"Ye Wudao!"
"Wudao brother!" Xu Yuanyuan and a few women watched as Ye Wudao collapsed on the ground and hurriedly embraced her anxiously.
"Cough, cough, I, I am all right!" Ye Wudao was pale, gasping heavily; "Great Grandmaster, please take care of it!"
"I will," said Gui Jianchou, his expression unusually serious as he placed a copper bowl filled with the blood of Jiyang by Su Yueli's lips.
But Su Yueli kept her rosy lips tightly closed, not allowing a drop to touch.
"Girl, your man is willing to give up his own life to save you, just drink it!" Gui Jianchou urged.
Su Yueli still kept her lips tightly shut, a tear falling from the corner of her eye.
"This girl refuses to drink!" Gui Jianchou found himself in a dilemma.
