Mo Yunfeng didn't understand it at first, but only after seeing Bei Chenying and others holding back their laughter, did he realize it.
"Miss Su, don't be joking, this..." Mo Yunfeng was about to go crazy.
Su Luo feigned an angry look at him, but in the end, helpless, he took out the dagger and cut it at his snow-white wrist.
Yanhua's dagger was incomparably sharp, with a chilling air.
Although it was only scratched lightly, the wound was not small. Yin Hong's blood gurgled out, and soon there were as many as half a bowl.
At this time, I don't know if it was the effect of Scarlet Scrophularifolia. The wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, the original bright red wound on Su Luo's right wrist only left a shallow wound. of scars.
It turned out to be like this... healed
It's absolutely impossible to fake it. All of a sudden, everyone was deeply shocked.
Especially Mo Yunfeng, at this time his eyes were completely round, and he could not wait to make a hole in Su Luo's wrist.
What amazing blood! Mo Yunfeng's eyes shone brightly. The blood of this red-blooded scrophularia can definitely be as stated in the book, it can live and die, and it can also prolong life and increase cultivation!
"Now you can get out." Nangong Liuyun's eyes were cold, and he immediately ordered to evict the guest.
"You're not welcome here, get out of here!" Bei Chenying had a dark face.
Mo Yunfeng got the result he wanted, and he didn't care about their bad attitude. He cautiously held the half bowl of precious blood and left happily.
study.
Mo Yunfeng took the blood of the red-blooded scrophularia, and walked quickly to the heavy place of the study.
"Father, it's from blood." Mo Yunfeng couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.
"So fast?" Mo Zixu was a little surprised. With what he knew about those people, it shouldn't be possible to compromise so quickly. What's more, in that team there is Nangong Liuyun, a peerless genius who is extremely difficult to deal with.
"Father, this can't be faked. Su Luo cut the blood from the wound with his own hands, and his son saw it with his own eyes." Mo Yunfeng was excited, "Father, can this drop of blood extend your life for ten years?"
The word death is an age-old problem. Countless emperors and high-ranking people are pursuing the way of eternal life. Now, how many years will this whole bowl of blood increase after taking it? Mo Yunfeng was really excited the more he thought about it.
"This blood..." Mo Zixu picked up the medicine bowl, observed it carefully, and smelled it for a while.
"Father, how is it?" Mo Yunfeng asked excitedly.
"The smell in this blood is really a bit of aura and ginseng. I can't guarantee that what Miss Li said is true." This is still Mozi's prudence, and he didn't say it all.
In fact, based on the spiritual energy in his blood, Mo Zixu had already believed it seven or eight points in his heart.
"When the girl Su gave you her blood, she didn't say anything?" Mo Zixu always acted cautiously, and this time he was not surprised by the marriage.
Mo Yunfeng suddenly remembered, he patted his head, and immediately said: "Then Miss Su did say it, she said that her blood is poisonous."
"Poisonous?" Mo Zixu's expression softened, "This matter can be big or small, you go and catch a dog, try it and it will only be true or false."
"Okay." Mo Yunfeng turned around and quickly carried a white poodle in his hand, which was one of the many pet dogs that Mo Yunqing kept.
Mo Zixu asked Mo Yunfeng to feed a little blood to the pure white poodle.