C81 Budding Bud

With that, Gong Loujue carried Ling Mochen into the soul-comforting bed and didn't even look at him once. He once again placed his wrist at the mouth of the glass container, the sharp dagger in his hand slashing through his blood vessels. Fresh blood flowed out, and "Drip Drip Drip Drip", the blood flowed into the glass container.

Ling Mochen's wrist didn't feel any pain