The cultivation level of everyone here is not low, and the five senses have almost reached their peak. Even a small native dog with a low level of cultivation has a very sensitive sense of smell, so he naturally smelled the smell of blood that suddenly appeared in the air.
Thatcher Feng was the only one who looked strange now, and they immediately thought that Xiaoniao had been seriously injured in the temple.
The little native dog immediately stepped forward to comfort him.
Beckett Yan reacted faster than Xiao Rong. He stepped forward and held Thatcher Feng's hand covering his mouth, and patted the little bird's back gently with his other hand.
Thatcher Feng coughed more violently this time than before, and he could use heart and lung discomfort as an excuse before. But now he couldn't. He coughed so much that a little blood oozed from between his fingers.
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