There weren’t any pastries in the paper bag, but several small porcelain bottles. Di beiming didn’t need to open them to know that they must be Yun Chujiu’s blood.
In fact, after he was poisoned by the cold, Yun Chujiu had tried to use her blood to alleviate his symptoms a few times, but he had sternly rejected all of them.
He thought that she had given up on this idea, but he didn’t expect that she had already prepared all of this beforehand.
He recalled the last time when he fainted on the flying spirit tool, and when he woke up, he felt a little better. He thought that it was because his body had become smaller, but now that he thought about it, it should have been after he fainted.., little Jiu must have fed him blood..
When di beiming thought of this, a sharp pain surged in his heart, and then his limbs and bones were filled with pain.
