Chapter 1104 (1/2)

Camphor is an evergreen tree. It is easy to fall leaves in spring. Now it is time for winter, and everything withers. In this camphor tree, the camphor leaves on the branches are green and lush.

Gu Xinglang stood with his back against a camphor tree and his head bowed. The whole person didn't look energetic.

Jiang Zhuojun stopped in front of Gu Xinglang and asked in a low voice, ”do you still want to kill?”

Gu Xinglang shook his head, grabbed the center of his eyebrows and looked up at Jiang Zhuojun. His bloody eyes and the pattern occupying the whole face were gone now. Locking his picturesque eyebrows and eyes, Gu Xinglang said in a dumb voice to Jiang Zhuojun, ”I'm fine.”

Jiang Zhuojun looked at Gu Xinglang's mouth. The bright red blood was there, which was very eye-catching.

Gu Xinglang saw Jiang Zhuojun staring at his mouth. He quickly raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth. Then he was stunned at the blood on his sleeve.

After a long time, Jiang Zhuojun said, ”your own blood?”

Gu Xinglang wanted to nod and hurt himself. It was not a big deal, but in the end, Gu sanshao shook his head honestly.

Jiang Zhuojun glanced up and down Gu Xinglang quickly. He didn't see any blood. He looked down again. General Xiaojiang noticed that a dark brown bird fell at Gu Xinglang's feet. The color of the bird's feathers was similar to soil, so Jiang Zhuojun didn't notice at first.

”What is this?” Jiang Zhuojun fixed his eyes on the bird. The bird's neck was broken.

Gu Xinglang kicked the dead bird and turned the bird over.

Jiang Zhuojun saw that the bird's neck was not only broken, but also open. Without the cover of the bird's body, Jiang Zhuojun could see a piece of red earth.

Gu Xinglang frowned and looked at the soil. His body stood stiff.

Jiang Zhuojun raised his foot, kicked the bird corpse into the depths of the forest and said to Gu Xinglang, ”it's good not to drink raw blood.”

Gu Xinglang suddenly looked up at Jiang Zhuojun.

”There's so much blood on the ground,” said Jiang Zhuojun, standing side by side with Gu Xinglang. ”If you want to drink its blood, can there be so much left on the ground?”

Gu Xinglang said after a long time: ”I can't drink.”

Jiang Zhuojun kicked some soil, covered the soil soaked in bird blood and said, ”I've eaten a dish made of duck blood. It tastes good. If you want to eat blood, you'd better let mammy cook with duck blood and chicken blood. I'll send someone to find the recipe and I'll send it to you.”

Gu Xinglang laughed at what Jiang Zhuojun said.

Jiang Zhuojun looked at Gu Xinglang with a serious face and said, ”pig blood can also be eaten. When I was demoted as a slave, the guard killed the dog to eat meat. I also drank dog blood. It tastes very bad, but after drinking it, I was not very hungry.”

Gu Xinglang said, ”do you want me to eat these things?”