Chapter 493

Liu Su takes out an empty bottle from his medicine box. He slowly raises his eyes and coagulates Feng Mo Chen. His eyes flash and says slowly: "if you want to lead out these corpses, unless you have more special blood, you can only burn the corpses to destroy their destructiveness."

Burn the body?

Hear these four words, night Luo Lin facial expression more gloomy a few minutes.

Even standing on one side of the night from the cha Jun face also dark down, pursed lips do not speak, just quietly standing where motionless.

Special blood?

When Liusu said this, fengmochen knew what he meant. Because of his identity, he couldn't say it directly. He wanted her blood.

But she can't let Yelin die here.

And we don't know about the dead.

Those people are so bold that Luo Lin dares to start at night. It seems that this matter has become more difficult.

Do you want to use this to start a war between Fengchao and yuzhiguo?

It can be guessed that the ultimate goal of the manipulator's ambition is to make use of this opportunity to marry her, find the right opportunity to destroy the interior of the Feng Dynasty, and then use the envoys of other countries after internal strife, and then it should be external cooperation.

This is really a plan to kill two birds with one stone.

However, she will never let these people plot to succeed.

Feng Mo Chen figured out these interests and then took out a dagger from Yelin's leather boots. Her movements were too quick.

Night Luolin reaction, his dagger has been taken away by her.

When he wanted to open his mouth to speak, he saw Feng Mochen raise his hand and cut a thin blood hole towards his finger.

"Your Highness..."

Behind him, the night leaves the cha to see shape, worried of call a.

She used her own blood again.

Feng Mo Chen withstands the pain of cutting his finger, moves the finger to the bottle that Liu Su holds, and drops into the bottle.

Night Luo Lin does not understand.

Why her blood?

Is her blood special?

At the moment of his doubt, Feng Mo Chen had already filled the bottle with blood. After some blood, her body became a little weak.

She didn't know what was going on. She was getting weaker and weaker.

Just put a little blood, become so powerless.

Night from the brake see her put blood, take bandage want to give her hemostasis, Feng Mo Chen ignore him, turned not to talk with him, also don't need his help.

She didn't want to talk to him until something was clear.

Night from the moment to see her refuse to pay attention to themselves, holding bandages of his Zheng Zheng Zheng where, slowly hang down his hand.

And Liu Su will hold the bottle of Feng Mo Chen's blood, aim at the wound of night Luo Lin, gently close, the black object that lingers on the wound begins to move.

Hiss.

They move, and the wound is like being burned. It hurts.

Night Luo Lin because of pain, frown tight eyebrow, at the beginning also don't feel pain, how this moment is so deep, piercing pain.

"It's a little painful. Bear it."

Hearing Luo Lin's painful voice in the night, Liu Sujun's face is indifferent and keeps moving as he talks.

The night Luo Lin smell speech facial expression sink a few minutes, also pale a few minutes, close tightly lips, the forehead is emitting a layer of sweat.

"How's it going?" Seeing this, Feng Mo Chen took a look and saw a miracle.

In the night, Luo Lin's scratched wound, the residual and ready to move corpse seemed to smell more special blood. Along the breath of blood, it slowly wriggled close to the bottle mouth and climbed into the bottle.

The dense small objects, crawling, wriggling, and making a squeaking sound, slowly got away from the wound of Luolin in the night, and the gradually engulfed meat became bloody red.

When all the corpses crawled into the bottle to suck fengmochen's blood, Liusu sealed the bottle.

"Fortunately, they didn't invade his body, they just lingered on the wound and sucked blood, so he got out of danger temporarily." Liu Su took up the wine and bandage to stop the bleeding.