"It will be fine, Shu Yue, you'll be fine..."
Jiang Shuyue was laid down, resting flat on the grass, her internal organs shattered, nobody dared to move her recklessly.
Chen Tang's tears were streaming. He placed Xiao Ziduo aside, crouching beside Jiang Shuyue, holding her wrist with one hand, constantly urging the Yin Yang Talisman, transferring vitality.
He murmured softly, turning his hand to take out some medicine pills, stuffing them into Jiang Shuyue's mouth.
He even slit his own wrist, trying to feed her his blood because Chen Tang's bloodline inherited from his mother's clan was already extraordinary, though he wasn't exactly sure what it was now.
Moreover, he had been bitten by the Little Miss, possessing the terrifying recuperation ability of the Yaksha Clan, perhaps this terrifying recuperation ability in Chen Tang's blood might be useful to Jiang Shuyue...
"Cough, cough..."
