Chen Yang was horrified. He quickly stepped forward, cut open the veins in his hand and fed Qiao Ning's blood.

Nie Meiniang also followed, and she just watched Chen Yang feed Qiao Ning blood.

About half an hour later, Qiao Ning woke up and turned around.

Her face looked much better.

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm not dead yet?" Qiao Ning couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Chen Yang felt extremely heavy.

Nie Meiniang said: "I'll get you some food." After she said that, she turned around and went out.

"You are so strange." Qiao Ning looked at Chen Yang, and she saw that Chen Yang's face was pale. Obviously, Chen Yang was not an iron man. He had lost too much blood.

"Why is it weird?" Chen Yang was slightly startled.

Qiao Ning said: "I am not your wife or lover. My death will only be good for you. Now that I am going to die, you have tried your best. Why are you still sad? Isn't it good that I am dead?"

Chen Yang forced a smile and said, "Maybe I want to be as nice to you as possible, so that you will give me all the good things?"

Qiao Ning said: "Yes, all my things are in my Jie Xumi. After I die, you can take them all." She paused and said: "I am gone, what else can I put away?

No less.”

Chen Yang said: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Afraid, can you not die if you are afraid?" Qiao Ning said.

Chen Yang fell silent.

"You're not going to tell me that you're in love with me, are you?" Qiao Ning said with a smile.

Chen Yang said: "This joke is not very funny."

Qiao Ning said: "Really? I think it's quite funny."

Chen Yang thought for a while and said, "Hey, Miss Qiao, let me ask you something."
Chapter completed!