lacquer cloud dragon pattern on the Jinluan Palace, it is located on the high platform of the seven steps in the center of the main hall, and there are seven large gold lacquer screens carved with cloud dragon patterns behind it, and the table in front of her is placed with empty tableware, she is waiting for her dinner.

The decoration of the Golden Luang Hall is gorgeous. Under the eaves, dense buckets are applied, and the indoor and outdoor beams are decorated with the highest level of Hexi paintings. The upper part of the door and window is inlaid with a rhombic pattern, the lower part is embossed with a cloud dragon pattern, and the joints are equipped with gilded copper leaves engraved with dragon patterns.

Just like the ancient emperor feasted his ministers, the only guests invited by Jing Ruhua were An Luoyu and Demon Moxie, the two of them sat in the middle of the lower hall, they were very well placed, sitting on the real antiques moved from the museum, and the tables were all delicacies from the mountains and seas that human beings could not dream of in the last days, as well as vintage sake, if there was no dagger next to it, a transparent blood container and a porcelain plate, they were really VIP treatment.