Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

At that moment, Yuan Qingyou's body tensed up completely.

The inner hall was very spacious. When she looked down, there was no one in the area where she had to back away.

But what is this obstacle now?

In an instant, Yuan Qingyou's heart seemed to stop beating altogether.

She turned around abruptly and saw that Wu Zetian was already standing behind her again.

There was even a hint of surprise in those eerie red eyes.

"There were still some who slipped through the net!?"

Wu Zetian snorted coldly and immediately reached for Yuan Qingyou's throat.

Yuan Qingyou wanted to dodge, but at this moment, she couldn't muster any strength at all.

I felt as if my throat was on fire.

My mind went through moments of clarity and moments of confusion, and my breathing was irregular.

Is she going to die?

As Yuan Qingyou was thinking this, just before she was about to completely lose consciousness, Wu Zetian suddenly let go of her hand.

"what--"

She began to scream in pain in her ear.

Yuan Qingyou felt completely drained, even though it seemed like something huge had happened right before her eyes.

She couldn't even open her eyelids.

She opened her eyes wide with great effort.

It was just a crack, and through that crack, she saw that a talisman had been pasted on Wu Zetian's forehead.

She tried to open her eyes again, looking at everything in front of her.

With that talisman pasted on her forehead, Wu Zetian was unable to move no matter what.

Her expression was one of extreme pain. Only after the golden light from the talisman had fully entered her body did she collapse to the ground.

Yuan Qingyou collapsed to the ground. She could see a familiar figure carrying Wu Zetian's body to the bed.

Yuan Qingyou closed her eyes again, wanting to circulate the mental cultivation technique so that she could absorb it faster and stand up.

Who knew that as soon as he started practicing the mental technique, he felt a series of stinging sensations in his dantian.

It felt as if I was about to explode and die if I continued to circulate this mental technique.

She quickly restrained herself and dared not circulate her internal energy cultivation technique any further.

At this moment, the person who carried Wu Zetian's body back to the bed should have returned.

He walked over to Yuan Qingyou and squatted down.

He took out a dagger and cut his own wrist.

He dripped his own blood into Yuan Qingyou's mouth.

Yuan Qingyou smelled a strong stench of blood. Drinking human blood?

She felt really awful; she felt like throwing up.

But after drinking this blood, it felt like I had regained my strength.

Yuan Qingyou waited until the person in front of her pulled away from her wrist, and then heard the sound of tearing cloth.

He was probably bandaging his wound when Yuan Qingyou felt a tickle on her lips.

He was wiping her lips with something.

Finally, as if some power was returning to her body, Yuan Qingyou opened her eyes.

Suddenly, he saw that the person standing in front of him was Yuan Tianlan.

Yuan Qingyou's damned father,

"Qingyou--"

Upon seeing Yuan Qingyou open her eyes, Yuan Tianlan excitedly called out her name.