Ren Feifan held the wound close to Bai Ling's mouth and commanded, "Now close your eyes and absorb the fresh blood from my hand, then your injury will heal."
Bai Ling, seeing Ren Feifan's self-harming act, widened her eyes in shock and exclaimed, "Kid, what on earth are you doing, having me drink your blood? Are you feverish? We from Pilgrimage Mountain are not vampires!"
Ren Feifan couldn't be bothered to explain, and directly pressed his arm against Bai Ling's mouth!
"Don't waste it, my blood is very expensive!"
Bai Ling was utterly bewildered; in all her years, this was the first time she heard of someone forcing another to drink their blood.
If this guy wasn't Ren Feifan, she would have taken action.
Under Ren Feifan's forceful attitude, Bai Ling took a few sips, then started coughing violently!
She placed her hand to her throat, seemingly trying to forcibly claw out the blood she had swallowed!
