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He lifted his hand to sweep the air, and the tip of his finger was cut by the force. Then, he raised his hand and let his blood drip into the plate.

Lian Mo said with some disappointment: "Embroidery, our blood is getting more and more mixed."

Yun Jinxiu: "..."

Chen Huang's face twitched, this brat, could he even speak?

However, the moment the blood fused