Finally, the bright red blood filled the entire teacup.
Qi Qingyun mercifully let go of his hand, and Shen Wuyou quickly took it back to heal his wound.
Looking at the deep marks, Shen Wuyou couldn't help but curse in his heart -
So fucking cruel!
If she were a human, she would have bled to death by now!
but...
This Qi Qingyun is quite interesting...
She looked at him, secretly sizing up his expression, and the more she looked, the more she felt there was something fishy going on.
The people he met before were not as calm as him. When they learned her identity, they would even tremble with excitement, their facial muscles tense, and they would want to pounce on her and devour her blood and flesh.
As for this person, although he is from a noble family and has a certain vision and mind, when he sees this thousand-year-old legend suddenly appear in the world, right in front of him, he may get the chance of rebirth that all living beings desire in the next second!
Is he really so calm?
In her sight, Qi Qingyun raised his hand, picked up the teacup and looked at it for a long time. Then, in her astonished eyes, he stretched out his index finger, dipped it in the blood, and slowly put it into his mouth, pursed his lips and tasted the flavor.
Then he stood up without changing his expression and threw the blood and the cup into the incense burner.
Then, a crimson flame suddenly ignited within the incense burner, then slowly died down after a few seconds. The interior returned to calm, but the precious teacup and the crimson blood were nowhere to be seen.
Not even a hint of the strange floral fragrance escaped.
"You...you just touched me, is it necessary to make me bleed so much?!"
Her blood was so precious, and now he had burned it all?!
But the instigator acted as if it had nothing to do with him, dragging his frail body that looked out of place, and said sarcastically:
"It's just a cup of blood. Will you die?"
Shen Wuyou suddenly became choked with anger, and a mouthful of blood got stuck in his throat.
Yes...I won't die...
But it hurts so much!
Not only does my wrist hurt, but now my heart aches too.
At this moment, she just wanted to slash the pale pretty boy opposite her to pieces, and make him even paler, as white as a corpse!
She slowly waited for her anger to subside, thinking that although it was stained with a little blood, he had at least put it in his mouth and tasted it. Even if he was not poisoned to death, he would at least have some reaction.
Then she suddenly began to gloat over his misfortune.
Looking at him with burning eyes, my mood became better and better...
good...
good...
Well... no more!
"How come you're okay?!" she asked in surprise.
Time passed by minute by minute, but the person in front of him was still resting his eyes leisurely. Because he was close to the incense burner, a wisp of white smoke was lingering all over his body, as if he was filled with fairy air.
Look at his straight body and calm expression, how does he look like a person who has been ill for a long time?
Qi Qingyun listened to her abrupt voice, glanced back at her, and continued to stand beside the incense burner, closing his eyes and concentrating. His pale lips parted slightly, as if mocking a country bumpkin who had never seen the world:
"What should I do?"
"Poisoned. Even if he doesn't die, he will be half-crippled." She stared at him strangely, stood up and walked a few steps forward to stand in front of him, observing his expression closely.
He whispered, "Those who drank my blood were poisoned to death. Their eyes were bloodshot, their faces blackened, and they bled from all seven orifices... Why didn't you feel anything?"
"A bunch of mortals are worthy of competing with me?" He suddenly snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, without even opening his eyes.
Shen Wuyou successfully grasped the key point. His eyes wandered as he suddenly asked softly, "But your body is that of a mortal?"
"Heh..." He sneered again, but this time he didn't say anything shocking. Instead, he suddenly opened his eyes, stared at her dangerously and gloomily, and said with a raised lip:
"What? Did you get any useful information?"
"Hehe... not really..."
She smiled dryly and swallowed hard, "After all, I'm in your hands now. Only when you're strong can I be safe. So, I have to understand you first and prepare, right?"
"Then keep your mouth shut." He glanced at her sideways, then finally left the exquisite and luxurious incense burner and turned to walk downstairs.
Shen Wuyou looked at his back and sighed silently.
It's really difficult...
While Qi Qingyun was going downstairs, she approached the incense burner and looked at it carefully for a long time, but she couldn't see anything. She wanted to reach out and scoop out some ashes, but the scorching heat irritated her.
"Ghost General." She whispered with her spiritual sense.
The ghost in the storage ring had been leisurely for a long time, and now when he was suddenly called, the whole ghost was so excited that he wanted to jump out!
"Master, I'm here—"
"Enter the soul."
"Okay, Master...ah...?" The ghost general was stunned, thinking he had misheard, so he asked again in disbelief, "Master, what did you say?"
"Enter the soul." She was a little anxious, so her tone was a lot heavier. She didn't know when Qi Qingyun would come back, and her time was limited.
"Master, this... is okay!" The ghost general didn't quite agree, but when he was about to speak, he suddenly felt her unquestionable attitude and immediately straightened his face.
As soon as he finished speaking, his huge body shrouded in black mist suddenly disappeared into the storage ring.
At the same time, Shen Wuyou's five fingers, as white and tender as the tips of scallions, suddenly grew and stretched out, and the sharp black nails were like the sharp claws of evil spirits from hell, emitting a gloomy chill.
For a ghost slave to enter one's soul, one must have full trust in it, or in other words, one must ensure that the ghost slave cannot erode one's consciousness and interfere with one's mind.
Shen Wuyou and the Ghost General are of the same rank. If the Ghost General has any ill intentions at this moment, her soul will be seriously injured or even devoured!
The ghost was puzzled. In its opinion, the master was digging his own grave.
It wanted to warn him, but when it was met with the burning seriousness of its master's expression, that firm expression filled with trust...
Suddenly it was speechless.
A surge of warmth suddenly surged in my heart. To be honest, this feeling of being trusted unwaveringly was flattering, ecstatic, and indescribably complex.
It is just a ghost slave with no support and no past or present life. It is just a puppet that is shouted at and ordered around by everyone. It is just...it...actually, it is nothing...
What virtue and ability did I have to earn the master's unquestioning trust?
It can't think of it, and it doesn't have time to think of it.
In short, when its spiritual consciousness was infinitely close to Shen Wuyu's spiritual consciousness without any barrier, an idea suddenly emerged in its mind, a loyal idea that would never betray!
Shen Wuyou didn't notice its thoughts. He just quickly glanced at his own terrifying nails, and then carefully inserted his nails into the carved gaps of the incense burner.
Then he slowly picked up a small piece of fine gray incense ash, then gently retracted his fingernail, placed the pile the size of a fingernail in the palm of his hand, and twisted it with his fingers that had returned to normal.
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