An Eyesore

"Gulp~"

Red Count could not tear his gaze away from Rocks's headless corpse, swallowing continuously.

What was the difference between placing such high-quality blood before a vampire and placing drugs before an addict?

His eyes had practically turned green.

"Hey, hey, hey! What do you think you're doing, old man? That's my body!"

Red Count's greedy gaze made Blackbeard break out in goosebumps. He spread his arms and stood in front of his own corpse.

"Don't be so stingy. It would be wasted anyway, so we might as well put the blood in jars." Red Count looked around. "Which one of you brought jars?"

Obviously, no one would carry jars around with them at all times.

The germaphobic Red Count frowned tightly and used Blood Sword to carve a stone trough from the cave wall.

At worst, he could sterilize it before drinking it once they returned.

"Move. You're blocking the way."

"Hey! If you dare touch my body, old man, I'll fight you to the death!"

"Enough!"

Zephyr's thunderous roar stopped the two from arguing. He slowly closed Aokiji's eyes, tears streaming down his face.

"Um..." Lin Qi did not know how to interrupt the sorrowful atmosphere. "Aokiji still has one breath left. With my blood, he probably won't die."

Lin Qi placed a bottle of blood beside Zephyr.

Zephyr: "..."

At his age, was it easy for him to squeeze out a few tears?

Give him back his grief. Give him back his tears.

After an unknown amount of time, Aokiji slowly opened his eyes. He touched his severed body in disbelief. It had actually been reattached.

"You saved me?" He looked at everyone in the cave in surprise.

It was astonishing that such injuries could be healed.

"Aokiji, you're awake." Zephyr walked over, relieved. "Lin Qi saved