Four Young Master Han Yu!

In truth, Bai Yifei's habit of drinking blood was not an unforgivable crime.

It was simply that his method was wrong.

Ye Qingcang was a transmigrator.

He possessed the basic understanding of a modern person.

Therefore, in his view, Bai Yifei's need for blood was very easy to resolve. Setting other factors aside, Bai Yifei could simply pay to buy blood. In fact, this approach would be even more welcome than the unpaid blood donations of the modern era. As long as the amount drawn was controlled, there would be no problem. And if other factors were considered, Bai Yifei would not even need to pay. He was, after all, a marquis with a fiefdom. He could have the households in his territory donate blood for free. Theoretically, there were three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, with the occasional three hundred and sixty-six-day leap year every four years. Using three hundred and sixty-five days as the standard, if one person donated two hundred milliliters of blood a day, then five people would provide one thousand milliliters for Bai Yifei to drink. Over the course of a year, only one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five people would be needed. There would be no need to worry about harming anyone's health.

If the scale was expanded further.

Excluding the elderly and children.

With five thousand people taking turns.

It would be enough for Bai Yifei to drink until he burst.

It was simply a matter of choosing the best among the good.

Once one had tasted finer food, one would no longer yearn for wild vegetables.

The blood of young girls and infants truly tasted better.

One still possessed her primordial yin.

The other had not lost its innate essence.

But Blood Cloak Fortress was not short of young girls.