Chen Qing spat out the poisonous blood in his mouth. He glanced at the extremely weak Lina. Although her face was pale, the purple color on her lips gradually disappeared, as if the poison in Lina's body had lessened significantly.
"Seventh Princess, don't say anything. Rest well." As Chen Qing spoke, his gaze fell on the black blood flowing from Lina's waist. It gradually turned red. Without hesitation, he continued to suck out the poison.
Chen Qing continued sucking for a while longer. When he saw that the blood on Lina's waist had turned red, he heaved a sigh of relief.
His lips trembled slightly, a little uncontrollably. He had been sucking blood for Lina just now, and his lips were a little purple.
His gaze fell on Lina's ankle. Her ankle was not seriously injured. He bent down and forcefully sucked the poisonous blood out of her ankle.
