The patriarch couldn't help but voice the consequences of his fears.After all, there are two conditions for this approach.First, there are people who are willing to give their lives and exchange blood with each other.The second is that the other party loves, and it is also the most important point.The patriarch said: "If Artha doesn't love you so much......
Qianqiu glanced at him coldly: "No if, even if there is, it's your problem." ”"......" the patriarch fell silent, forget me shut up.Finally.The patriarch began the exchange of blood.During the exchange process, the party with the tattoo will not have any pain.The pain is on the other side.Qianqiu looked at the gradually flowing blood with an indifferent expression.She looked at the boy, the tattoos clinging to his skin fading and dissipating.She was in a good mood, slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and her eyes softened.The patriarch was terrified.If it weren't for seeing the increasingly pale face of the girl in front of him, he would almost have thought that there was nothing wrong with her.He finally couldn't help but ask, "You, don't you feel it?"
”"What does it feel?"
Chiaki asked lightly."
This is a blood exchange......
"Why are you laughing instead, doesn't it hurt?"
He remembered that he had seen the previous patriarch perform such rituals.Painful wails and screams for mercy.Halfway through, the blood exchange was terminated.One of the parties lost so much blood that although it stopped halfway, it still did not escape death.The other party also followed the martyrdom.They came with high expectations, but in the end they were defeated by the pain and became a tragedy.Qianqiu's tone was still flat: "What's the problem?"
”The "......" patriarch began to wonder if his original memory was deranged.Really don't feel anything?
He simply stopped talking and began to concentrate on the ritual.Halfway through, the tattoos on Arsa's body had gradually shifted out along with the blood.His eyelashes began to flutter slightly.The patriarch was stunned for a moment, and then said in a panic: "Don't let him wake up!"
”As soon as his words fell, it was too late.The effects of the medicine on the boy's body began to dissipate as the blood was exchanged.With the strength of his body, he woke up early.Arsa slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.When he glanced at Qianqiu beside the bed, his eyes froze, and he immediately burst into a well-behaved smile and wanted to reach over.He felt something again.Blood is exchanged in the body, and tattoos are constantly flowing.His movements quickly froze, and he realized something was wrong.He was just about to do something, when a white and slender palm reached over and covered his eyes.He could feel the girl's palm slightly cool, exuding a faint fragrance and a familiar taste.The smell of the curse......
He felt her body temperature drop, and wanted to pull her hand down to see what was going on.Qianqiu leaned down and sprayed the breath in the young man's ear, and said in a shallow voice: "Good, don't look at this, children." ”"No......" he tried to struggle.Chiaki reached over with her other hand and pressed her index finger against the flap of his lip.The boy's words were stopped, and her fingertips rubbed slightly against her lips, then to the corners of her lips and cheeks.There was a cold chill all the way, but with a sense of comfort.He was so weak that he couldn't exert any strength."
Go back to sleep.""
Hmm......" he wanted to say something.His voice was low, a voice coming from his throat.It was like the last warning of the young beast, mixed with a wail of extreme fear.Please.Don't leave, okay?