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Chapter 487 Are you willing to do anything for him?
Seeing her like this, Nangong Moli chuckled, lowered his handsome face, opened his thin lips slightly, and kissed the girl's lips.

Dugu Jinghua turned his face to one side and smiled and said: "Master, don't be like this, if you really think about it, I'll go outside and call those women in."

"Little Martial Nephew." Nangong Moli lowered his head halfway, black hair covered his handsome face, lowered his eyelids, making it difficult for people to see the emotions inside, only saw the beautiful thin lips and said: "Do you know a drop?" What does essence and blood mean to a practitioner? Not to mention the blood of the heart."

She naturally knew what essence and blood meant to a practitioner.There are twelve drops of essence blood in the body of ordinary practitioners, and these twelve drops of essence blood are important for practitioners.That is equivalent to life.

If these twelve drops of blood essence were taken away by someone, it would basically be powerless.

Earlier, Bu Yuntao was robbed of eleven drops by the banshee because of his blood essence.Now it's just waiting to die.If you want to save his life, unless someone with a high level of cultivation is willing to give him all of your energy, but if this is the case, you will undoubtedly exchange your life for your life. People are afraid of death. She doesn't believe that People at home don't know this method.It's just that they all cherish their lives, how could they do such a thing.

Moreover, this kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can do. The only person in the Bu family who can do such a thing is Grandma Tianshan.But the grandma in the sky yearns for longevity with all her heart, so how could she waste her own cultivation for Bu Yuntao.

So Bu Yuntao basically had to wait to die.But now Qian He's situation is worse than Bu Yuntao's, she doesn't know what Nangong Xun'er did to him.

In short, there was not a drop of essence and blood left in his body.He is now relying on the Vitality Pill to maintain his life.Up to three days.

Three days!

Thinking of this, Jinghua felt a pain in his heart.Qian He is still so young and full of vigor, but now there are only three days left.She will never let her die.

Mr. Song said that Uncle Master's blood can save Qianhe, and it only takes one drop, and it can help repair a broken arm.Because Shi Shu is not an ordinary person.Although Mr. Song couldn't tell what Master Uncle was, Jinghua also understood.

She can see the strength of the uncle.So she came to Kowloon Palace without hesitation.

"What do you mean by that, that you don't want to help me anymore?" Dugu Jinghua looked at Nangong Moli coldly, he felt that this man was cold-blooded, more ruthless than her, and he was obviously strong in cultivation.So what if he gave up such a drop of blood to save Qianhe?

Nangong Moli smiled and said, "Nephew, I didn't say that, I just want to know what you are going to do with my blood? Or to save someone?"

"I want to save Qianhe, Qianhe is dying now, and only your blood can save him now." Jinghua saw his persistence, so she simply stated her purpose.

Hearing this, Nangong Moli's usually indifferent eyes flashed a touch of red and said: "Hehe, I just said something that can make you come to my Nine Dragon Palace in the middle of the night without fear of death. It turns out that it was to save that kid. Why did he Are you going to die? Or did you suck him dry because your sex was too intense?" When the man heard the woman say that she wanted to take his blood to save another man, his heart hurt like a needle prick .

Anger surged up in an instant.But he is naturally proud.He would never allow himself to show it in front of this woman.

But he forgot.What he said has already leaked his emotions.

"Master, you can insult me, but please don't insult Qian He, he is innocent. Master, I only want your blood, just a drop." Jinghua lowered his eyes and did not look at him.She knew that her request was rude, but for the sake of modesty, that was all she had to do.

(End of this chapter)