She paused for a few seconds and began to mutter again.
"Tell me, do we count as being integrated into each other's blood?"
"Ajin, please wake up soon."
"I don't know how much effort you put into finding this place, but the moment I saw you rushing over, I knew you deserved all the good things in the world."
Time passed quickly, and the bottle of blood was about to be used up.
Shen Mojin's face only regained a hint of red, and he was still unconscious.
Chi Jiujiu's heart suddenly sank. She glanced at the dagger on the table and then at the infusion bottle on the bed.
Her expression froze, and she quickly pulled out the needle from Shen Mojin's wrist. She bent down, lowered her handcuffed hands at the same time, hooked Shen Mojin's hand with her little vine, and placed it on her arm.
Then he used his spiritual power to break open the wound that had just scabbed over.
As the spiritual power penetrated her, blood continued to flow from her slender white wrist.
She needs a massive blood transfusion via hand-to-hand therapy.
Chi Jiujiu tried her best to suppress the feeling of dizziness, wrapped every drop of her precious blood with spiritual power, and madly transported it into Shen Mojin's body.
When I saw Shen Mojin's face gradually return to its rosy color.
She unconsciously smiled palely.
Suddenly, a loud "clang" broke the silence in the room.
After two-thirds of Chi Jiujiu's blood entered the man's body, she could no longer hold on and collapsed into the man's arms.
The blood transfusion tube was accidentally touched, and the infusion bottle on the curtain was pulled and fell onto the table, making a "clang" sound.
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