"Girl, girl..." Yu Chimo called softly.
In the darkness, suddenly there was a low cry like a cat meowing.
Yuying is not a human being, she doesn't have human thoughts, she can't speak, but in order to facilitate the communication with Yu Chimo, Yu Chimo taught her another simple language.
Yu Chimo lit a lamp, and suddenly straightened up in the darkness, looking in the direction of the person with burning eyes.
Yuying had scars all over her body, because without Yuchimo's blood, her wounds could not heal, and there were mottled bloodstains everywhere on the white clothes.
"Girl!" Yu Chimo saw her situation clearly and was terrified. He hurried over and hugged her into his arms, "Who is it?! Who is it that turned you into this look?!"
Yuying's lips moved twice, but no sound came out.
Yu Chimo hurriedly picked her up horizontally, and hurried towards the ice bed in the middle of the secret room.
The blood on Yuying's forehead gradually congealed when Yuying's body touched the ten thousand-year-old ice.
Seeing that the damaged skin could not scab over, Yu Chimo felt distressed, and without hesitation, he pulled out the dagger, and with a pull of the cross arm, a long and narrow gash was drawn on his wrist, apparently gurgling out.
Like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, Yu Ying turned over and grabbed Yu Chimo's arm, her dry lips stuck to his wrist, gulping down the long-awaited rain!
"Slow down, slow down!" Yu Chimo stroked Yu Ying's hair with his other hand, soothing in a low voice. I haven't seen her for a few days, and she doesn't know what happened to her. Her long black hair has dried up and turned into this appearance. When she fiddled with it easily, more than ten silver strands flashed.
Yu Chimo's gaze moved down and landed on Yuying's right arm. The lifeless skin was crushed into black purple by something, which looked shocking.
A quarter of an hour passed, Yuying drank three bowls of Yuchimo's blood, and the wounds on her body gradually began to heal.
Yu Chimo's body trembled involuntarily due to excessive blood loss.
The originally unconscious necromancer suddenly let go of his wrist as if he had become human. He froze in place, staring at Yuchimo blankly.
She whimpered a few times, and Yu Chimo immediately understood what she meant.
"It's okay, I'll make up for it after drinking a few more bowls of chicken soup! You, on the other hand, have to stay in the secret room obediently these few days, and you can't run around without my orders." Yuchimo paused, then immediately Then he turned around, ready to leave.
But Yuying stepped forward suddenly, reached out and grabbed Yu Chimo's shirt, and looked at him without saying a word.
After getting along for half a year, Yu Chimo could almost see through her every word and deed. He snorted softly, and there was a bit of poison in his eyes, "Don't worry, this debt, I will definitely find a chance to help you get it back—"
As soon as Yu Chimo came out of the master bedroom, Yang Yue went up to meet him, and asked anxiously, "Master, my subordinates took people to check the entire yard and found this. What is this?"
Yu Chimo took the golden cicada bean that was shattered into two halves by internal force, his brows furrowed instantly.
"Damn it!" He cursed in a low voice, his complexion sank, he turned around and went into the master bedroom again, and rummaged through the dark side of the desk, only to find that a whole bag of golden cicada beans had disappeared!
"Master..." Yang Yue stared at the empty dark layer, hesitating to speak.