The pill said a drop of blood, but it didn't say how big it was, Feng Jiuli dipped his finger in a little bit and bounced it in every time, and every time he bounced the blood into it, the pill that had already been formed suddenly collapsed and became a puddle of mud.

If it's really a matter of blood, then she's...

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