Zhang Rongfang temporarily didn't have time to deal with the matter because he had to consider Ding Yu's issue earlier.
Now, with his mind returning to focus, he began carefully observing his own body.
'Don't want to suck blood anymore, but instead want to bleed? What kind of ridiculous impulse is this?'
He stretched out his hand, opening his palm.
With just a thought, a drop of blood slowly seeped through his palm.
And the lost blood in his body instantly replenished the consumption of that drop of blood.
The blood drop rolled around in Zhang Rongfang's palm, devoid of warmth, like a cold, exquisite Blood Jade pearl.
Staring at the blood drop, Zhang Rongfang suddenly had a whimsical thought flash through his mind.
'Since the instinct to absorb blood before made me stronger, could this bleeding instinct also have the same benefit now?'
Immediately, he found a container, a bottle previously used for poison.
