Break through the Realm

"Fat cat, what... what are you doing?"

Ao Xinyan asked coldly, gritting her teeth.

Blackie refined a blue-green Spiritual Dose into a thumb-sized liquid and smeared it on the wounds. It smiled. "I'm helping you heal. If I don't use the Millennial Qingpu Grass that I found in the Primitive World of Wood Spirit on you, you won't survive at all."

"Why don't you let me die?" Ao Xinyan asked.

Blackie suddenly felt unhappy. "I have always eaten people. I rarely save people, because I'm afraid to meet people like you. I have enough mercy upon you to save your life and you tell me that you want to die?"

A desperate look flashed in Ao Xinyan's eyes. She said, "My Body of Martial Arts has been broken. Even if my wounds are healed, I have become a waste. What does it mean to live?"

"Who told you that you would become a waste?" Blackie rolled its eyes.