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Chapter Twenty-One: I Eat My Blood

Looking at our expectant eyes, Chunting smiled faintly.

Since he had long known Shen Lang's temperament, he didn't say anything about Shen Lang and didn't really get angry, he just used his finger to pop Shen Lang's head lightly, and saw Shen Lang holding his head in a wolflike manner.

But what came out of his mouth wasn't the answer we wanted.

I saw Chun Ting stretch out his hand to Ling Xuan, his palm was upward, and in his hand was the little dragon pen.

"Ling Xuan, you came here, I heard if there was any other smell on this pen."

When Ling Xuan heard Chunting's words, he was puzzled, but he still responded at the first time.

He took a step forward, then took the little dragon pen from Chunting's hand and put it on his nose to hear it seriously.

I thought Ling Xuan would find out after hearing the truth, but I didn't expect that as soon as this pen came close to his nose, his face showed such a smile.

Ling Xuan put the dragon pen back in my hand, and there was a hint in my gaze, as if he had figured out why I only heard the smell of cinnabar on this dragon pen, but found no other traces.

"In fact, the taste on this pen is very simple, in addition to the smell of cinnabar, there is also a taste left over after the blood has dried up.

Han Chuan, you are a kind-hearted person, and you have been through the life of an ordinary person before you met us, so you must have little contact with the smell of blood, and it is no wonder that you can't tell the difference. ”

After Ling Xuan finished speaking, he looked at Chunting with confidence, and Chunting smiled slightly, nodding at Ling Xuan with satisfaction, we understood that Chunting was signaling to us, and what Ling Xuan said was exactly what he was thinking.

The smell of blood that remains after it has dried up?

After I recognized the taste of cinnabar, because of my preconceived notions, I always thought that the dark red at the head of the dragon pen was just cinnabar, and I never considered other possibilities.

And the cinnabar color is red, and the blood is also red, according to Ling Xuan, since I don't have much contact with blood, it is very likely that I can't tell it for a while.

I wouldn't be surprised if Ling Xuan could find this smell of blood.

When I first saw Ling Xuan in Yang Guang's well-dressed mound that day, I took a closer look at his face, although he didn't look very old, but under that smiling face, there was a calm and old practice that did not match his age.

And his eye sockets are even more special, obviously different from ordinary people, triangular, shaped like a sick tiger, his eyes are bright, his eyes are blazing, his eyebrows are thin and like the moon on the wind, the corners of his mouth are like the moon on the back, and his expression is full of evil spirit and uneasiness, but it does not attract disgust.

And the main planner of the Battle of Jingjing, Yao Guangxiao, who was known as the black-clothed prime minister, had the same face as Ling Xuan.

At that time, the scholar Yuan Hui once commented on Yao Guangxiao, saying that he was a peculiar monk, with triangular eye sockets like a sick tiger, inevitable by nature, and a penchant for killing.

So I have guessed before, Ling Xuan may be the representative of force in this generation of Guan Shanzhong, and the high power of the Chun Pavilion will not be easy to move, so many things may be Ling Xuan to clear the obstacles for him.

Although we had always looked pleasant in front of him, I had always believed that if someone really touched his rebelliousness, he would never mind returning blood for a tooth.

And if you think about it, it is not impossible to say that this dragon pen has been stained with blood.

Although it is said that cinnabar is a pure yang thing that is known to be inviolable to all evils, but the blood of cultivators is also full of spiritual energy, and if fresh blood is used instead of cinnabar, this statement is also in the past.

But the most important reason is actually because this is Chunting's judgment, and I have no doubts about what Chunting said.

He has always been omnipotent in my knowledge, and from the time I knew him to the present, although there have been times when he did not understand certain things, but once he made the confirmation, there was never a mistake.

And the way he is now is so certain that I have no reason to be suspicious of him.

Since he said that this pen smelled of blood, then this pen must have been stained with blood.

As the so-called head is the head of the six suns, and blood is the source of spiritual energy, many cultivators use blood to draw talismans, and their purpose is to use their own spiritual qi to connect the heavens and the earth, in exchange for greater supernatural powers.

Could it be that we are now trying to replace cinnabar with fresh blood, and stain it with a dragon pen to light the idols?

But even if the guess is true, whose blood are we going to use?

Ling Xuan was like a roundworm in my stomach, and before I could open my mouth, he saw through my thoughts, and after hearing my shoulder, he looked at me and said in a sinister voice.

"Don't think about Han Chuan, if there is only one person in this group whose blood can be used to make an eye, then this person must be you."

After hearing what he said, I couldn't help but feel helpless for a while, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

It's hard to have a chance to make me feel so important, but this important premise is to let me bleed, I really don't know if I should cry or laugh.

I thought about the experience along the way, in the first layer of this Vientiane Shrine, what we are looking for now is the god seat of the Yellow Emperor and the statue of the earth mother of the earth, if so......

It's hard for me to be happy at this time, thinking of this, I smiled bitterly and looked at the crowd laughing at themselves.

"Did I say something in due course?"

Xue Nan heard that I was going to let blood again, looked at me with a snicker, and after hearing my wry smile, she unconsciously asked a question.

"What?"

I raised my head, looked at the image of Zhu Rong in front of me, and said the first thought that came to my mind word by word.

"I'll take my blood!"

And after hearing my words, everyone couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Although the meaning of the language is not very suitable here, it is really appropriate to interpret it literally, but if it is simply interpreted literally, then this sentence is really just right at this time.

Although there is still some helplessness, this is the only line of contact for us at the moment.

So I can only comfort myself in my heart, fortunately, this dragon pen is not big, and we are only used for eye-catching, if I want to paint the whole idol again, I am afraid that I will die of blood on the spot.

So I took a deep breath and handed the dragon pen to Chun Ting's hand, and then took the iron-like frost from Ling Xuan's hand again, and slashed my middle finger lightly without hesitation.

Frost Sky is worthy of being a divine weapon, and it is really a hair-picking short haircut, and as I move, I can only see a red line slowly appear on my middle finger.

Seeing this, I hurriedly put down the frosty sky, took the dragon pen from Chunting's hand, and dripped my blood on the pen.

And as my blood came into contact with the dragon pen, the dragon pen really took a new turn.