As soon as these blood beads landed on the jar, they penetrated.
After a while, the jars began to shake slightly as if they were alive, and mist began to rise upwards.
The color of the mist coming out of each jar is different, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, which is exactly the seven colors.
The jar has a simple appearance, with complicated patterns painted on it.
The patterns look like insects but not insects, or animals but not beasts.
In the hazy mist, the patterns seem to be twisted and deformed as if alive, and the color gradually changes.
It was originally the same color as the milky white jar. , but then the color became more and more red There was obviously something in the jar.
The blood beads emerging from Fan Qianshi's fingertips began to form a line, rising into the air one by one, and mixed with the mist.
As Fan Qianshi did, the jars shook frequently, and there was a sound inside.
There was a dull scream, as if some evil beast was locked inside and being tortured, but could not escape.
The sound seemed to be that of countless innocent souls crying, which made one's teeth feel bitter.
The fog became thicker and thicker, and the patterns on the jars became more and more vivid.
Gradually, drops of liquid dripped from the patterns.
The liquid was pink, like the petals of peach blossoms blooming in the wind in March, and it looked very beautiful.
Fan Qianshi obviously spent a lot of energy doing this.
Before he could collect a few drops of the liquid, there were already beads of sweat on his forehead.
By the time he filled up a wine glass, he was already sweating through his clothes.
After he finished his work, the mist on the seven jars finally dissipated, and the patterns on the jars wilted like eggplants beaten by frost.
He let out a breath, waved his sleeves, and the seven jars turned into dust and disappeared.
He was holding the cup of precious liquid in his hand, with a faint smile on his lips.
He casually clicked on a certain switch and saw Gu Xijiu and Wu Wuyan sitting there separately, neither of them speaking.
His eyes fell on Wu Wuyan's face first, and he sighed softly.
Wu Wuyan was the most loyal dog under his command.
He was really reluctant to sacrifice her, but His eyes turned to Gu Xijiu's face again, and after a pause, there was a trace of passion and unwillingness in his eyes.
He has been working hard for so long and is about to succeed.
He will never allow his efforts to fall short.
He will never allow another day where he loses control he walked out When Fan Qianshi walked out of the screen again like Sadako, Gu Xijiu was not surprised at all, but was secretly on guard.
Wu Wuyan breathed a sigh of relief.
The master came out, and she was no longer afraid of what new tricks Gu Xijiu would come up with.
"You guys had a great time chatting," Fan Qianshi smiled, as if chatting casually.
"It's okay.
Miss Gu also told her subordinates interesting things about her pet."
Wu Wuyan didn't hide anything from Fan Qianshi.
Fan Qianshi remained calm and smiled: "Xijiu's pets are indeed quite fun, but they are not of much use."
"I treat them as friends, not as tools.
Why bother whether they are useful or not?"
Gu Xijiu taunted him with a raised lip.
Fan Qianshi shook his head slightly and said calmly: "Xijiu, remember one sentence, pets are pets, and they should be raised only if they are useful.
Since they are raised, they must be absolutely obedient, so that they will be truly obedient.
Only You follow your lead."
"Well, it seems that this is your master's guide to controlling beasts.
It is really not an ordinary cold-blooded one.
Then if one day they are seriously injured and become useless, do you have to kill them without hesitation or throw them away?"
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