Yitong was so painful that she was sweating profusely, but she did not struggle. Instead, she let him pull his bloody hand and send it to Mu Youfeng's mouth.

He smelled the bloody smell and his eyes suddenly opened. Although there was still a blurry mist, Yitong seemed to see a bloodthirsty light.

He grabbed her hand and pointed his thin lips at her wrist to suck. He sucked very hard and urgently, as if he wanted to suck all the blood in her body.

Feeling the blood passing by little by little, she even heard the sound of them flowing. Yitong gritted her teeth and endured the pain on her wrist. She had understood one truth since she was a child: If she gave, there must be rewards, otherwise, she would never give.

This time, she was betting.

Mu Youli sucked tirelessly and greedily. The black strange patterns on his body began to slowly disappear. Yitong felt a little drowsy and his breathing began to become rapid.

Her hands were still tightly grasped by him.

Her eyes began to dissipate, and her whole body seemed to be pulled away instantly. Finally, her body tilted and she carried it backwards.

I don’t know how long I slept, it seemed like a century, and it seemed like just a moment. When Yi Tong opened her eyes, she had already returned to her room, raised her painful wrist, and looked at the bandaged wound there, and her pale cheeks squeezed out a smile.

It is actually not terrible to use her own blood as a bargaining chip. What is terrible is that when there is nothing to betray, fortunately, she can rely on herself.

After two days of rest, Yitong got out of bed in a hurry. She packed up some pitiful luggage and quietly left the Four Princes' Mansion in the dark of the night.

Since he gave Mu Youfeng what he needed, he had no reason to stop her again. She had to leave as soon as possible. This was not her long-term refuge. She would not forget the Ninth Prince Mu Yanqin. She always had a feeling that the man would not let her go so easily. Mu Youfeng and him were brothers, so he had no reason to save her. So, she wanted to escape, the farther she could escape, the better.

Shortly after she left the house, a gray figure slowly disappeared.

"Prince,"

Ruan Zhong stood outside Mu Youfeng's door and said with a clear voice, "She's gone."

"Yeah." A cold response inside.

"The Ninth Prince's people are outside." Ruan Zhong hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want to send someone?"

There was a silence inside, and after a while, he said, "This is the path she chose."

Standing in a daze on the street, looking at the stranger around, Yi Tong frowned, not knowing where to go. However, since she has no goal, it doesn't matter where she goes.
Chapter completed!