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With that said, Netherworld took out a dagger and handed it to Qiao Qin, indicating that she should cut her hand.
"Do you have any effect on me after you take my blood?"
"How does a few drops of blood affect you? I've helped you so much. Qiao Qin, it can't be that you're not willing to even have a few drops of blood!"
You You coldly swept a glance at Qiao Qin