"Blood?" Zhong Niangyao's eyes narrowed as she looked toward Hu Jiu, her gaze filled with coldness, "So, all those girls you captured, you sucked them all dry of their blood, did you?"
"Yes!" A morbid satisfaction spread across Hu Jiu's face, and his smile grew even more radiant, "But I'm very picky; I don't just drink from any trash. It has to be the blood of young virgins that I like. That sweet flavor is truly intoxicating!"
"However, the sweetest blood still comes from cultivators. It's just a pity that it's so rare."
As he spoke, he looked at Zhong Niangyao with eyes full of greed, "I have drunk so much blood, yet I have never smelled anything as sweet as yours. Just the scent of it is enough to drive one mad."
He could now imagine how, after drinking Zhong Niangyao's blood, his cultivation would soar at a frenzied pace.
Thinking of this, his gaze toward Zhong Niangyao grew even hotter, as if he were looking at a mouthwatering delicacy.
