When Brother Butterfly heard this, he was a little disappointed, and said to Meng Xingyun: "Okay, then you can go." This time, it's probably the same relationship between us. ”

"Okay, we'll see you later. Meng Xingyun wanted to ask more, but after glancing at Long Yueying, he still forgot it, and went back first. After all, right now, Long Yueying's physical condition is the most important thing.

In the room of Long Yueying, the dim light quietly exudes an incomprehensible coldness.

The time is 3:20 a.m. It had only been more than an hour since they entered the dream, but in the eyes of Meng Xingyun, it was like a year. That terrible big fat worm was really powerful, but in the end, for some reason, I let them go.

Meng Xingyun was thinking carefully, he wanted to find out what the reason was. Suddenly, it occurred to him that it was those straws that twitched after entering Long Yueying's body. Could it be because of the Dragon Moon Shadow...... By the way, it's her blood. It must be, her blood plays a role.

In this way, although Long Yueying is not the real Oneiroi-sama, she is the reincarnation of Oneiroi-sama after all, and in her body, the blood of Oneiroi-sama flows. Therefore, when there is a big fat worm and a butterfly monster in her dream, such a monster, as long as it comes into contact with her blood, it must be surrendered to her......

Thinking about it this way, then, isn't it, you should put some blood of Long Moon Shadow and bring it to your body to save your life.

Meng Xingyun smiled and looked at the dragon moon shadow who was still asleep.

: Well, now. You can't wait for her to wake up, otherwise, if she doesn't let her, the plan will fail.

Meng Xingyun took out a small knife from his pocket and aimed it at Long Yueying's wrist, ready to be a knife. Just wanted to go under the knife, but he thought, no. This knife goes down, the artery is cut, and the game is over. Moreover, even if the arteries didn't move, it would hurt Long Yueying screamed. This is a problem, I knew it earlier, and I took advantage of the last time she was injured to collect some of her blood. If there is such an opportunity next time, I will never let it go.

So, what to do?

Meng Xingyun suddenly thought of the scene of an injection and blood drawing. That's right, that's it, the tip of the needle is thin and does not leave a scar on the skin. Also, it doesn't seem to hurt.

As an immortal who stayed in the world (to put it bluntly, it is a mutated human being, giving himself such a nice name, what to do, stinky beauty!), Meng Xingyun has never been injected. He didn't know what it really felt like to get an injection. It's just that based on his impression, he seems to be expressionless when he sees people taking injections and drawing blood, and he thinks that he doesn't feel it.

Meng Xingyun made up the picture of the nurse drawing blood, and with a wave of his hand in the air, a big needle appeared in his hand.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, Oneiroi-sama. Although this needle is a little bigger, I promise that only half a tube of blood will be drawn, please forgive me. He said as he wiped the alcohol on Long Yueying's arm, like a nurse. Holding that oversized needle, he poked it into Long Yueying's delicate little arm.

Meng Xingyun could see the location of the blood vessels, and he thought that if this needle poked down, it would definitely be bloody. Who knows, before he could come to breathe in a hurry, Long Yueying woke up with an "ah" sound. Facing Meng Xingyun is a stinking scolding that splits his head and covers his face.

Meng Xingyun stood there stunned, and was about to figure out what was going on, when she saw Long Yueying pull the big needle off her arm. Then, continue to scold.

Meng Xingyun finally understood, it turned out that people would be in pain if they poked the needle like this.