Duan Rong inhaled for a while, feeling his tongue start to swell and numb, as if he had a small piece of wood in his mouth. He could see that the venomous blood from the fang marks on Xiao Yu's calf couldn't be sucked out anymore.
Duan Rong suddenly drew out the Cow Tail Saber, held it in his hand, and looked up at Xiao Yu, saying: "It might hurt a bit, bear with it!"
Xiao Yu looked at Duan Rong's face and responded with a mosquito-like hum.
Duan Rong carefully used the tip of the knife to cut open the two fang marks a little, allowing the skin and flesh to slightly lift, then began to suck again with his mouth and tongue. While sucking, he squeezed Xiao Yu's calf that was as smooth as cream, until the blood came out bright red, then he stopped.
Duan Rong lifted his robe, tore off a corner of his inner garment, then carefully wrapped and tied Xiao Yu's wound.
