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Chapter 310

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The reason why he thought this way was because Chen Chang Sheng thought of a method that could save her life.

The Three Thousand Scrolls of the Way didn't mention this method. There were also no related records in medical knowledge. This method had never been used by anyone. It sounded ridiculous and unreasonable. But he felt more and more strongly that this method might be useful. If his guess was true, then just like what Xu You Rong said … … whoever he didn't want to die, that person wouldn't die easily.

But it might not be useful and his senior definitely wouldn't agree.

He didn't think for too long. He looked at Xu You Rong and said seriously, "Later, I will use a method to tell you in advance. I hope you won't be too surprised."

Xu You Rong saw that his eyes were clear and also became serious. She asked, "What method?"

She wasn't afraid of death, that's why she was so indifferent before. But suddenly seeing hope in despair, anyone would feel emotional. She couldn't treat it as a joke. She had to be careful.

"Do you know how to save a dead horse?" Chen Chang Sheng looked at her and asked with a smile.

This is a very famous proverb. She thought he used it here to make a joke. She looked at him helplessly. She told him many times on the road that he didn't have the talent to make jokes. Why did he have to make things difficult for himself?

"You can only save a dead horse. You don't have blood, so I will give you blood."

Chen Chang Sheng started to roll up his sleeves. Halfway through, he realized that the stacked cuffs were in the way, so he took off his clothes.

Many days ago, because Xu You Rong was afraid of the cold, his outer clothes were always on her body. He only had one piece of clothing left, which was easy to take off. He quickly took off his clothes, held the short sword, and prepared to cut his wrist.

A hand grabbed his left wrist and blocked the edge of the short sword.

"You ….. want to give your blood to me?"

She stared at his eyes and said seriously, "Although I didn't tell you that my blood is different from normal people, you should know that the blood of the monsters on the road is useless to me. Why try again?"

Chen Chang Sheng looked at her and said, "It's because of this habit that I forgot some things."

"What things?" she asked.

Chen Chang Sheng said, "I am not a yao beast, and my blood is not the blood of a yao beast."

Xu You Rong's lips curled up. It was a mocking smile – she wasn't mocking Chen Chang Sheng's wishful thinking, she was mocking herself. The Heavenly Phoenix True Blood that flowed in her body was the source of all her power and glory, but when she lost that true blood, she discovered that the Heavenly Phoenix True Blood, from her pride, became the cause of her death.

Chen Changsheng's blood was naturally different from the blood of yao beasts, but how could a normal human's blood replace the true blood of the Heavenly Phoenix?

A cry of alarm rang out in the mausoleum!

Chen Chang Sheng didn't care about her wishes, he directly moved her hand away and used the short sword to cut his wrist.

He had bathed in dragon blood in the frigid world beneath the well of New North Bridge, which was even more perfect than the most perfect Purification. From then on, he possessed unimaginable strength and speed, as well as an even more unimaginable toughness of his body. Relying on these, he was able to consecutively defeat so many geniuses in the Grand Examination, all the way until he finally obtained first upon the First Banner.

If it was a normal weapon, even a few divine weapons on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, in his own hands, it would be very difficult to cut his skin. In the ambush by the lake, those two powerful demon beauties, in the end, almost ruptured his internal organs, but they still couldn't leave a single wound on the surface of his body because of this reason.

But the short sword in his hand could.

This short sword was a gift given to him by Senior Yu Ren when he left Xi Ning Village's old temple. It looked abnormally normal and was unknown in the world. It didn't even have a figure on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, but Chen Chang Sheng had never seen a sword sharper than it. No matter if it was Tang Thirty-Six's Wen Shui Sword or Qi Jian's Mount Li Sword Style, they were all inferior to it.

With a light sound, a perfectly straight red line appeared on his wrist. Then, that line rapidly spread out to the sides. Blood gushed out from that wound, about to drip down.

He had already attached the sheath to the lower part.

Without a sound, his blood slowly flowed into the sheath.

"Just what do you want to do?" Xu You Rong was very angry, because he didn't listen to her, because he was so stubborn.

Then, she smelled a light aroma.

It was a very strange aroma. It was lighter than the faintest flower aroma, but thicker than the most fragrant perfume.

After that aroma was smelled, it would undergo countless changes. Sometimes it was thick, sometimes it was thin, sometimes it was clear, sometimes it was thick.

Sometimes it was the fragrance of a flower, sometimes it was like honey, sometimes it was like a fruit that just came out of the garden, still green, but already had an aroma.

What was this aroma?

She looked at Chen Chang Sheng's wrist and confirmed that this aroma came from his blood.

Chen Chang Sheng's blood flowed more and more, and the aroma also became thicker and thicker.

As time went on, she felt even more.

It was the evilest temptation, but also the purest sweetness.

The oldest, but also the freshest.

It was extremely beautiful.

It was a very complicated and lively aura of life.

It was an unimaginably strong life force.

Xu You Rong looked at Chen Chang Sheng and was so shocked that she couldn't speak. You should know that even Zhou Du Fu's tomb couldn't give her such a big shock … … what was this blood? Just who are you? Are you … … human?

While thinking about these things, she fainted.

It wasn't because seeing this scene in front of her and smelling this blood made it hard for her to bear the mental shock, but because before this, Chen Chang Sheng had already silently inserted the golden needle into her He Gu point.

He explained to her how he would save her, just to tell her about it, but it didn't mean that he needed her to watch him do it. In order for her to maintain a calm state of mind, letting her fall asleep was the best choice. At the same time, this could also ensure that she wouldn't disturb this process. It should be known that every drop of his blood was very precious.

The most important thing was, he didn't know how she would react after smelling his blood.

Time passed slowly, the blood on his wrist gradually coagulated and the wound gradually closed. He had never done this kind of thing before, and he didn't know if the blood in the sheath was enough. To be safe, he didn't hesitate to pick up the short sword and cut the wound again, even deeper … … it was a bit painful, but it was still within an acceptable range.

Like this, he repeated it four times.

Blood flowed from his wrist into the scabbard.

After a long time, he thought that it should be enough, right?

Suddenly, the scene in front of his eyes became a bit blurry.

Was it because he was scared of blood? Why didn't he notice it before? After a while, he woke up a bit and realized that it wasn't because he was scared of blood, nor was it because he was starving. The reason was because he had lost too much blood.

The next thing he needed to do was to inject this blood into the girl's body.

He used a piece of cloth to tightly tie the wound on his wrist, ensuring that it wouldn't affect his movement and wouldn't let the blood flow out. Then he walked to Xu You Rong's side and opened the front of her clothes, revealing her white neck and smooth shoulders. The fingers of his left hand lightly touched her skin, while his right hand held the short sword and slowly followed.

A vibration that was no longer clear, not to mention strong, and seemed very weak, transmitted from her skin to his fingertips.

It was here.

He held the short sword, pressed it against that place, and slightly pushed it in.

… …

… …

(These few days I have been away from the city, but I can still do two chapters a day, thanks to everyone's supervision. Also, the chapter title is very good.)

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