Yu Xue Zhao was extremely restrained, her hands crossed over her lower abdomen, the back of her hands were clenched until they turned white, but that blood seemed to be something that she could not resist, the impulse to risk everything, even her life, to grab it, continuously attacked her rationality. At this moment, her fingertips were slightly trembling, already somewhat unable to control herself, wanting to rush out at any time!
PEI Ling's brows furrowed, and he immediately stood up, pulling Yu Xue Zhao away from the side of the demonic beast's corpse.
Only when he reached the edge of the light did the redness in Yu Xue Zhao's eyes gradually fade away. He immediately turned his gaze away, not daring to look at the corpse of the demonic human.
"What's going on?" PEI Ling asked via voice transmission.
Yu Xue Zhao's face was pale, his hand pressed against his chest as he gasped for air, as if he had yet to recover.