"It has awakened!" Tang Wanqian stared at Yang Ruxin's wrist, his eyes nearly bulging out.
Yu Qingge was also amazed: "This thing didn't move at all when it was in my palm. I thought it was dead, but here, it's so lively? Sister, your blood must be fragrant!" Saying that, he bared his teeth at her hand, "I must taste a bit..."
"Go away!" Yang Ruxin pushed away the mischievous Yu Qingge, "Stop fooling around, do you think you're a vampire?"
Yu Qingge pouted.
However, the thin lines on the wrist continued to increase, finally wrapping around three times and stopping, resembling a bracelet.
"Xinxin." Tang Wanqian stroked his small beard and smiled, "Actually, Keke is not wrong, perhaps your blood really is different from others."
"Haha." Yang Ruxin laughed, "Is it possible that mine is like Tang Seng's? Consume it and become immortal?"
"Who is Tang Seng?" Tang Wanqian frowned.
"Uh..."
