Seeing the little tiger having a little bit of a stalemate, Qin Yao felt so sad and panicked, and he was completely at a loss when he held the little guy.

The wound on its legs was still bleeding, and its fur was charred as black as charcoal, which looked so distressing. The little guy's involuntary shaking made Qin Yao feel even more uncomfortable.

"Wake up!"

"If you don't wake up, sleep..." The little thing that was twisted until death.

What to do? Qin Yao was anxious and accidentally stepped on something, but it was a "corpse". However, the "corpse" moved again. It turned out to be a teaching staff member who had just refined Rose Lu. Although this unlucky guy left the underground palace with Hiddink, he was knocked over by Bai Jiahei on the outside.

After seeing him, Qin Yao's head lit up - blood!

Didn’t Xiaohu want to taste “dragon blood” just now? Of course that must be a joke, but now it is undoubtedly a reminder of Qin Yao. His body has super self-healing ability, so can heal his blood to relieve the little tiger’s injuries?

Thinking of this, Qin Yao cut his wrist without hesitation. Don’t think that this is suicide. In fact, this guy must find the place where he bleeds the most, because if he is not careful, the wound heals.

As a result, he cut three times in a row, and then he gathered a small cup of blood. He placed it in front of the weak little tiger. The little tiger licked a few sips in a daze, and then barely drank it.

The wound seems to have improved slightly, but it is not obvious.

But there should be some effect, as the rhythm of white and black shaking has also been reduced a little.

Qin Yao thought about it and said that if he followed the current slowdown, even if he had completely drained all his blood, it would have been difficult for him to save the little tiger.

But why did the effect of making rose dew just now? It was obviously just the blood of ordinary inferior real people, but Ms. Mata can significantly improve the appearance and maintenance effect.

Is the problem in refining?

Thinking of this, he took the initiative to remove the invisibility effect, which of course scared the dizzy guy just now. Qin Yao grabbed him and scolded: "Do you understand Chinese?!"

This guy is smart, and from Qin Yao's appearance and the radio just now, he knew Qin Yao's identity. Although he couldn't understand, he still tried hard to wake up another companion. This is also the guy who made Rose Lu with him, but he understands Chinese.

The second priest named Conte was so scared that he stuttered, but Chinese was OK.

Qin Yao: "Tell me honestly, can the blood you refined treat the wounded?"

Conte nodded and bowed: "Yes, surely... Please don't kill us, sir, we will cooperate completely."

The guy next to him pulled Conte's sleeve and seemed to mumble a few words. Qin Yao discovered this detail and immediately asked what he was discussing.

Conte wanted to lie, but he couldn't stop Qin Yao's angry power, so he honestly explained: "My partner suspects that the effect of the blood of Qiang Weilu is difficult to work... After all, the high-level survivors here are gone, and it is difficult to get blood. Moreover, the blood of the low-level survivors is not very effective for the high-level survivors, and of course it should not work well for the smart beasts. But there must be some effect, so don't worry..."

This guy has a strong desire to survive.

But Qin Yao felt relieved, because he judged that what the other party should be telling the truth.

Just like the rose dew that was just refined comes from the blood of a low-class real person, the effect on Hiddink is obviously average, and it is probably mainly used as a tonic. However, for ordinary people, it has almost an immediate effect.

Similarly, even if the blood of ordinary survivors doubles the "medicine effect" after refining, it is difficult to treat powerful wise beasts like Bai Jiahei. But Qin Yao is different, he is dripping with dragon blood.

"Use mine!" Qin Yao stretched out his wrist.

What? Both guys were stunned. Conte said tremblingly: "You have dried up all the blood on your body, and you can only refine two cups. Even if you refine one cup, you have to refine half of the blood. This..."

Qin Yao knew that this was the truth. He had just seen the other party's bloodletting process and the process of refining two cups of rose dew in a copper pot.

Without hesitation, Qin Yao asked them to take the copper pot, one after another. Damn it was the side effect of super self-healing, that is, the wound healed too quickly! Before the teacup was bleeding, it immediately became scabbed, and another knife had to be cut. This was still a large blood vessel that was cut. Oh my, it hurts after thinking about it.

Bai Jiahei watched Qin Yao cut and cut it one after another. He didn't know what the little guy felt. His little head rubbed against his claws. Will tigers cry? Is it true?

After finally finishing most of the pot, Qin Yao also felt a little dizzy and tinnitus. Although the remnants are powerful, they are also relying on their strong blood and energy. The bloodletting process just now will undoubtedly make him lose a lot of blood and energy, which is the most difficult to recover. It can be said that not only does his body weak, but his power will decrease.

The two blood-refining guys quickly got busy and didn't dare to be negligent. They found a place to store the magic core, because each time they refine, they needed the energy of three magic cores. Qin Yao saw that there were more than twenty in the small cabinet, so he naturally accepted it. Anyway, Conte and the others dared not say anything.

