And even if we use "blood sucking" to explain it, it will soon become untenable, because the wounds on Yuan Yuxue's hands healed at an unreasonable speed without him using energy to repair them.
When the last drop of flowing blood was licked away, the mist also left Yuan Yuxue's skin.
Without that little bit of warm touch, there seemed to be a slight chill on the fingertips - Yuan Yuxue looked at her in slight confusion.
The temperature didn't change, so it was just an illusion caused by perception error.
This illusion was very rare and dangerous for a robot like Yuan Yuxue, so he subconsciously withdrew his hand.
This time, the mist did not absorb Yuan Yuxue's sword as violently and forcefully as before, and it did not waver at all.
The fingertips, which were so pale that they were almost transparent, seemed to have been constantly rubbed, and were slightly tinged with crimson.
Yuan Yuxue bent her fingers, and the movement was very smooth, without any sense of sluggishness... so nothing was done to her.
He took two more steps back.
Even though Yuan Yuxue was still very vigilant, she temporarily stopped the attack when facing an individual who - at least at this moment - did not threaten her mission and did not show any aggressiveness.
He tilted his head slightly, looked at the traces that could not be detected by the naked eye, and asked something subconsciously.
He still couldn't make a sound, so Yuan Yuxue asked the question again in her heart.
[what you up to?]
The other party should be able to communicate in this way.
In fact, he didn't have to worry about communication problems, because the fog that seemed gloomy just now seemed to have finally given Yuan Yuxue some response.
The sound is also transmitted directly into the brain and communicated through consciousness.
[Don't get hurt.]
His gaze repeatedly swept across Yuan Yuxue's fingertips.
Although He could have taken a complete look at everyone in front of Him in an instant if He wanted to, He still avoided such an offensive action.
Moreover, right now, His attention is focused only on that one point.
The fingertips of the young man were round and delicate, without any trace of injury. The bright colored wounds had long since healed, but there was a slight pink tinge on the fingertips.
The light pink, which is totally incompatible with the cold temperament of the person in front of her, is like a soft flower that has been carefully nurtured, embellishing the fingertips as pale as melting snow.
His patrolling sight began to become clearer and more unconcealed, his gaze approaching the substance, kneading that point wantonly.
When he communicated with Yuan Yuxue again, his tone became slightly lower, as if it contained a hint of anger and annoyance.
[… an eyesore.]
"He" was in some indescribable emotion, and of course he was unaware of Yuan Yuxue's slightly stunned expression at this moment.
More confused emotions seemed to emerge in his dark eyes.
The way "He" communicated with Yuan Yuxue was through consciousness, which inevitably made the language appear "distorted". But at this time, this distorted language still made Yuan Yuxue feel inexplicably... familiar.
Some of his forgotten memories resurfaced, but it was always like seeing flowers in the fog, with a layer of separation making it difficult for Yuan Yuxue to remember more details.