The blood bag Wang Sen handed to Lin Rui had a syringe attached.
The blood bag itself was also a high-tech product, capable of sealing and freezing blood to ensure that the blood inside would not spoil for a year.
However, Lin Rui only drew a little bit before stopping.
Seeing this, Wang Sen was once again bewildered, "Keep drawing, how is that little bit enough?"
Lin Rui first appeared puzzled, then realized what was happening, and cursed with a laugh, "This is my protector demon, why would I draw her blood? If her vital energy is hurt, will you compensate me?"
Especially at this time, Lin Rui only wished for Ji Xueying's combat strength to be as high as possible.
"It's not like that," Wang Sen said, his forehead lined with black, "Brother Twelve, do you really plan to keep her? Didn't you hear her parents and siblings are in someone else's hands? How will you fight with others?"
"I have my own ways."
Lin Rui then pulled out a blood-colored longsword from behind Ji Xueying.
