Mo Jiuli was feeling extremely distressed, hating her own helplessness, every time Zi Ye...because of her...
"Jiuli, I'm fine, I'll be okay after some rest. Remember, you can't bleed now, not for anything else, but for your child. For him and everyone, you must not let yourself bleed, otherwise, everything we've done will be in vain..." Zi Ye said weakly.
His blood wasn't unstoppable; it was because he didn't want to stop his blood flow. He had to use the scent of his blood to confuse the opponent. Otherwise, if Jiuli got injured by accident, the consequences would be unimaginable...
"Zi Ye, how can I heal your wounds? Tell me quickly! Otherwise, I won't listen to you..." Mo Jiuli asked Zi Ye, looking at him. Di Minghan was already severely injured and unconscious. If something happened to Zi Ye, she didn't know what she would do.
