Hmm! Probably not! She must be overthinking.
Although she thought so in her heart, she felt inexplicably weak in her heart. She lowered her head even more, her eyes flickering, and she didn't dare to look at the man.
When Lord Yan saw her guilty look, and then saw her eyes rolling around him and then moving to a certain place under his abdomen, his body tensed up involuntarily, and there was a slight change in something within her fiery and straight gaze.
Feeling a change somewhere, a trace of embarrassment emerged on his face. He glared angrily at the shameless little woman, and a low voice with a hint of shame came out of his mouth.
"It's broad daylight, where are you looking at?"
Fengjiu quickly looked up at the sky: "I didn't look anywhere, but the weather seems pretty good today."
"snort!"
He snorted coldly and took a deep breath to relax his tense body. The icy energy in his body was circulating secretly. As the cold air swept through his body, the cluster of fire that sprang up in his lower abdomen also dissipated.
A light breeze blew by, bringing with it a hint of icy air. Fengjiu, who felt it, glanced at him, remembering that the thousand-year-old cold poison in his body had not yet been cured. She rolled her eyes and said, "Um, Lord Yan! How is the cold poison in your body now? It hasn't recurred, has it? Is the pill I asked Gray Wolf to give you effective?"
The Lord of Hell, who had calmed down, pursed his lips and glanced at her before responding, "Well, after taking your pills, I don't have an attack on the 15th of every month anymore."
"That's good. I'll give you a small bottle of blood someday! I'll study your blood when I have time, and then see if there's any way to cure your cold poison." She said in a flattering manner. In fact, he helped Feng Mansion a lot and came here from such a far place. She knew his intentions. If there was a way to cure the thousand-year-old cold poison in his body, she hoped to help him get rid of it.
It was really heartbreaking to see him suffer from the attack of cold poison in Jiufu Forest that time. It was a pity that it was a thousand-year-old cold poison after all. If it was an ordinary cold poison, it would not be so difficult to cure.
Upon hearing this, Lord Yan said nothing. He took out a dagger and cut his wrist, then took out a small bottle of blood and handed it to her.
Feng Jiu stared in astonishment, looking at her wrist that was still dripping with blood, she couldn't help but curse: "Are you sane? I said I wanted a vial of blood, but I didn't want it right away! Why did you cut your wrist without saying anything? You think there's too much blood, right?"
Although she was scolded, she still took the small bottle he handed over, and quickly took out the medicine and cloth from the space to bandage her wound.
Lord Yan looked down at the woman who was bandaging him and scolded him non-stop, but he couldn't help but feel warmed. His deep black pupils couldn't help but show a hint of tenderness at this moment, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"It's okay, just a little blood."
He spoke in an unusually gentle voice. To him, it was just a little blood. He usually didn't care about such wounds and didn't care whether they were bandaged or not.
"Okay." Fengjiu said, looked at his wrist with satisfaction, and took a step back.
Lord Yama's gaze shifted away from her and fell on her bandaged wrist, and the corner of his mouth twitched.