Xue Ningxiang was on Zhuo Fan with a cry and turned him over to see the fist-sized wound in his chest which went all the way through his back. His face paled by the second and his temperature dropped.
Tears welled in Xue Ningxiang’s eyes and fell along with her anxious voice, “Brother Zhuo, wake up, wake up…”
Perhaps it was the soft tears or the incessant shouts grating on his ears that made Zhuo Fan crack his eyelids.
“Brother Zhuo, you’re awake!” Xue Ningxiang was glad.
Zhuo Fan moved his lips but was too weak to even let out words.
Watching her tear-stained face, Zhuo Fan took a deep breath and squeezed his last drop of energy into pointing, but his hand soon fell limp.
Xue Ningxiang caught his gesture and saw Blood Infant in a pool of blood.
“You want me to bring it over?” She asked.
Zhuo Fan blinked weakly, the only thing he could do in his current state. Xue Ningxiang thus marched to Blood Infant and was soon back with it in her arms. She then placed it on the hole in Zhuo Fan’s chest.
Blood Infant flashed red and was back in Zhuo Fan’s body. He let out a breath as his complexion started improving slightly.
His and Blood Infant’s lives were shared, so much so that its wound was far more important than his own injury. As long as Blood Infant was fine, him suffering heavy wounds would matter little. But now Blood Infant’s life hung by a thread. Without his blood essence, he could only keep it alive for a short while longer.
He was in a worse condition too and had no way to save it. But as Blood Infant was kept alive a bit of energy returned to him.
“B-blood…” Zhuo Fan whispered hoarsely.
Xue Ningxiang paused a moment, then cut her wrist with a dagger and brought her hand to Zhuo Fan’s lips.
The girl’s blood dripped in Zhuo Fan’s mouth and he slowly recovered a bit more energy.
Xue Ningxiang let out a relieved sigh and even sported a faint smile.
But Zhuo Fan suddenly bit her wrist, sucking the blood out. Xue Ningxiang braced through the pain and let him have his fill.
Time passed but Zhuo Fan’s appetite didn’t drop. Xue Ningxiang’s face paled and was even getting woozy.
She knew it was from the blood loss but she didn’t stop him.
When Zhuo Fan finally let go and gasped for fresh air, he saw Xue Ningxiang’s pale countenance and felt complicated.
“Thank you.” Zhuo Fan now had the strength to speak, thanks to the blood. Xue Ningxiang smiled. She was feeling weak but her smile looked mesmerizing to Zhuo Fan.
Recalling his previous act, his heart began to feel guilt.
With a thought, a blue bottle flashed in his hand.
“Ning’er, these are 3rd-grade Heart Protecting Pills. Give me one, you take the second and give the third to the kid if he isn’t dead.”
Xue Ningxiang nodded and fed the first pill to him. She checked Xie Tianyang and found him alive. Excited, she fed him a pill but saved hers.
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