Achilles's light and shadow glared venomously at Qin Mo, its distorted face flickering uncertainly. In the end, it helplessly transformed into a ball of starlight and seeped into the mangled body inside the crystal coffin.

The galactic power pressing down on Qin Mo finally dissipated, and Qin Mo almost collapsed from exhaustion. Just at the last moment, his star vortex had been compressed to a position less than ten feet in front of him, and the immense pressure made him feel like he was about to be crushed.

"Hi! Ma'am, are you alright?"

The female vampire's sword strike had clearly taken a heavy toll, and coupled with the injury she sustained from Achilles' final blow, she curled up into a ball once more, which strangely stirred a feeling of pity in Qin Mo.

An excessively white hand reached out, grasping Qin Mo's water bottle.

"Oh! You can keep it! I don't want it anymore, hehe!" Qin Mo said very generously. Although the patterned water bottle was a top-notch work of art, Qin Mo would never use it to drink water again after it had contained her own blood.

The female vampire froze. She couldn't believe that he hadn't understood her obvious hints. Did she have to beg him? When had she ever begged anyone? Maybe she should just absorb him! The little guy looked exhausted and couldn't possibly stop her now.

"Do you... want some more blood?" Qin Mo looked at the female vampire's reaction and seemed to understand.

With her snow-white hands, she lifted the kettle even higher, letting Qin Mo know what she meant.

Qin Mo took the kettle, cut her wrist, filled it with blood, and returned it to her. Then she heard that coquettish, childish moaning sound again.

She raised the kettle again, this time without the slightest hesitation, her grip firm and unwavering.

Qin Mo was a generous person; he offered two pots for the price of one, fulfilling the female vampire's request, after all, they were sworn brothers, weren't they? But the female vampire's moans always made him feel uneasy.

When the kettle was lifted up again, even Qin Mo, who was physically strong, couldn't take it anymore; his legs were already a little weak.

"Are you going to drain me dry?" Qin Mo asked cautiously!

A snow-white hand extended a finger and wiggled it from side to side, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer—"Another pot, please!"

After drinking the last pot of blood, the female vampire finally stood up and faced Qin Mo.

"I... oh, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have called you 'madam' just now, but... how old are you, young lady?" Want to chat about "Sailing and Conquest" with more like-minded people? Follow "or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books with other book lovers.