Mobile reading "Today is a full moon."
After the man came out, he kept looking at An Qing with a pair of bright eyes.
His thin lips moved slightly, but what he said was not any words of concern, but such a paradoxical statement.
If he hadn't accepted the plot, An Qing might have thought it was a little strange, but when he heard it now, he only felt it was ironic: "So what if the moon is full?"
An Qing raised his eyebrows and asked without a trace of warmth in his voice.
The man didn't seem to expect An Qing to say this, but he frowned a little more and repeated: "Today is the full moon."
"So what if the moon is full, I have never asked for anything from you.
It was just pity before, does this still become a reason?"
An Qing listened to the man repeating another sentence, thinking of the miserable life of the original owner, his teeth gritted. , looked at him with a pair of cold eyes, and said sarcastically.
"I was injured before, and I need your blood."
An Qing's words were very straightforward.
Although this man was no longer alive, he still felt guilty after being told so bluntly, and his cheeks were still slightly red.
But this was just another explanation from him.
"If you are injured, I need to give you blood.
If one day I am injured and need your help, what will you do?"
An Qing sighed, looked at the man and asked with deep meaning.
The man stared at An Qing and didn't speak for a long time.
When An Qing thought he probably wouldn't say anything, he said with a hint of hoarseness in his voice: "If you are hurt, I will avenge you.
Who hurt you?"
One share, I want his life.”
An Qing looked up at the man, and saw that the man's eyes were not evasive, and he showed a somewhat complicated smile.
He reached out and took out a knife from his pocket, and cut a cut on his middle finger, and the blood dripped directly on it.
He said on the black stone: "Remember what you said, if one day you break your promise, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life."
The man didn't calm down, he just shrunk and turned into smoke and returned to the black stone.
When all the blood was gone, the stone became as small as before and only the size of a person's thumb.
An Qing looked at the black one for a while, but instead of putting it back on like the original owner, he threw it directly into his backpack.
In the thick black smoke, the man sat cross-legged, with a drop of bright red between his eyebrows eye-catching.
Four black fog-condensed figures carrying various weapons stood guard beside him, but he said to the man in the middle: "Master.
"Come on, I'm afraid that woman is already suspicious, so please make a decision soon, otherwise I'm afraid the revenge plan will be difficult to achieve."
"Kill her, I'm afraid she will wake up soon.
Let alone revenge, nothing can be done.
Don't act rashly.
I have my own ideas."
When several figures thought they would not get a response from the man, he slowly opened his eyes.
After opening his eyes, a pair of sparkling eyes glanced at several figures and said without any emotion.
"The Lord is right.
The Tao family's eighteen-year underworld marriage is about to begin.
It's up to the Tao family to do it.
By then, we just have to reap the benefits."
Several figures also wanted to say What, I saw a woman in white clothes slowly emerging from the smoke while shaking a feather fan.
"That's right, it's best to use her knife to cut her flesh."
After hearing the words of the woman in white, several figures laughed, their voices full of ill intentions, but the man did not refute after hearing this.
He frowned slightly and closed his eyes again.
Maybe they were afraid that Mr.
Tao would find out something.
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For three days after An Ran got the painting, An Ran and Li Ma stayed at the Tao family's old house without going out.
They were as honest as Mr.
Tao wanted.
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