"You're crazy, he needs Su Zhishui's blood, your blood is useless no matter how much you bleed!"
"How would I know if I don't try?" Mi Yao said as she dripped her own blood from her pale wrist into Feng Yueming's mouth, her complexion quickly turning pale.
"Enough!" Ruo Ling swung the knife out of Mi Yao's hand, "Why would you do this, you could die!"
"If I die, I die; I'll repay him, and I don't owe him anything." Mi Yao looked at Ruo Ling, word for word, "This life is clear, I hope we never meet in the next!"
Ruo Ling was stunned, she knew there was a big grudge between Mi Yao and Feng Yueming, but she didn't expect Mi Yao to be so resolute.
Mi Yao bent down to pick up the knife from the bed.
"Enough!" Ruo Ling stopped her, "He's already dead, let him go in peace."
"Why should I? I refuse to let him go!" Mi Yao fiercely pushed away Ruo Ling's petite hand.
