Fourth level of the county prison.
Jiang Ning looked towards Long Xingyun.
Let's try this again!
If it works, even better. If not, it's still a fair exchange!
Having taken his family inheritance, I should help him.
Upon making the decision, Jiang Ning nodded immediately.
"Saving a life to the end; I don't have Healing Pills on me, so I'll assist you with my blood!!"
Hearing Jiang Ning's words.
Long Xingyun's expression changed slightly, touched.
"Many thanks, Master!!"
At this moment.
"Catch this!"
Jiang Ning spoke up.
With a long blade, he sliced open his palm again, and under his control, the blood flew from his hand.
Long Xingyun immediately opened his mouth and inhaled.
The blood spurting from Jiang Ning's palm was sucked into Long Xingyun's mouth from a distance.
After a while.
Having lost several hundred milliliters of blood, Jiang Ning then controlled the wound to heal.
