Without waiting for Yan Litong's agreement, he scooped the person up with one hand.
Just as he picked the person up to leave, the person in his arms suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, "...but it seems I can't go back."
Yan Li's body had already reached its limit.
The tighter Wen Ze held her, the more blood spilled from her mouth, and soon both of their clothes were stained with blood.
The ground, mixed with mud and water, was stained slightly red with blood.
The castle was quite a distance away, but Wen Ze didn't care. He squatted down again so that Yan Li could lean on him, and then pulled out the dagger from his waist and slashed at his wrist.
He prepared to feed his own blood into Yan Li's mouth.
But at this very moment, Yan Li also became stubborn, turning her head away in a gesture of refusal.
Wen Ze couldn't bear to see Yan Li demean herself, so just like before, he sucked a mouthful of his own blood, then grabbed Yan Li's chin and forcefully passed it over.
At this moment, his heart was calm, and he only knew that if Yan Li continued to resist, she would really lose her life.
Without skill and tenderness, a passionate kiss can seem rough and devoid of affection.
It was like forcing two emotionless people to hold their heads down.
Wen Ze ultimately prevailed due to his strength. After about ten sips, seeing that Yan Li's complexion had improved somewhat, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But forbidden techniques are ultimately harmful to the body.
He fed Yan Li with his own blood, which could help her suppress the symptoms to some extent, but it could not completely eliminate them, and he might even suffer a backlash.
Blood still clung to Yan Li's lips. She looked up, her eyes no longer calm, but filled with anger. Staring intently at Wen Ze, she slowly asked:
"You know I approached you but didn't kill you. Will my situation worsen now?"
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