Salted fish master was forced to accept disciples

The limit, I can't hold on for long, said gently: "Master, you did say that you would not use my blood again, but now I am asking you."

He pressed Xitao's back neck, Xitao's lips pressed against his warm skin, and blood rushed into Xitao's mouth, moistening the dryness in his mouth like a sweet spring.

Xi Tao's eyes gradually widened, and he lost his sanity for a moment. He leaned weakly in Jiu Ling's arms, and unconsciously clenched Jiu Ling's lapel with both hands.

Jiu Ling showed a pleasant smile as if he didn't know the pain.

Bright red blood slid down the corner of Xitao's mouth onto the snow-white skirt, rolling down together with his crystal clear tears.

The night breeze was blowing, blowing the hem of the clothes, gently raising the black hair they didn't know when they were entangled together, the bright white moonlight softly shone into the room, and the bright night pearl shone brightly in the corner.