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 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 gentle 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, and 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 success to fall short!
He will never allow another day where he loses control!
He walked out...
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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.
"How was your chat? Was it pleasant?" 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 should I care 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 you should raise them only if they are useful. Since you raise them, you must make them obey absolutely, so that they will be truly obedient. You follow the lead."
"Well, it seems that this is Your Majesty's guide to controlling beasts. It is really not an ordinary cold-blooded one. So what if they are seriously injured one day and become useless? Are you going to kill or discard them without hesitation? "
(End of chapter)