This was a special material that Li Tianming could not see through.
It might have come from the alternate-dimensional memory space itself.
He tied the alternate-dimensional rope securely, holding Ye Lingfeng's blood in his hand.
When he turned around, Jiang Feiling had already tied the other end of the alternate-dimensional rope around her slender waist and fastened it in a dead knot.
When Li Tianming looked at her, she smiled faintly and said as lightly as she could,
"Brother, this way, we really are grasshoppers tied to the same rope."
"Then Mother Grasshopper had better hold on tight. Don't lose Father Grasshopper."
Li Tianming walked toward the entrance to the alternate-dimensional memory space.
"Unless Mother Grasshopper disappears."
She said with a smile.
Li Tianming turned back and smiled.
"Give me a drop of blood."
Jiang Feiling held out her hand.
Li Tianming returned to stand before her.
He bit his tongue until a drop of blood emerged, then pressed it past her red lips and placed it in her mouth.
The kiss was sweet, with a faint taste of blood.
"Keep it hidden. Don't swallow it."
Li Tianming said.
This drop of blood was to ensure that, if Li Tianming could not return either, there would still be a chance to save him.
What he had done was "very bad." Absolutely no one else had ever done anything like it.
Amid such tense circumstances, that little tease still sent ripples through Jiang Feiling's body and heart.
She held that drop of blood on the tip of her tongue.
She could control it, keeping it there without letting it slide down.
"Of course I won't. Your blood is sweet—I couldn't bear to swallow it."
She said softly.
"That's right, don't swallow blood. Next time, swallow something else."
Li Tianming laughed heartily,