C398 Underground Sand Monkey

"Aiyo, my fingers are hurting." Saner began to sigh.

Once a year, I used to tell him it was for new blood. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Every time, this fellow would howl like a wolf. In the end, I would drag him away to donate blood for free. He was originally as fat as a pig!

If I didn't force him to bleed, would he be so confident?

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