Xiao Yao shook her head, "No, Brother Xi. Trust me, you'll be alright."
Xirong shook his head, then looked at the black-clad men surrounding him and issued his final command, "Dark Shadow Guards, hear my order!"
All the black-clad men knelt, bowed their heads, and said, "We await your command!"
Xirong said sternly, "After I pass away, you must not trouble Xiao Yao!"
The black-clad men were taken aback by such an order from their master and looked at each other. Xirong asked again in a harsh voice, "Do you understand?"
The Dark Shadow Guards immediately responded, "We obey!"
Xirong listened to the unified response from his subordinates, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face. His bloodstained lips were both stunningly beautiful and glaringly helpless.
Xirong then searched his body, took out a blood pouch, and said to Xiao Yao, "Yaoyao, quickly draw my blood. I'm afraid I won't hold on."
