Sally teleported back to her own tent and began cleaning her wound.
The 24th generation looked at the blood on the corner of Yase's lips, suddenly drew closer, and leaned down almost indulgently to lick his lips, "The taste is so good! I told you, as soon as she bleeds, she is mine!"
'Boom—' It sounded like a fist hitting a sandbag, "You are using the lifeblood of the Abel Clan to provoke me!"
"Hehe, so what if I am!" The 24th's face was pale, but his smile was even more dazzling, revealing a kind of sinister and crazy charm.
...
Sally, following her memory, ascended the staircase to the third floor.
A tightly closed black metal door came into view—it was the 24th's room.
She walked over to it and said to Xiaomei, "Open it."
'Cre-eak—' The door opened.
Sally entered.
In the spotlessly clean room, the black bed was covered with fluffy white bedding, soft as clouds and inviting comfort at a glance.
