Chapter 474: Why don't you contribute all your blood?!
Long Fuyue suddenly opened her eyes, and what was enlarged in front of her eyes was a handsome face that was alluring.
Her body stiffened suddenly: "Ninth Prince?!"
The person holding her was Feng Qianyu.
Although his face was still very pale, it was much better than a few days ago.
He glared at her angrily: "You little girl, you haven't shown up for several days and you haven't asked me about my life or death. It turns out you came here to catch zombies. I'll settle the score with you when I get back. Just wait here!"
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She didn’t know what was going on, but when she saw him, Long Fuyue’s heart suddenly calmed down, and she grabbed his arm: “Ninth Prince, look, what’s wrong with my senior brother? He, he’s so scary!
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As soon as Jia Ruo saw that the delicious food in his mouth was taken away again, his eyes like ancient wells flashed red, and with a wave of his sleeves, countless fluorescent lights flashed out and rolled towards Feng Qianyu.
Feng Qianyu pulled Long Fuyue behind him, and waved the long sword in his left hand, as if weaving a silver screen of light. Those fluorescent lights hit the light screen, like a dense orchestra of strings. But none of them could attack Feng Qianyu.
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The two white figures suddenly fought together again.
Long Fuyue only felt two white figures leaping and moving, occasionally bursting out a few cold stars, and it was completely impossible to tell who was who.
The little fox limped over and ran over.
Long Fuyue hugged it distressedly and checked its injuries.
There was a bloody cut on one of the little fox's front paws, and it was bleeding profusely.
Long Fuyue was busy tearing off a corner of her clothes and bandaging it.
Suddenly, the little fox felt her whole body tense up. She subconsciously looked up and saw the old man looking at the grave quietly appearing again.
There were still wet blood stains on his arms, but his eyes were staring at Long Fuyue, staring at Long Fuyue till his hair went down: "So you are the saint, please donate all your blood to the great wizard.
The great wizard’s illness is expected to be cured!”
The expression on his face seemed to be one of extreme excitement, and his eyes were shining.
The little fox screamed: "Fart! Why don't you donate all your blood?!"
The man's face darkened: "If my blood could save the great wizard, I would have contributed all of it, and you, a stinky fox, are saying that?"