Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

At this time, Xiaokui's pain had reached an unbearable level, and her expression was distorted, as if she was enduring endless torture.

When Jiang Xiaochuan saw this, he immediately put other things behind him.

He stretched out two fingers and tapped Xiaokui's neck twice gently but decisively.

This is his unique technique, which can quickly put people into a state of drowsiness and temporarily relieve them from painful torture.

Sure enough, Xiaokui's eyelids slowly closed, her originally tight face gradually relaxed, and she fell into sleep.

Jiang Xiaochuan gently picked up Xiaokui, like picking up a fragile porcelain doll.

He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on a simple bed.

He gently placed Xiaokui on the bed, pulled the quilt aside and covered her carefully.

Then, Jiang Xiaochuan turned around, frowned and asked, "How long has it been since she was captured?"

"Three years."

Ye Caishuang said with some pity.

"Three years?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's brows furrowed even more tightly, "So, at that time, Xiaokui had already provided blood food to the previous saint?"

"No."

Ye Caishuang shook his head and rejected Jiang Xiaochuan's guess, with a trace of desolation flashing in his eyes.

"Master once secretly told me that Xiaokui was prepared for me, and I should raise it first so that it can provide me with the blood food I need in the future. Without Xiaokui's blood, I'm afraid I would end up like the previous senior sisters. Death."

At this point, Ye Caishuang's voice suddenly stopped and she fell into deep memories.

Jiang Xiaochuan also fell into silence. He knew that many things in this world were beyond his control.

He, Ye Caishuang, or Xiao Kui are all like people who have been teased by fate and cannot escape their fate.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the sleeping Xiaokui again.

Even in her dream, there was still a trace of fear and confusion on her delicate brow.

Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't bear to look at it and turned his eyes away as if to escape.

When his eyes shifted to Xiaokui's wrist, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Compared with the last time I saw her, there were several new injuries on her wrists, and the bruises and bruises were shocking.

While feeling pity, Jiang Xiaochuan was very puzzled. Xiaokui was born as a girl, and her yang energy was far less than that of a man.

But why could her blood help Ye Caishuang return to normal from his mad state?

With this question in mind, Jiang Xiaochuan reluctantly broke Xiaokui's finger.

He needed Xiaokui's blood to confirm something.

However, at the moment when he was about to squeeze out blood, he unexpectedly discovered that no matter how hard he tried, Xiaokui's blood could not be squeezed out.

Jiang Xiaochuan was puzzled. The force he used to prick his finger was so precise that it would not cause Xiaokui any pain but could squeeze out the blood smoothly.

He was absolutely sure of this.

But now, Xiaokui's blood seemed to be sealed by some mysterious force and could not flow out.

With a thought in his heart, Jiang Xiaochuan used his clairvoyant eyes and carefully observed the scars on Xiaokui's fingers.

However, the next scene shocked him so much that he could hardly breathe - he could clearly see that the scar on Xiaokui's finger was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those originally deep wounds seemed to be filled bit by bit by some magical power, and in the blink of an eye there were only faint traces left.

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes widened. This kind of ability is definitely not something ordinary people can possess.

Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Jiang Xiaochuan pricked Xiaokui's finger again. This time he used a little more force and succeeded in squeezing out a drop of blood before the wound healed.

Blood beads slowly emerged from the wound and gradually gathered into a drop of bright red blood.

Even in the dark environment, this drop of blood is still dazzling red, like a crystal clear ruby, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Jiang Xiaochuan stared at the drop of crystal clear blood in the bowl, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

This drop of blood seemed to contain a strong vitality, like a torrent surging in his heart, continuously releasing huge energy.

In order to feel the secret of this drop of blood more deeply, he carefully took a drop of it and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully.

At that moment, Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to feel a mysterious and powerful force colliding with his perception.

This power was full of vitality and vitality, and he couldn't help but be shocked by it.

What he felt was far more than a simple healing force.

This power is more like a long-standing bloodline inheritance, pure and powerful, which makes people fearful.

In Jiang Xiaochuan's perception, suppressing evil seems to be just the tip of the iceberg among the many wonderful uses of this power.

He seemed to see a vast ocean, and Xiaokui's blood was the precious treasure in the depths of the ocean.