Gently, he got out of bed.
Zhang Xiaohao flipped his right hand, took out a cigarette, and began to smoke.
While smoking, he gazed at the two women sleeping soundly.
All he thought about was their conversation earlier.
After finishing the cigarette, Zhang Xiaohao extinguished the cigarette butt and carefully regarded the two women.
"No matter where you are, you are my women! Together in life and death, never to part!" Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.
After speaking.
He bit his fingertip, forcing out seventy-two drops of blood.
Even with Zhang Xiaohao's current cultivation level, forcing out seventy-two drops of blood in one go was quite taxing. His complexion turned pale, his body staggered, almost toppling to the ground.
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohao's willpower remained firm, biting his teeth, he forcefully stood still, preventing himself from collapsing.
He divided the seventy-two drops of blood into two waves, each consisting of thirty-six drops.
