Dried up this bowl of blood

Rambo cried bitterly.

Chen Xu kept begging for mercy. He regretted his intestines. He had long known that if he could take a look at Chu Linguang in advance, he wouldn't be so reckless. This was going to kill him.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

Doctor Hu also said with a strong smile.

"If you want to drain my blood, why don't you try it too, the taste of the blood being drained!"

Chu Linguang smiled.

"No, forgive me!"

When Chen Xu, Lan Bo, and Doctor Hu heard the words, big beads of sweat came out.

"My daughter is beautiful and beautiful, if you don't dislike it, I can betroth him to you, or I can give you all of the Lan family's wealth. I just ask you to open it up."

Rambo bowed his head and begged for mercy.

"It's you who want to drain my blood, and now it's also you who begged for mercy the loudest. Humph, how can someone like you keep you alive?"

Chu Linguang snorted coldly.

Slashed out with a wave of sword energy.

Sword Qi is just right.

Puff puff puff, directly cut off Rambo's hand muscles and hamstrings, allowing Rambo's limbs to flow with blood, and the blood kept coming out. The moment he smelled the blood, his whole face was instantly white, and his sweat was raining down. I wanted to cover the wound and prevent the blood from showing up, but the blood came out like crazy, and couldn't stop it at all.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, please."

Rambo had a nervous breakdown.

Ignoring other things, he reluctantly crawled out of the room forcibly, trying to stay away from Chu Linguang.

"Do you know who I am?"

Chu Linguang was not in a hurry to kill Rambo, who could escape the person he wanted to kill.

"Forgive me, I don't know Taishan. If I knew it was you, I wouldn't dare to give me a hundred courage."

Chen Xu hurriedly said.

"Senior Brother, who is he?"

Doctor Hu asked, if he didn't figure out the identity of Chu Linguang, he couldn't stand his eyes.

"He just turned the tide and killed the old Black Demon King, and Chu Linguang who killed the Wild Boar King with a sword. You killed me this time."

Chen Xu wanted to swear.

"boom!"

Hearing the words, the body that psychic doctor Hu strongly propped up, he was soft to the ground, his eyes were moist, and he kept bowing to Chu Linguang in worship. At this moment, his liver and gallbladder were split.

"I really didn't know it was you!"

Chen Xu knelt and climbed in front of Chu Linguang, begging for mercy and kowtowing.

"You mean, if I'm not Chu Linguang, you can drain my blood, right?"

Chu Linguang asked back.

"this..."

Chen Xu is speechless.

"You cannot live by committing sins."

Chu Linguang flashed by with a cold light, pressing his right hand on Chen Xu's head, twisting and clicking, directly snapped Chen Xu's neck without any tenderness.

Chen Xu's body was silent for a moment, his eyes were dim, and he belched on the spot.

"what!"

Doctor Hu saw this scene.

She was so scared that she screamed, turned around and wanted to escape.

"Puff!"

However, Chu Linguang waved his sword aura as he treated Rambo, cutting off his hands and feet meridians, and finally a sword aura opened his neck, coldly said: "Feel the taste of blood being emptied!"

What kind of stuff is this genius doctor Hu? Chu Linguang could hear their conversation clearly.

For such a person, he naturally cannot be soft-hearted.

"boom!"

Rambo climbed to the door of Lan Qingying's room.

He had lost too much blood, and he couldn't scream anymore.

He who crawled over.

His blood stains were everywhere on the ground, and the blood stains stretched very long, shockingly shocking.

"Your dad came back with blood."

Wang Zhi was overjoyed and slapped Lan Qingying on the head, got up and opened the door.

"what!"

The moment the door opened.

Wang Zhi lost his voice and screamed.

He almost fainted without being scared, and when he saw a blood man on the ground, he kicked it over.

"Who, ghost!"

She shouted.

"It's me, let's be found, hurry up."

Rambo shouted, his voice was very weak. At this time, he lost too much blood, his vision was blurred, and he even had hallucinations. He knew that if he could get a blood transfusion in time, maybe he could be saved.

But at this moment, a figure walked over, stepped on his back and walked into Lan Qingying's room, frightening Lan Qingying and her son.

"Dad, what did you do to my dad?"

Lan Qingying looked at Chu Linguang nervously.

"Don't come here, what do you want?"

Wang Zhi was protecting Lan Qingying, picked up the stool, and roared.

"Miss Lan, I am very kind to save you. I have already told you that your illness can be cured in a while.

But you actually listened to the slander, the evil grew to the guts, and you watched your family, come and drain my blood, I want to ask you, really take my blood out, can you drink it? ? "

Chu Linguang asked indifferently.

"This matter is our fault. You can pay whatever compensation you want. Don't hurt me and my mother. We can promise you anything."

Lan Qingying begged for mercy.

"Our Lan family has a lot of money, and we can give you a lot of money. In this world, there is nothing that money cannot solve, right?"

Wang Zhi followed.

"My blood, you can drink it, presumably your father's blood, you can drink it too."

Chu Linguang took out a porcelain bowl.

"What are you going to do?"

Lan Qingying trembled.

Chu Linguang flipped his palm, and a suction force locked Rambo's limb wounds, evacuating the only blood on Rambo's body on the spot, turning it into a blood dragon, and entering the porcelain bowl.

After a while, there was a bowl full of blood on the porcelain bowl.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

When did Lan Qingying and Wang Zhi see such a scene, especially when they looked at Rambo, who was drained of blood, twitched on the ground, and looked painful, but was not dead, the spirits of the mother and daughter almost collapsed.

"Dried up this bowl of blood."

Chu Linguang carried a bowl of blood to Lan Qingying.

"No, no no!"

Lan Qingying shook her head desperately.

"Puff!"

Chu Linguang waved his sword air and cut off Wang Zhi's ear.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Wang Zhi screamed, squatting on the ground, covering his ear wounds, his voice was heart-piercing, but Chu Linguang didn't have any pity. You know, he kindly rescued Lan Qingying. Even if the family is not grateful for Dade, they still want to drain him. The blood to ensure that Lan Qingying's illness can be cured by the medicine.

"If you don't drink, I will cut off your mother's body inch by inch."

Chu Linguang handed a bowl of blood to Lan Qingying's lips.

"Ouuuuuuu, I drink, I drink."

Lan Qingying cried bitterly and looked at her mother who was screaming on the ground. She tremblingly held the bowl and brought it to her lips. She drank on the spot. She didn't dare to smell the smell, let alone stay in the slightest, for fear of being choked alive. Death, or dissatisfaction with Chu Linguang, the mother and daughter suffer again.

"Cough cough cough!"

But even so, she still choked on several mouthfuls, her face covered with blood, she looked terrifying, and she was no longer as sweet as before.

When she finished drinking a whole bowl of blood, her spirit was on the verge of collapse, and she cried: "It is the genius doctor Hu said that only by drinking half a bowl of your blood every day for seven days, I can be well, otherwise we will not be like this. Do."

"Then now, see if I can erase the gold wire with one hand and let you live again."

Chu Linguang laughed.