Little Taotie praised, "Head Grandpa, you're such a good liar, I almost believed you. If it weren't for my blood being able to break the formation, I might have thrown it away."
Is this something to be praised?
Shen Cang's mouth twitched slightly, helplessly shaking his head.
Little Taotie found an eye dropper bottle from the inside pocket of his small pouch, the blood inside still bright red.
Shen Cang gently pressed the eye dropper bottle, letting a drop of blood fall from the tip.
Using the eye dropper bottle controlled the amount perfectly.
"Blood!" The old man's eyes suddenly shone brightly, staring intently at the drop of blood.
"I want it!"
He suddenly rushed over!
Little Taotie punched out, but didn't send him flying, only leaving a bruise on his eye. The old man ignored Little Taotie, mesmerized, leaping toward the drop of blood in Shen Cang's palm.
"Give it to me!" The old man reached out to snatch it.
