The smooth wrist appeared in her eyes.
The wrist was uninjured.
Xiao Hua said,
"Host, could it be animal blood?"
Just as Xiao Hua's voice fell.
There came a ripping sound.
She had already torn open the clothes on Hua Wuqing's chest.
At the spot over the heart.
There was a scar in the shape of a cross made by a knife.
It seemed that the owner of this scar hadn't taken good care of it.
Causing the scab to rupture open again.
Not sure how many times it had split, and it even got wet.
The wound appeared to be inflamed.
Su Yan looked up, her voice indifferent.
"How did this happen?"
Hua Wuqing was expressionless, his body stiffened in silence.
Because he felt Yanyan was a bit angry, but didn't know why she was angry.
Su Yan asked again,
"The bottle of medicine you gave me, was it your Heart Blood?"
Hua Wuqing hesitated for a moment.
He thought, reviving those people made Yanyan very happy.
He nodded.
"Yes."
