The day passed quickly, and when night came, the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the whole village, adding a bit of mystery to it.

The cup technique was passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors in the Gongga village through countless generations, and because it was rumored that the person who gave the cup would be cursed, few people had tried this cup technique for thousands of years.

Everything was well prepared, and in the evening the man was carried by several men from the stockade to a cave in the back mountain.

The facilities in the cave are simple, especially conspicuous is a large steaming water tank in the middle, and on the high stone platform sits an old man with snow-white hair and a talisman painted on his face.

The old man did not open his eyes, but he also saw everything in the cave, stroked his long beard, and said slowly, "Drip your blood into this vat." ”

The woman, who had been walking in front of the crowd, took the blade handed by the man next to her, lifted her sleeve and cut her fingers, letting drops of blood drip into the steaming water tank.

Everything was ready, and at the signal of the old man, the man was put into the jar by several men, and then took the wooden lid next to it to cover it, and then retreated.

The woman hesitated for a moment, but then asked, "Is this really no problem?" ”

"It's too late for you to regret it now." The old man sitting on the high seat spoke, his expression was solemn, and he didn't say much, but his two eyes that saw through the world slowly opened and looked at the bewitching and beautiful woman.

"No regrets!" The woman's tone was still firm.

She wanted this man, and she never changed her original intention from the beginning. Even if the man marries another woman and lets another woman give birth to his child, she still wants him.

"Then you go out and wait first, and then come back in two hours." The old man waved his hand, and two young men appeared.

"I want to see it with my own eyes." The woman asked again, leaving the man here alone, and she was not at ease.

The older man closed his eyes and said nothing, and the two younger men were silent, just making a gesture to ask them to go out.

The woman's heart was unwilling, but she still couldn't go against their will. A short separation can be exchanged for being together forever, she is willing.

The wait was always long and grinding, two hours was not a long time, but it seemed like a long time for the woman who had been anxiously waiting at the entrance of the cave.

She didn't know what was going on inside, and wanted to sneak in to see it, but she was worried about disturbing the archmage's cup.

I don't know how many times I walked back and forth anxiously, and immediately stood still when I heard a voice coming from inside.

She looked at the people who came out and rushed in without asking anything. She didn't look at the old man on the high platform, but rushed directly to the water tank and opened the wooden lid.

After confirming that the man in the tank was still there, the woman exhaled, and then looked up at the old man on the high platform: "How is he?" ”

"Let someone carry him back, and when he wakes up, he'll be yours." After that, the old man beckoned, and someone immediately came to help.

When he wakes up, he'll be yours.

This sentence made the woman's heart surge with excitement, she was waiting for such a sentence, waiting for such a moment.

When this man wakes up, he will be hers, all her thoughts will be his, and he will stay by her side obediently.

With her ideals as his ideals, and her hobbies as his preferences, she is all he has, the favorite in his heart.