Yelu Zihan slowly took out a dagger inlaid with red gems from his sleeve. The dagger had a dragon totem tattooed on it. The ruby resembled the eyes of a blood-drinking dragon, and the feeling of fear was further heightened.
I took several trembling steps back. My heel caught on the foot of the bed, and I lost my center of gravity and fell onto the bed. I didn't even bother to take off my shoes, so I curled up and shrank to the back of the bed.
Yelu Zihan sat down along the edge of the bed and spoke earnestly.
"Anle, I just need a bowl of your blood. As long as I save her, I will give you whatever you want."
"I don't want it. Why should I donate blood to my love rival? In the 21st century, free blood donation is voluntary. This is panda blood. I'm afraid of falling down when I walk. I will bleed to death accidentally. Why should I donate blood to my love rival?"
She had a big bowl of blood."
I spoke aggrievedly, my nervousness and helplessness made my words incoherent.
In panic, he pulled the quilt on the bed and wrapped his body tightly, leaving only his head exposed.
Although I admit that I am not too stingy, I am not yet as generous as the novice heroine in the novel.
It is obvious that your love rival wants to steal your man, spend your money, beat your children, and yet he acts like a savior and pities others, saying that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.
Yelu Zihan stretched out his hand towards me halfway and took it back when he saw how resistant I was, and looked at me with a sad look.
"Yanli's incident started because of you. She was already weak, but you made her so angry that she was so angry that only your blood could not conflict with her..."
Before Yeluzihan could finish speaking, I interrupted him.
"Your body and mine are connected. If I feel pain, won't you feel pain as well?"
I no longer wanted to explain to Yelu Zihan how his beloved beauty Yanli tricked me into her palace. No matter how aggressive the sarcasm was to anger me, all I wanted to do at that time was slap this hypocritical bitch to death.
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But before the slap had time to go down, Yelu Zihan appeared, and the sickly beauty was very good at pinching this spot, and fainted in his arms accurately and gorgeously. She was so stunned that she didn't wake up.
He believed that the illness and beauty's constant sleepiness had something to do with me, which led to the current situation. It was useless to explain it for a long time, and it would be meaningless to talk about it again.
It's just that my heart is clenched together and it hurts so much.
Those words that made me willingly confide my anxious heart kept replaying in my ears.
"I can't live if you die."
"Silly girl, although I don't know what's going on in your head, the only thing I can promise you is that I'm with you in everything, and you don't have to be afraid of anything, not even nightmares."
"I just want to give you the best things, not to make up for anything. I will take care of you for the rest of my life. In this life, I will let you have many beautiful memories like tonight, do you agree?"
Maybe, he remembered, but the most important thing was not love. The only person he loved most was the sickly beauty Yan Li.
For her, he could give up all his promises to me and even come to cut my flesh and drink my blood.
Yelu Zihan was silent for a while and then said: "You must give me this blood today."
Just like his indifference when I first met him, I tried hard to see a twinkle in his eyes, but all I wanted to see was determination. Suddenly I smiled and stretched out my hand, and he was surprised for a moment.