On one hand, she still held her gaze firmly on Yang Chuxia, as if to say, "Hurry up if you want the blood! Don't dawdle on and on."
Seeing this, Yang Chuxia hastily took out the dagger she had brought, along with a bottle.
The old demon nearly kicked Yang Chuxia to death when it saw the bottle.
How much blood would it have to shed for such a bottle?
Noticing it retract its foot, Yang Chuxia could only say, "Old demon, I'm sorry, but many people in Shandong have been poisoned, and we might need more blood. But don't worry, I only need half a bottle," she said.
Upon hearing this, the old demon rolled its little white eyes, thinking to itself that half a bottle was already quite a lot.
"Old demon... please, can you?"
Yang Chuxia called out once more.
