After drinking several mouthfuls of blood from Xiang Mantang's wrist, Mu Jinyu's pale complexion gained a hint of color.
Seeing it was effective and noticing that the wound on his own wrist was scabbing, Xiang Mantang hurriedly slashed it again, immediately causing blood to spurt out violently; he pressed it to Mu Jinyu's mouth.
Mu Jinyu was again forced to swallow a few mouthfuls of blood. When Xiang Mantang's wound began to scab over once more, and he was about to slash his wrist again, Mu Jinyu finally raised a hand to grab his arm.
"No need… it's a waste… my condition… I know… even if you… give me all your blood… it's useless…"
Mu Jinyu was extremely weak, his voice coming in stutters.
Xiang Mantang understood him, and immediately felt the hope that had just risen plunge back into the abyss.
"No, let's try again!"
Xiang Mantang refused to sit still and wait for death; he couldn't just watch Mu Jinyu wait to die, and prepared to continue slashing his wrist.
