At this moment, Su Muyao was already exhausted, feeling like she had no strength left.
She wanted to stop the little cub, but seeing how thin he was, she felt a pang of sympathy.
No wonder when she was pregnant with him, her belly wasn't that obvious, and she was always hungry.
Was it because he was starving inside her?
Besides, by the normal count, there were still two days left before delivery.
This was two days early.
Su Muyao felt both pity and guilt.
She couldn't bear to say a harsh word to her little cub.
And besides, just drinking some blood was fine, she was okay with it.
At this moment, above the Holy Mountain, Shen Jinsuo repelled the roaring black thunder, but he also suffered some internal injuries.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression icy cold.
Just then, he caught the sweet scent of blood in the air.
What is this?
There was no mistake, it was the scent of Su Muyao's blood.
