Su Luo was not stingy with her blood, as if it was a spring without money, wishing to pour it all on Nangong Liuyun.
As time passed, Su Luo's face was as pale as golden paper, and her head was dizzy. If it wasn't for Zi Yan to support her, she would have fainted.
"Luoluo..." Zi Yan cried out in a low voice.
She covered her lips with her right palm and wept silently and silently.
No matter how much Luoluo loses blood, the blood on her body will be drained.
Seeing this, the master of the Nine-tiered Hall couldn't help sighing greatly: "It's too violent. Every drop of these blood is extremely precious. Ordinary people drink it, and every drop can prolong life for ten years, but you are so wasteful. ."
Su Luo gave him a cold look without expressing any opinion.
The master of the Jiuzhong Palace was still muttering: "These blood can make the flesh and bones of the dead, and it is also very helpful for cultivation. It is a pity that you are so generous."
"Have you finished speaking, shut up." Su Luo glared at him angrily, "It's not your blood that's shedding, what are you pity for?"
How could Su Luo not understand the motives of this Nine-layer Hall Master? He praised her blood like a miracle in front of Li Yaoyao. When the news spreads, wouldn't Su Luo become a mobile baby? Who doesn't want to grab a piece of the pie
The master of the Jiuzhong Palace was blocked by Su Luo so that he couldn't say a word, so he could only turn his head dejectedly.
After finally covering Nangong Liuyun's body with blood, Su Luo only felt that his forehead was blackened and he almost fainted.
"Luoluo, take a good rest." Zi Yan helped her to sit down distressedly.
Su Luo waved his hand: "No need, I'll accompany Nangong."
Su Luo just knelt on his knees and looked at Nangong Liuyun quietly, with a soft smile on his face.
Little Stone will not lie to her, Nangong Liuyun will definitely wake up. Su Luo had a strong belief in her heart.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Su Luo stared at Nangong Liuyun without blinking, fearing that he might miss a message.
After an unknown period of time, Nangong Liuyun's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his cold eyes.
Su Luo almost screamed with excitement, but in fact, her movements were gentler than anyone else's. She asked in a low voice, "Is there any discomfort?"
Nangong Liuyun looked at Su Luo, raised his hand again, and looked at the bright red blood stain.
"Is this your blood?" Nangong Liuyun asked coldly, frowning his beautiful eyebrows.
Su Luo looked like a child who was caught doing something bad and was at a loss for a while, but she quickly adjusted: "To be exact, half of the credit for saving your blood is yours."
"Huh?" Nangong Liuyun looked at Su Luo's little face as pale as golden paper, and there was a hint of distress in his eyes.
"I fused Scarlet Scrophularia, this kind of blood can make you rejuvenate and bring you back to life. You got this Scarlet Scrophularia, doesn't most of the credit belong to you?" Su Luo smiled and helped him up, and quickly Change the subject, "How are you feeling now? Is there anything uncomfortable?"
Nangong Liuyun took a deep breath, and his dantian began to wander around in one breath.
After swimming for a week, his face turned ugly.
"Very good." He spat out the word "very good."
"It's you." Nangong Liuyun's wary eyes flashed over Li Yaoyao, "Can people know about these things? I don't know what it means to cut grass without eradicating the roots and regenerate in the spring breeze? I don't know what it means to be constantly broken There must be troubles?"