The refining process is not tedious, and Qin Yao himself can learn it, and Conte dared not conceal the refining method. The reason why two or three people cooperated is because their spells are not powerful enough. In fact, if Qin Yao did it himself, it would be enough for him to be alone, and he was just not very familiar with the refining process.

Qin Yao suddenly realized that if this effect was good, then he would be a mobile ambulance in the future. He would bleed himself and then refine it... It was so sour.

Finally, the refining was over. After opening the lid of the pot, a burst of blood surged into the sky, which scared Conte so much that he almost failed.

They were really scared and wondered if they had failed to refine it? They had never encountered such a strong and pungent blood, it was simply chili water. Is this still blood?

But when they poured it into the transparent crystal cup, the two of them were stunned to see that the blood of the cup was almost half-golden, but there was a hint of blood red in the golden yellow.

Qin Yao was also a little dumbfounded: "Is this my blood?"

Conte corrected: "To be precise, it is the result of your blood refining. The adult's blood is probably one of the few in the world, so the color after refining is different. Generally, the blood of the legitimate descendants will produce a light amber yellow; only after the blood of the real person is refined will show obvious amber color in the crimson. But the adult's blood..."

Forget it, it has reached this point, so I have to try it.

Of course, Conte and the others were also scared. They thought that if it was ineffective or even had a counterproductive effect, would Lord Qin Yao suddenly kill people? I heard that this was a super strong man who defeated the Blood Sect in succession and fought with the Bloodthirsty Dragon in the reverse world. Even if they were weaker after losing blood, strangling Conte and the others would still be like pinching bed bugs.

Qin Yao took Bai Jiahei and held it in the palm of his left hand, and slowly poured it into his mouth with a wine glass in his right hand, as if he was feeding medicine to a critically ill patient.

"Ph, it's so spicy... I don't drink it, don't drink it..."

Qin Yao had a black thread.

The little tiger finally held back the spicy food and drank it, but then immediately said: I will never make any decisions about your blood again. It’s too bad. What kind of thing is that, even if I drink Professor Lin’s foot washing water in the future, I will not drink your chili water and blood...

After complaining a lot and becoming more and more fluent, Qin Yao began to lit up his eyes and knew that the effect of his blood had been produced! When did this broken tiger start to be weak and broken, it basically proved that he was almost inspiring!

Sure enough, the wound on the little guy's leg was healing rapidly, and at a speed visible to the naked eye. The charcoal-like fur began to fall off and the scabs were removed, resulting in a brand new white and tender skin, and the tiger's hair began to grow rapidly.

"I am not allowed to watch this girl, Mao Changqi, before, she is a stinking hooligan!"

hehe.

After about ten minutes of this process, the white and black injuries finally healed. He also changed into a beautiful new hair, and even his spirit seemed to be shocked. However, his physical strength was still weak and his combat power must have been affected, but this treatment effect was far beyond Qin Yao's expectations.

Bai Jiahei lay lazily in his palm. This time it was not a rebirth, but a simple sleepiness after recovering from the serious illness. Qin Yao carefully put it in his arms, and finally calmed down in his heart.

The longer the time, the deeper the relationship between him and Bai Jiahei. He has surpassed the relationship between master and servant, but is a fighting companion, and of course a pair of bad friends in life. Now, once a person and a tiger lacks any one, the other's life seems to be incomplete.

"Congratulations to Lord Qin! Congratulations to Lord Tiger!" Conte and the others nodded and bowed repeatedly, hoping that using this to seek credit, Qin Yao could let them go.

But Qin Yao did not let them go, but sat on the chair where Ms. Mata was sitting just now. The main seat, which was like a throne, could not sit because the Holy Light attack just now happened to hit there, making a huge hole.

"Conte, right? Come here." Qin Yao said. It's rare to meet a guy who knows Chinese. I have to ask carefully this time.

Conte walked over tremblingly and honestly.

Qin Yao: "I ask you, when Dejong and Enrique were here, were there any important treasures in this underground palace?"

Conte nodded fiercely with a strong desire to survive: "Yes! It's in a closet on this wall. The villain didn't know what it was inside, but at that time, Lord Enrique placed it very solemnly and asked Lord Hiddink to keep it carefully. Once something went wrong, he would ask their heads."

Even Hiddink's head is not worth the money, it seems to be stable.

However, the closet was made invisible. Qin Yao didn't find it just now. He asked Conte to come to the wall and found that there was a twist behind a sculpture. But even after opening it, a key was needed. The huge and thick iron safe is very strong.

Qin Yao: "Where is the key?"

Conte: "It's at Lord Hiddink."
Chapter completed!