When Lin Tian's voice sounded in Zi Meir's mind, Zi Meir realized that she was still protected by someone.
"Grandpa, Mei, Mei knows she is wrong. Grandpa, please don't laugh at her anymore."
Zi Meir could hear the suppressed smile in Lin Tian's words, but when she thought of what she had just done, she was too embarrassed to raise her head.
"Okay, okay, Mei'er is a grown-up girl now, grandpa won't... Hahahaha" Lin Tian said that he had received professional training and would never laugh under normal circumstances.
However, when I saw Zi Meir's cute face curled up in a ball, I couldn't help myself.
"Grandpa, you!" Being interrupted by Lin Tian, Zi Meir's shame and anger disappeared for the most part, and unknowingly her relationship with Lin Tian became much closer.
Although Zi Meir has not yet transformed, she is not young. It's just that because the power of her bloodline is too strong, she needs a higher level of cultivation to transform.
When she thought of Lin Tian’s true appearance, she couldn’t help but blush, and her heart was slightly moved.
Although Lin Tian is of her grandfather's generation, the age difference is actually not that big, less than a hundred years.
Moreover, the concept of love among monsters is different from that of humans, so it is not impossible for the two monsters to become a couple.
However, thinking back to the ugly behavior she had just shown in front of her beloved, Zi Meir no longer had any thoughts, and the feelings that had just sprouted in her mind were directly extinguished.
"Okay, actually, what Mei'er did just now was already pretty good, but her method was a bit too harsh. If it was a little gentler, the effect might be better." Feeling that there was something wrong with Zi Mei'er's emotions, Lin Tian put away his smile and spoke to Zi Mei'er seriously.
"Please teach me, grandpa. I'm stupid and have no talent in this area." Zi Meir really didn't understand the key point of the experience taught by Lin Tian, but she was not polite and asked directly if she had any doubts.
"Mei'er, don't underestimate yourself. In fact, Mei'er is quite smart. It's just that this is your first time to learn about this, so you are unfamiliar with it."
“Then let’s take the example of the local dog you just saw.
I believe you have also seen that this dog has many shortcomings. Its bloodline is ordinary, it has a strange smell, its fur is messy, and its appearance is not good.
If you are more discerning, you can even point out all kinds of shortcomings.
But Meier, do you hate this dog?"
Zi Meir was also stunned when she heard this. Although this dog had various defects, to be honest, she really didn't hate this dog.
"I don't hate it, I even feel a little sorry for it!" Zi Meir said uncertainly. Her attitude towards this dog was at a level where she neither hated it nor liked it.
"That's right. Although it has various shortcomings, Mei'er can ignore them. What if I tell you that he is the murderer of your grandma and disguised himself as a local dog to monitor you?"
Lin Tian's words made Zi Meir's pupils tremble. Although she knew that this was impossible, Lin Tian's words made her feel convinced from the bottom of her heart.
It was obviously still the same local dog and there was no change, but Lin Tian's words subtly influenced her thinking.
He subconsciously believed that the murderer who hurt his grandma might have turned into a dog. This was definitely her weak spot. Once this point was touched, the mixed emotions of fear and anger directly filled Zi Meir's heart.
When Lin Tian took back his own blood, the effect on Zi Meir was gone, and Zi Meir recovered quickly. She looked at the dog again, still full of disgust.
All the shortcomings that seemed unimportant to her were now exposed.
She felt uncomfortable even when someone was a little closer to her.
"Grandpa, what's going on?" Zi Meir could sense that what Lin Tian used just now was the Qingqiu bloodline, but it was a technique she had never seen before.
Her grandmother is the current clan leader of Qingqiu, so it can be said that she knows nothing about the development of Qingqiu's bloodline.
But no. She was sure that even Zi Huangtian could not defeat Lin Tian with the power of blood.
She had a feeling that the Qingqiu bloodline route developed by Lin Tian was the right path.
However, what is popular in Qingqiu, using the power of blood to interfere with other people's thinking in battle, or even to create illusions, is a bit putting the cart before the horse.
It is obvious that one can influence other people's senses through blood ties, either to make them feel pity for oneself or to inspire hatred towards others, which is safer and more clever than doing it oneself.
If Lin Tian had not taken back his bloodline power, she really wanted to break the beast-controlling ring and kill the dog.
"Grandpa Lin Tian, I understand." Zi Meir's comprehension was not bad, she just didn't understand the key point that Lin Tian said. Now that Lin Tian demonstrated it to her personally, she understood it all at once.
"See, that's right! Of course, you may not be able to learn this skill yet, and the dog hasn't changed anything. I just saw your negative emotions and took advantage of them.
It’s actually easier to exploit what others like than to exploit their negative emotions, but these are things that are ingrained into your instincts, so there’s no need to learn them.”
After saying this, Lin Tian's voice disappeared, but Zi Meir was no longer confused. Instead, she wanted to wait until the next day to try it.
She could also feel that many monks had not given up on her.
Even most of the monks just hated the smell she gave off, not her.
Just like Grandpa said, she didn't find what these monks really hated, and these monks could overcome these unimportant flaws for her.
Sure enough, when Zi Meir was brought to the market the next day, a group of monks surrounded her again with magical instruments that could block the smell.
Just like yesterday, he pointed at Zi Meir and bargained with the boss.
However, because of Zi Meir's behavior yesterday, the boss relaxed and lowered the price by one thousand spirit stones.
At this moment, the eyes of these cultivators became even more intense, because less than five people could gather the nine thousand spirit stones, and capturing Zi Meir would be just around the corner.
However, facing this situation, Zi Meir was not anxious. She recalled Lin Tian's teachings yesterday and observed carefully the preferences of the leading few cultivators.
The richest of them, a round-faced monk, offered six thousand spirit stones. If nothing unexpected happened, it would be more than enough for several people to pool their money to buy Zi Meir.