On the yellowed scroll, a pig-shaped exotic beast with skin clinging to its bones appears grotesque and sinister amidst the swirling incense smoke.
Wang Tiantian... no, Wang Tao's voice, which was a woman's, has turned into a man's, deep and slightly magnetic.
"Were you just... practicing a technique!?" Zhang Fan's gaze suddenly darkened as he exclaimed sternly.
When he barged in, seeing Wang Tiantian sunk in the Blood Pool, he assumed she was a live sacrifice. Now it seems she was practicing a technique in the pool.
The real live sacrifice is...
"It was supposed to be you, but now it's him!"
Wang Tao looked indifferently at He Fei, who was still struggling weakly, his eyes filled with apathy.
"You're useless now... and naturally, you have no right to enjoy the Dragon Saliva."
Wang Tao licked the corner of his mouth, still looking like Wang Tiantian, sweet and charming, but his voice was deep and slightly magnetic, eerily strange, making everyone show a peculiar expression.
