C1201 Salvage of Dust

"What do you mean by sworn brotherhood?" Hee Lanxue asked.

"Anyway, you have to give me a drop of your blood." Ann Sudong sighed in his heart. He should have taken advantage of the moment when she was injured.

"No." Hee Lanxue thought for a bit, shook her head, and said seriously: "It'll hurt like this."

"Where would it hurt?" Ann Sudong grabbed Hee Lanxue's hand without explanation