Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

Xia Ran, who was the most prominent, softened his tone for some reason: "Move the Lord to the side of this person, and let the blood of this person flow directly into the mouth of the Lord. In this way, the consumption of this person's blood can be reduced a little."

He didn't know why he was soft-hearted, he clearly saw Xiao Shao's special affection for this person, but he actually softened his heart and wanted to keep this person alive.

Because in this person, Xiao Fangzi saw the shadow of the Lord.

That's strange, is it because they are soul-matching bodies?

Xiao Fangzi thought to himself, when the master wakes up, he must tell the master what happened during this period, so that the master can leave Xiao Shao.

The master is the best person in the world, Xiao Shao, unworthy.

Xia Lang's body was too fragile, so Xiao Shao finally considered moving Qing Yu here.

The two of them lay side by side on the bed, both silently.

Xiao Shao thought to himself, his whole world is probably here.

But he didn't have the courage to stay here again.

The palace people asked him if he wanted to move him a soft bed, but Xiao Shao refused. He curled up under the bed, not like an emperor, but like an ordinary man praying for a miracle from heaven.

But what miracle was he praying for?

Xiao Shao himself didn't know.

In the last three days, Xiao Shao took blood from the unconscious Xia Lang.

The needle couldn't get enough blood, so Xiao Shao could only cut Xia Lang's wrist with a knife, and the last bit of dark blood scrambled away from the master.

Xiao Shao put his wrist on Qing Yu's lips.

Qing Yu couldn't wake up from a long sleep, and it was difficult to make swallowing movements. A lot of the blood didn't flow into her mouth, but flowed out along her jade-like face.

Xiao Shao made a strange mistake, went close to him, licked Qing Yu's cheek, and tasted the taste of Xia Lang's blood.

He thought he was going crazy.

But there are people who are crazy before him.

"Don't come here!" The next day, when Xiao Shao wanted to cut Xia Lang's wrist again, Xia Lang suddenly opened his eyes!

He looked at him in horror: "Who are you! Why did you cut my wrist!"

He looked at Xiao Shao, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he saw a terrifying villain.

The knife in Xiao Shao's hand slipped to the ground, and the sharp knife pierced his instep.