Lianwu thought for a moment, then cut his palm open. Black beads of blood seeped from his palm, forming a line of blood that finally condensed into a circular shape.
Lianwu wrapped this black line of blood around Xiao Xue's neck, then looked up at Su Yu and said, "I'm sorry, I can only make this one. So, the two of you will have to figure out a way yourselves."
Su Yu said nothing, just nodded.
What Lianwu took was his heart's blood.
Whether human or spirit, heart's blood is the source. If it runs dry, a person dies, and a spirit disbands.
So for Lianwu to take out his heart's blood for Xiao Xue, no matter the reason, he's already done his utmost. Taking even a little more could cost his life.
Even taking just this little amount does great harm to himself.
Heart's blood has a limit; it can never exceed its limit.
For Lianwu to do this much for Xiao Xue, Su Yu was left speechless.
As for him and Han Jing, they should be able to withstand it with their willpower.
