Chapter 332 (1/2)

Chapter 332: The Strange Vine Attached to Her Back

Feng Tianlan stiffened up when the wound on her back was touched. Then, she continued to try and make sense of the strange events, “The vines suck blood, and there couldn’t have been only one eagle. There were probably seven or eight, at least. If Si Mobai hadn’t chased them away or stopped them, then the eagles’ flesh and blood would have covered us. The vines would have become even more violent and minced us all on the spot, eating us right up.”

When someone was injured and the smell of blood filled the air, the vines, which were ordinarily harmless and only caught people in mid-air, suddenly became violent and started attacking. If Si Mobai hadn’t dealt with the eagles, the consequences would have been too terrifying to imagine.

Luo Yunzhu and the rest were so frightened when they heard this that their faces paled. They looked respectfully and apologetically toward Si Mobai.

Si Mobai did not bother with anyone else’s feelings besides Feng Tianlan’s. His eyes fell on her injured back. A vine about the length of a finger was still attached to her, invading her body through the opening of the wound.

“This may be a bit painful, but you have to endure it.” Si Mobai put his arm in front of Feng Tianlan’s mouth. “Bite down on my arm. It’ll be less painful that way.”

“What’s wrong?” Feng Tianlan turned back and looked at him quizzically. It was just a wound, so it only needed to be dressed. Surely, it couldn’t be that painful, right?

“A vine has gone inside your body and seems to be stuck, so I’m going to pull it out.”

Feng Tianlan grunted lightly, remembering the vine on her back. The Spirit Severing Vine had climbed on her and sucked her blood. Other than being able to feel that there was a wound, she didn’t feel anything else.

Si Mobai gently touched the vine, and it moved a little as if it were still alive, then lazily rested on the wound again.

“Does it hurt?” Si Mobai furrowed his brows in a fury.

Feng Tianlan shook her head lightly. “No.”

“I’m going to start then.” Si Mobai put his arm in front of Feng Tianlan’s mouth.

Feng Tianlan lightly grunted and looked down at his large hand. It was broad and thick, with some callouses between the thumb and forefinger. He’d earned those from many years of holding a sword.