Su Luo was not stingy with her blood, as if it was a spring water that cost money, and she wished she could pour it all on Nangong Liuyun.

As time passed, Su Luo's face turned pale as gold paper, and her head was dizzy. If Zi Yan hadn't helped her, she would have fainted.

"Luoluo..." Zi Yan shouted in a low voice.

She covered her lips with her right palm and shed tears silently.

No matter how much Luo Luo loses blood, the blood on her body will be dried up.

Seeing this, the Lord of the Nine-Level Palace couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a waste of resources. Every drop of these blood is extremely precious. If ordinary people drink it, every drop can extend the lifespan of ten years, but you are wasting it like this."

Su Luo looked at him coldly without expressing any comments.

The Nine-Level Palace Master was still muttering: "These blood can make the flesh and bones of dead people alive, and it is also of great help to practice. It's a pity that you are so generous."

"Have you finished speaking, shut up." Su Luo glared at him angrily, "What's the pain of your blood?"

How could Su Luo not understand the motive of the Nine-Level Palace Master? He praised her blood in front of Li Yaoyao as if it were a miracle. When the news spreads, wouldn’t Su Luo become a moving baby? Who doesn’t want to rush to get a share of the pie?

The Lord of the Nine-Level Palace was so blocked by Su Luo that he couldn't even say a word, so he could only turn his head in depression.

After finally covering Nangong Liuyun's whole body with blood, Su Luo felt that his forehead was getting dark and he almost fainted.

"Luoluo, have a good rest." Zi Yan helped her sit down with heartache.

Su Luo waved his hand: "No, I'll be with Nangong."

Su Luo was kneeling on both knees, quietly looking at Nangong Liuyun with a soft smile on his face.

Xiao Shitou will not lie to her, Nangong Liuyun will definitely wake up. Su Luo has a strong belief in her heart.

Time passes minute by minute.

Su Luo stared at Nangong Liuyun without blinking, afraid of missing a trace of information.

After a while, Nangong Liuyun's thick eyelashes, as thin as a cicada's wings, trembled slightly, and then slowly opened her cold eyes.

Su Luo almost screamed excitedly, but in fact, her movements were gentler than anyone else. She asked in a low voice: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Nangong Liuyun looked at Su Luo, raised his hand again, and looked at the bright red blood stain.

"Is this your blood?" Nangong Liuyun frowned with his beautiful sword eyebrows and asked coldly.

Su Luo seemed to be a child who was caught doing something bad, and was at a loss for a moment, but she quickly adjusted: "To be correct, half of the blood that can save you is your credit."

"Hmm?" Nangong Liuyun looked at Su Luo's pale face as white as gold paper, and a hint of heartache flashed in his eyes.

"I have fused the red blood Scrophularia. Only with such blood can you rejuvenate and bring you back to life. You have obtained this red blood Scrophularia. Wouldn't most of the credit belong to you?" Su Luo smiled and helped him up and quickly changed the topic, "How do you feel now? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Nangong Liuyun took a deep breath and began to wander around in his dantian.

After wandering around for a week, his face changed to look ugly.

"Very good." He said that the words "very good."
Chapter completed!