The Miserable Little Black

Yun Chujiu was stunned and handed her left hand to Di Beiming.

Di Beiming took out a silver needle from his storage ring and pricked Yun Chujiu's index finger. Immediately, bright red blood flowed out.

Di Beiming felt a slight pain in his heart, but he still took out a porcelain bottle and let Yun Chujiu drip the blood into it.

An Feng was watching from the side. His venerable face was filled with heartache, as if it was not Miss Jiu's finger that was hurting, but his heart.

Yun Chujiu raised her head and saw the pained and guilty look in Di Beiming's eyes. Her little heart pounded non-stop.

Although the two of them did not speak, their faces were flushed red as if there were pink bubbles floating in them.

At that moment, An Feng coughed dryly. "Venerable Sir, Miss Jiu, someone is coming here."