"Patriarch, come on!" Kazama shouted behind him.

"Good!" replied the patriarch, shoving the bottle into my hand, turning and running towards Forget Yan and Kazama.

"Cover the bottle and come over too!" the patriarch did not forget to turn back to me and instruct.

Oh my God, he didn't even see what I had just seen, my fingers had been caught in the bottle by the tongue of the frog!

I struggled to break my fingers out of the bottle, but they were numb and swollen. I didn't feel good, but I nodded at him anyway.

"What's wrong?" the patriarch was not reassured, but he folded back again, lifted my hand, and whispered in his mouth.

I followed his gaze into the bottle, and saw that the entire middle finger had been dragged into the bottle by the tongue of the frog, and a thick red line of blood was gurgling into the frog's body with my blood!

Without saying a word, the patriarch grabbed my palm with one hand and the transparent bottle containing the frog with the other, and pulled it to both sides, hoping that I could break free.

I saw that the frog was like crazy, the tip of its tongue pierced into my fingertips, and it would not let go, and a pair of swollen eyes flashed greedily, staring at my face through the bottle. I could almost feel my blood whistling through my body, running to my fingertips, over the frog's tongue, and pouring into it!

Where is it a "frog", bright red blood is injected into its body, the burnt yellow of its body surface is gradually replaced by red, and the heavy red begins to smudge its entire body from the inside out, and it becomes a red frog! What is even more terrifying is that its body also begins to swell, and in the space of that small transparent bottle, it grows irrepressibly!

What does this damned, crazy frog want to do?! Isn't it just searching for and storing the blood of the Blood King? How can it suck blood at will without discernment?

My blood is draining, my fingers are getting swollen, and the frog is swollen, and I have to break free from its grip and adsorption immediately!

"You turn your head away. The patriarch commanded me in a deep voice.

I knew he was going to split the bottle.

I turned my head to look at Wangyan, just in time to see Kazama pinching Wangyan's cheek and sending the Crimson Pill into his mouth - as long as Wuyan could wake up, it would all be worth it.

A buzzing tremor passed from the palm of my hand to my arm, and I turned my head to see that the patriarch's palm had left the bottle, and the bottle was unharmed.

"This bottle is made of unknown things and cannot be broken. The patriarch frowned. He took a deep look at me, and suddenly it was as if he had been hit by something, and the color on his face instantly faded clean.

"Don't be afraid, I'll look for a hard object, you can bear with it a little longer. Kindness...... ...... "The patriarch's voice suddenly became extremely soft, and he whispered softly to me, his tone was gentle and distressed.

It seemed that no one had ever spoken to me so softly, not even my brother, and my heart was so hot that I wanted to cry.

The patriarch reached out and brushed my short curly hair lightly, as if it were afraid of alarming me.

"No...... Let me give it a try. I pressed back my inexplicable tears and looked at the swollen frog in the bottle, and in just a moment, it was almost full of the bottle—this mad frog, look how much blood it had sucked me!

I stared at the red, swollen frog in the bottle and felt dizzy.

I steadied myself. Take a deep breath.

"Spirit Wings, Good Intentions, Smash this bottle, free my fingers!" I commanded calmly, clearly, and loudly.

The forehead suddenly blaze, and a beam of purple light erupted and hit the transparent bottle in front of him.

I only heard a very light and light "boom", and the transparent bottle body instantly shattered into curling smoke and dust. The smoke and dust gradually dispersed, revealing my hands and the phantom frog with a tongue attached to the tip of my finger.

Now, it's exposed to the light of day.

The tongue was like a rope, one end stuck in my fingertips, and the other end hung from the body of a wandering frog.

It looked up at my face, its bulging eyes glinting with a strange and greedy light, and its body was extremely heavy—even then, it still hadn't withdrawn its tongue, it was still sucking my blood!

This time, without waiting for any of my commands, the patriarch reached out his palm and slashed through the frog's straight tongue.

The tongue is broken. The frog retracted half of its tongue and fell to the ground.

The other half of my tongue was still stuck in my fingertips, and blood was dripping from my fingertips and over half of my tongue.

The patriarch was quick to grasp the half of his tongue that had remained in my hand, and gently pulled it off. Blood poured out of my fingertips.

The patriarch grabbed my hand, took out a small porcelain box from his bosom, opened the lid with one hand, picked out some paste and smeared it on my fingers, and the blood immediately froze.

I stared at the blood dripping from the ground, smelled a fragrant smell in my nose, and suddenly a heart-scratching hunger hit me - the bloodthirsty instinct of the Shadow Clan that lurked deep within me was awakened, and when I knew I wasn't human at all, my bestiality could no longer be suppressed.

"......I heard the patriarch calling me softly, and I even knew what he wanted to say, but there was a film in my ears, and I could not hear it exactly, but I felt that my sense of sight and smell was insane: the blood that fell in the grass, my own blood, shone brightly, and the fragrance of the blood, like a bird fluttering its wings, tempted my nostrils as far as near.

I couldn't hear anything, and slowly crouched down.

Right next to the blood dripping from the grass, there lay the red, swollen frog, its cheeks, and its belly, as it gasped—it must have never searched for or stored so much blood, and its tiny body could not bear it. But its eyes were still greedy, and it struggled to tilt its head and stare at me, there was so much blood in its body that the blood red soaked into its eyeballs, but it didn't know it, and stared at me with a dead and crazy streak, as if it had found a treasure.

"You greedy little frog," I whispered, reaching out to lift the heavy frog, placing it in my hand, and slowly standing up, "never grab what doesn't belong to you." ”

“...... Meiyi ......" suddenly a person's voice sounded behind him, calling my name.

The voice was like a beam of light, piercing through the beastly barrier that I had risen and shining on me.

My heart shook so hard that I heard a soft "pop" sound, something burst in my palm, and a warm, fragrant fishy sweetness splashed on my face.