Necro looked at the confused face of the young female in front of him, words on the tip of his tongue, yet he swallowed them back.
The Blood Clan had a swift and effective method to recover from injuries—
That was to kill and drink fresh blood.
Especially, the blood of close relatives or loved ones was the best!
In the past, Necro was always unscrupulous about this. But this time, for some reason, he didn't want her to know, and he didn't want her to see his brutal and bloodthirsty side.
Otherwise, wouldn't this young female be even more afraid of him?
Her courage waxed and waned, sometimes shockingly reckless, yet at other times timid like a rabbit.
Shen Tang saw that Necro hesitated and wisely stopped questioning, as if she had only mentioned it casually, bowing her head to concentrate on tending to his gaping wound.
Once finished with the bandaging, Necro stood up and stretched his muscles, somewhat satisfied with her handiwork.
