Twisted, stretched fingers clenched into fists, and the witch let her blood trickle down the gap between her fingers, dripping into the bowl below. A puzzling scene also happened at this moment, and the moment I saw the seemingly ordinary blood and the turbid decoction blending, it was as if a drop of grease had fallen into the flames.

In the blink of an eye, a wave of heat rose from the bowl, carrying the smoke from the unknown reaction, and like a burning bird screaming and breaking free from its restraints and flying into the air, not only Ilona was so frightened that she took half a step back, but even the Merisandre Witch herself hurriedly retreated and used her hands to protect her body, for fear of being ......

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