The reason why he thought this way was because Chen Changsheng thought of a possible way to save her.
There is no mention of this method in the Three Thousand Paths, and there is no relevant record in the medical arts. No one has ever used that method. It sounds ridiculous and has no reason. But he felt more and more strongly that that approach might work. If his conjecture is true, then just like what Xu Yourong said just now... He doesn't want anyone to die, and it will be difficult for anyone to die.
It's just that it doesn't necessarily work, and the senior brother will definitely not agree.
He didn't think for too long, looked at Xu Yourong and said seriously: "I will use a method to tell you in advance, I hope you won't be too surprised when the time comes."
Seeing his clear eyes, Xu Yourong also became serious, and asked, "What method?"
She is not afraid of death, that's why she was as indifferent as before. However, seeing hope suddenly in despair, everyone will have some mood swings, and it is impossible to treat it as a joke, so we should be cautious.
"Do you know how to heal a dead horse?" Chen Changsheng looked at her and asked with a smile.
This is a very famous saying. She thought he was using it here to tell a joke, and looked at him helplessly, thinking that she had said it many times along the way, you don't have the talent to tell jokes, so why bother to embarrass yourself
"A dead horse can only be used as a living horse doctor. If you don't have blood, then I will give you blood."
Chen Changsheng began to roll up his sleeves, halfway through, and found that the cuffs were getting in the way, so he simply took off his clothes.
Many days ago, because Xu Yourong was afraid of the cold, his coat had been draped over her body, leaving only a close-fitting dress, which was easy to take off. Soon he took off his clothes, grabbed the dagger, and was about to cut into his wrist.
A hand held his left wrist, blocking the edge of the dagger.
"You... want to give me blood?"
She stared into his eyes and said very seriously: "Although I never told you that my blood is different from ordinary people, you should know that the blood of those monsters along the way is useless to me, so why try again?"
Chen Changsheng looked at her and said, "It is precisely because of these mental inertia that I have forgotten some things."
"What is it?" she asked.
Chen Changsheng said: "I am not a monster, and my blood is not the blood of a monster."
The corners of Xu Yourong's lips were slightly raised, it was a mocking smile - she was not laughing at Chen Changsheng's wishful thinking, but at herself, the true blood of Tianfeng flowing in her body was the source of all power and glory, but when she lost those It was only when she was a true blood that she discovered that Tianfeng's true blood had changed from her pride to the cause of her death.
Chen Changsheng's blood is naturally different from that of monsters, but how can ordinary human blood replace Tianfeng's true blood
An exclamation sounded in the mausoleum!
Chen Changsheng didn't care about her wishes, he directly took her hand away, and slashed towards her wrist with the dagger horizontally.
He bathed in dragon blood in the cold world under Beixinqiao Well, which was more perfect than the most perfect marrow washing. Since then, he has unimaginable strength and speed, and even more unimaginable physical strength. In the test, he defeated so many geniuses in a row, until finally he won the first place in the big court test.
If it was an ordinary weapon, even if it was some magic weapon on the Hundred Weapons List, it would be difficult for him to cut his own skin in his own hands. In the ambush by the lake, those two powerful demon beauties almost broke his internal organs in the end, but failed to leave a wound on the surface of his body. It was because of this reason.
But the short sword in his hand can.
This dagger was a gift given to him by his senior brother when he left the old temple in Xining Town. It looked very ordinary and unknown in the world, and it was not even listed on the Hundred Weapons List. However, Chen Changsheng had never seen it before. A sharper sword than it is. Whether it is Tang Sanshiliu's Wenshui sword or the Lishanfa sword on Qijian's waist, it is not as good as it.
With a soft chirp, a straight red line appeared on his wrist, and then the line spread to both sides at a speed visible to the naked eye. Blood gushed out from the wound and was about to drip.
He has attached the scabbard underneath.
Quietly, his blood slowly flowed into the scabbard.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Xu Yourong was very angry, because he didn't listen to him, because he was so stubborn.
Then, she smelled a faint fragrance.
It was a strange scent, lighter than the faintest floral scent, and stronger than the richest perfume.
After that fragrance is smelled, it will undergo countless changes, sometimes thick and sometimes weak, sometimes clear and sometimes dark.
Sometimes it smells like flowers, sometimes it smells like honey, and sometimes it smells like new fruits that have just grown in the garden, still green but already smelling.
what does it smell like
She looked at Chen Changsheng's wrist, and she was sure that the scent came from his blood.
Chen Changsheng's blood flowed more and more, and the scent became stronger and stronger.
As time went on, she felt more.
It is the most wicked temptation and the purest sweetness.
The oldest and the freshest.
It's wonderful.
It was an extremely complex and vivid breath of life.
That is an unimaginably powerful vitality.
Xu Yourong looked at Chen Changsheng, shocked and speechless, after all, even Zhou Dufu's tomb failed to shock her so much... What kind of blood is this? Who are you? are you human
Thinking of these things, she passed out.
It wasn't that seeing this scene in front of her eyes and smelling the smell of blood made her unable to bear the mental shock, but because beforehand, Chen Changsheng had already quietly inserted the golden needle into her Hegu acupoint.
He explained to her what method he would use to save her. He just wanted to tell her about it, but it didn't mean he needed her to watch him do it. In order for her to maintain a calm state of mind, letting her fall asleep is the best choice. At the same time, this can also ensure that she will not disturb the process. You must know that every drop of his blood is precious.
Most importantly, he didn't know how she would react when she smelled his blood.
Time passed slowly, the blood on his wrist gradually congealed, and the wound gradually closed. He had never done this kind of thing before, and he didn't know if there was enough blood in the scabbard. Just to be on the safe side, he picked up the dagger without hesitation, and cut the wound again, even deeper... It hurts, but still within the tolerable range.
If yes, repeat four times.
Blood flowed continuously from his wrist into the scabbard.
After a long time, he thought it should be enough, right
Suddenly, the scene before his eyes became somewhat blurred.
Are you dizzy? Why haven't I found it before. After a while, he regained consciousness and realized that it wasn't dizzy blood, nor was he panicking from hunger, the reason for this was because of too much blood flow.
The next thing to do is to inject the blood into the girl's body.
He tied the wound on the wrist tightly with a cloth strip, making sure that it would not affect the movement and would not let the blood flow out again, then walked to Xu Yourong's side, and unbuttoned the front of her clothes, revealing the pure white neck and smooth skin. The fingers of her left hand gently stroked her skin, and her right hand held the dagger and followed slowly.
A shock that was no longer clear, let alone strong, seemed extremely weak, and spread from her skin to his fingertips.
right here.
He held the dagger, pressed it there with a little force, and stabbed in.
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