Ten minutes later.
In the quiet, dark cabin, Mo Ling silently spat a drop of bright-red blood from her mouth into her palm.
She stared at the bead of blood in her hand. After remaining silent for a long while, she clenched it tightly.
Lin An, I won't let you die.
She murmured inwardly.
Mo Ling carefully drew the bead of blood back into her body. On her lowered head, a trace of regret silently flashed through her eyes.
It wasn't nearly enough. A single drop of blood contained too little information.
To guard against the unexpected, she needed more.
"Not doing it works too. Your mouth is fine, idiot Lin An."
Half an hour later.
Dragon Security Inner City, the highest Conference Hall.
In the enormous conference hall, which could hold ten thousand people, Lin An's brows were slightly furrowed, his heart filled with uncertainty.
He paid no attention to the excited and reverent gazes filling the hall as everyone waited for him to begin the meeting. At that moment, he had actually spaced out.
Is it related to the Black Domain?
What exactly did Mo Ling come into contact with? What does she want to say? Is something threatening her?
The Meme watching me? Is it alive?
There were too many questions.
From the moment he left Mo Ling's Cabin until now, Lin An had been unable to determine what Mo Ling was trying to tell him.
However, he had also realized that Mo Ling's abnormal behavior was not a momentary impulse. Her so-called desire for a child had another reason.
He recalled the moment when Mo Ling had been "unwilling" to discuss the Black Domain, as well as her stubborn demand to take a drop of his blood.
Lin An faintly sensed that an unimaginably profound secret