C113 Life is the most precious

The smell of blood on the battlefield was faint, but it was mostly the smell of yellow sand.

And now, the smelly stench of blood was in Duan Chengyu's stomach, he could only watch as blood continued to pour down from Duan Chengxuan's thin white wrist.

Mu Qing was afraid that the blood would congeal before it fell, and he expanded the wound even more, even pressing on it with his nails