[Quick Time Travel] The villain boss is targeting Maomao again

Chapter 7

Tang Qing reluctantly stuck out his tongue and licked it a few times, and felt his mouth was not so dry anymore.

Gu Mi also took out the blood jade obtained from the big pine tree and hung it on Tang Qing's chest.

"Tangtang, try to absorb the energy in the blood jade. It can help you recover."

Tang Qing suspected that he was just comforting himself. Because the function of the blood jade was subtle, it was impossible for him to have a rapid change so quickly.

Gu Mi€€knew the cat in his arms and kissed his forehead.

Tang Qing tried to rub the man's neck with her head, trying to comfort him.

The furry ball leaned against his arms affectionately, but it was no longer as warm as before. The man lowered his eyes, wishing he could bear everything for the cat.

He stretched out his fingernails, cut a line on his wrist without hesitation, and put the wound into Tang Qing's mouth.

Tang Qing was startled.

The man is going to give him blood to drink.

"I have healing abilities, and my blood has healing properties." The man's voice was cold but firm.

Tang Qing turned her head away with great effort, trying to avoid the man's wound.

But the man held his head with one hand, gently pried open his mouth with his fingers, and put the wound on his wrist into his mouth.

The man's face was already pale, his powers were exhausted, and there was a large bloody wound on his back that had not yet healed. Tang Qing knew that he was already at the end of his strength, and bleeding him like this would only waste his last bit of energy.

Tang Qing tried his best to turn his head away, blood flowed from his mouth and dripped onto the ground.

Tang Qing expressed his refusal through his actions.

"Tangtang, I'll put it in whether you drink it or not."

There was no emotion on the man's face, as if the loss of blood had no effect on him.

His face was already paler than a cat's fur, but his movements were powerful and firm, constantly forcing the wound open, and bright red blood flowed into Tang Qing's mouth.

Tang Qing's mouth was held open by two fingers and he was forced to swallow mouthful of blood.

Gu Mi's blood smells fishy.

The man's body temperature was not high, but his blood was very hot, and his limbs began to recover their temperature.

After Tang Qing drank several mouthfuls of blood, he finally had the strength to do so. He stretched out his white claws and placed them on the man's arm, trying to push his hand away.

The man chuckled, took back his hand, and asked gently, "Does Xiaotanggao feel sorry for me?"

"Meow~" He was answered by the soft and sweet voice of a cat.

The man's face was paler than paper.

Gu Mi struggled to stand up again, broke off some wood from the cliff, and added it to the fire to ensure that the fire could last for a long time. He melted some hailstones and fed them to Tang Qing.