Its flow is still warm.
Fu Qian was originally standing at the edge of the hall, not in direct danger.
Yet, being the Pathfinder Knight, how could he let the Pontiff touch such a sacrilegious item?
Even before the blood fell to the ground, Fu Qian stepped forward, shielding the Witch behind him.
Not only that, he even reached out to catch the first strand of arterial blood of the day.
"Yes, yes... just like that!"
His actions seemed to greatly excite the thief above, who burst into a chilling laugh.
"Touch it, feel it... this isn't ordinary blood! This is something those fools were never worthy of witnessing!"
Can't you fix the problem with the low density of information thanks?
Do you really need to say it's not simple? Talk about why it's not simple, that might be interesting.
Of course, even though the thief was emotionally invested, he still could not garner any praise.
At that moment, Fu Qian shook his head inwardly, while still fiddling with what was in his hand.
