"But this time, it won't happen." Ai Qing gazed at him, telling him decisively, "Wherever I am, it definitely will not occur."
"I'm looking forward to it."
KP smiled. He rolled the dice in his hand. The game continued.
「. . .」
Lily's medicine was effective. At least the heavy dose of sedatives it contained worked.
Huai Shi could now barely restrain the surging murderous intent inside his heart to engage in some feeble activities, much like a long-bedridden patient walking around the cramped cabin, performing some rehabilitative exercises.
Actually, it was unnecessary. As long as there was enough blood, a Vampire could quickly recover to full health, and for Lily, producing artificial Plasma was effortless. It even had an apple flavor. As for effectiveness, though not as good as the real thing, it was at least better than nothing.
Huai Shi had regained sixty percent of his health.
