The matter of the poisonous insect is over now.
Wang Jian taught Pan Qiran how to cultivate the insect, and Wang Jian took the opportunity to feed it his own blood. Wang Jian was attracted to the mutant insect, and eventually his soul was devoured.
It's like a cycle, a cycle of karma.
Wang Jian lost more than he gained, who can he blame?
"What about my brother?"
"If you're worried, take some blood from him and other people of the same age with similar backgrounds and put it into a device to measure activity levels.
"If the results are similar, then there should be no problem. If there are differences, then we can't change anything. Should we feed him some nutritional supplements?"
Si Jingyu thought Su Qingzhu, who used nutritional supplements as a panacea, was so cute that he couldn't help but rub her head.
"Forget it, I won't test it anymore. If the result is good, it's fine. But if it's bad, I'll have to think too much."
The main thing is that if there is a real problem, they can't change it, but will worry about it instead. It's better to have less trouble than more.
"Is it really an accident?"
"It's unexpected. It's fate."
Su Qingzhu smiled, "Okay, if there's no accident, then there's no accident."
After the two of them left the space, Si Jingyu went back to his grandparents, while Su Qingzhu simply stayed where she was to rest.
After lying in bed and thinking for a long time, Su Qingzhu got up and finally went to get Si Jingguo's blood sample. He then found Si Jingyu's men and asked them for blood samples.
A group of young men thought that the master was looking for disciples, and they rushed to ask her for blood. But she said she only wanted those over 28 years old, and everyone was very disappointed.
Others would like to recruit disciples who are as young as possible, so why do the masters of the sect require disciples to be so old?
I can’t figure it out.
Listening to their chatter, Su Qingzhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Si Jingyu, do you know that all your subordinates want to change jobs?
After taking the blood sample, Su Qingzhu went back upstairs and threw the blood sample into the space for testing.
The results showed that the activity was similar.
Su Qingzhu shook her head and laughed while holding the result. Can Si Jingyu rest assured now?
The two men downstairs were whispering to each other again.
"I'll just say Comrade Ling is up there."
"Did I say it wasn't Comrade Ling?"
"...That's obviously what you meant."
"no."
"that is."
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