After Deng Weixian's godfather finished speaking, he let go of the hand holding Deng Weixian.

The moment it was released, Deng Weixian's right hand suddenly retracted.

It's an instinctive knee-jerk reaction, and it's not controlled at all.

But Deng Weixian's hand was only halfway back, and his retraction of his hand was sudden, and his whole body froze there, motionless.

As the piercing pain was weakened, sanity that had been dispelled returned.

Deng Weixian had stood up unconsciously, and his entire upper body was holding the clay pot weakly.

His whole body was trembling slightly, and it was evident that the sudden pain had made him still feel palpitations.

The small clay pot seemed to be connected to the Nine Hidden Underworlds, and when he put his hand into it, he could feel a chill that froze through his soul, making his soul tremble.

The ice muscles are cold in the inside, and the wind is cold in the bones.

According to instinct, Deng Weixian naturally wanted to escape from such unbearable pain immediately.

But the regained sanity stopped his next move.

Deng Weixian turned his head numbly and looked at the figure beside him.

Faces and figures were shrouded in shadows under the cloak, and it looked only pitch black.

But even so, Deng Weixian could still feel that there were two scorching eyes staring at him.

"Don't make a sound, at least hold on for ten breaths, the longer the better."

The previous words echoed in his mind again.

At this moment, the coldness in his heart instantly spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but ignore the constant pain on the half of his hands that were still in the jar.

Deng Weixian only hesitated for a moment, and then fiercely stuffed the hand that had withdrawn half of it back into it again.

Not only that, but he didn't even have his other free hand idle, and followed him into the clay pot.

Deng Weixian did all this, and the bloodshot in his eyes became even thicker.

The reason that had just recovered some was instantly washed away, and it was full of madness.

"Uh-uh-uh......"

Deng Weixian's face was bruised, his teeth were clenched, and his mouth let out a meaningless roar, like a beast fighting for his life.

Seeing such a scene, Li Xuan, who was secretly peeking, couldn't help but fall into shock.

Who would have thought that a thirteen-year-old boy could be so cruel to himself.

Li Xuan didn't know what was inside the clay pot, but based on Deng Weixian's reaction alone, it was not difficult to see how painful it was to put his hand in.

But Deng Weixian not only did not retreat, but even opened his arms to embrace the pain.

Deng Weixian's immature face was constantly distorted and deformed under the torture of pain, and began to cry uncontrollably, saliva dripping from his mouth, and he was embarrassed and not human.

His eyes gradually whitened, and he had been holding on for more than ten breaths.

It's just that now he probably doesn't have the strength to pull his hand out anymore.

Deng Weixian couldn't hold on any longer, rolled his eyes, and completely lost consciousness.

His body was limp and collapsed, but the collar behind him was hooked by a slender finger, slowly lifting his body up.

Deng Weixian's body continued to rise, and his hands were slowly lifted out of the clay pot.

At this time, his hands were stained with a sticky dark blue liquid, which was slowly dripping down and dripping back into the clay pot.

"What the hell is this?"

Li Xuan, who was hiding in the dark, widened his cat's eyes and looked at him curiously.

But now Deng Weixian is unconscious, and his godfather doesn't seem to have the habit of talking to himself and explaining to others, so Li Xuan can only watch and be anxious.

Deng Weixian's godfather carried him and patiently waited for the liquid in his hands to dry up.

This process was very fast, because Li Xuan found that while the liquid was dripping, it would also be quickly absorbed by Deng Weixian's skin.

The palm part, in particular, absorbs significantly faster than the arm part.

But there is obviously a limit to this absorption, and the process of absorption is very obvious at first, but then it becomes slower and slower, and finally even directly stagnates.

Finding that the absorption stopped, Deng Weixian's godfather no longer waited, and used his other hand to support Deng Weixian's arms, and then went down, and the invisible force directly carried the liquid remaining on the arm, and the brush fell back into the clay pot, and not a drop was wasted.

Then he sealed the clay pot, and then brought Deng Weixian and the clay pot into the room, and came out in less than a moment.

He didn't linger in the courtyard for long, and disappeared silently, the shadow disappearing along the eaves.

The courtyard was silent and silent.

Li Xuan was not in a hurry, and patiently squatted in the bushes, planning to take a nap for a while.

There is also a late-night rule for late nights, and everyone has to line up and take turns to do things.

That's how it can be organized.

After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, the figure of the small table appeared in the courtyard on time, and then moved away in a familiar direction.

In a way, he is also an excellent talent who is not inferior to Deng Weixian.

Li Xuan got out of the bushes, shook his head, and shook off the dead branches and leaves that stuck to his body.

He couldn't help but shake his head as he watched the small table disappear in the darkness.

If this attachment is used on the right path, I am afraid that the future is immeasurable.

"It's a pity that it's a pervert."

Li Xuan didn't think much about the small table, and couldn't wait to open the window and enter Deng Weixian's room.

He is now very skilled in turning over the window, and he can already be silent, and he is a qualified little thief cat.

After entering the room, with his excellent night vision, he clearly saw Deng Weixian on the bed.

After experiencing the previous toss, Deng Weixian's breathing at this time was extremely deep, and he was afraid that Li Xuan would not wake him up if he demolished the house in front of him.

Li Xuan did not rush to find the trace of the clay pot, but first went to check Deng Weixian's state at this time.

Deng Weixian's clothes were soaked, and although he fell asleep, his brows were slightly wrinkled.

"Breathing, heartbeat, and pulse are fine, and it doesn't seem to be as weak as it used to be."

Li Xuan put his ears to his body and examined his body.

The little paws are still touching here, touching there.

It turned out that one of his arms was cold, and his palms were like two lumps of ice.

And Li Xuan found that the originally red bloodshot in his palm turned blue.

Not only that, but the blood that had turned blue was slowly spreading on its own, as if it were piercing the tendons on his palm.

Other than that, there are no other changes in Deng Weixian's body.

"It doesn't seem like a problem."

Li Xuan put his mind at ease and continued to check the room, only to see the clay pot on the table at a glance.

The clay pot is placed there generously, and it is very conspicuous.

Obviously, Deng Weixian's godfather put the clay pot here, so that Deng Weixian, who woke up, could see it at the first time.

This saved Li Xuan the effort of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

He quickly jumped onto the table, stood up and opened the lid of the clay pot.

As the lid was lifted, a rich fragrance rushed into the tip of his nose, making Li Xuan couldn't help but take a deep breath, revealing a look of intoxication.

"It smells so good."

He couldn't help but take two more puffs, then stuck his head in the jar to look.

I saw that the jar was filled with a dark blue liquid, and it was quietly exuding a cold air.

Li Xuan silently raised a paw, and couldn't help licking the tip of his pink nose with some nervousness.

He remembered Deng Weixian's embarrassed appearance before, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive when it was his turn.

But Deng Weixian gritted his teeth and endured it, and he had no reason to retreat.

Li Xuan did a good job of psychological construction, and slowly stretched out a paw.

His arms were short, and he could only take turns putting his claws in.

If you put both paws in at the same time, it is easy to fall directly into the clay pot.

Then the fun will be great.

The little cat's paws curled up in a ball, trembling downward, getting closer and closer to the liquid in the clay pot.

"Shhhh

The moment the two came into contact, Li Xuan gasped, his eyes widened subconsciously, and only one thought flashed in his mind.

"It seems to be a little cold."