Sure enough, your own blood is the antidote to the madness caused by the blood salamander!

Qin Shu's conjecture was verified.

But at the same time, she looked at the needle hole where the blood was drawn, and blood beads were still coming out, and she also thought of a question.

Walking towards Yan Jing with weak steps, she said casually: "It seems that more blood was used for this treatment than last time?"

Yan Jing looked at her thoughtfully and said nothing.

Qin Shu continued: "I'm wondering if it's because you took the holy stone away? When the holy stone was on my body before, my wounds healed very quickly, but now..."

She raised her arm.

Yan Jing looked thoughtfully at the drops of blood gushing out from the eye of her needle.

After a moment, he smiled sarcastically and unceremoniously penetrated Qin Shu's thoughts, "You want the Holy Stone?"

Qin Shu shook his head, "It's not that I want it, but that you need to give me the holy stone."

She said calmly: "It takes three tubes of blood to control your madness this time, but what about next time? Without the Holy Stone, maybe my blood will fail at some point. Who can help you then?"

Qin Shu's words were spoken unceremoniously, but they were all true.

Yan Jing's face was indeed ugly.

"Before you think of a way to make the Holy Stone recognize its owner again, it would be good for both you and me to put it here. Anyway... I can't escape your grasp, can I?"

After Qin Shu finished speaking, he looked at him calmly.

After a moment of silence, Yan Jing waved to her to come closer.

Qin Shu lowered his eyes slightly and took a step forward according to his request.

Without waiting for her to react, Yan Jing suddenly grabbed her hand, took out a knife from nowhere with his other hand, and quickly slashed her arm.

A blood line suddenly appeared on the snow-white skin, and bright red blood gushed out.

Qin Shu frowned in pain and subconsciously wanted to take his hand back, but he caught him.

Yan Jing stared at her bleeding wound. When Qin Shu's face became increasingly pale, he finally said, "Go get the things from Room 9."

After a while, the subordinate brought a glass box, and lying inside was the red holy stone.

Yan Jing took the holy stone directly and placed it in Qin Shu's palm.

Qin Shu subconsciously held it.

From the moment this sacred stone appeared, she felt a strange feeling, as if the blood in her whole body was agitated and clamoring for a desire.

It wasn't until she held the holy stone firmly in her hand that she felt much more comfortable.

Then, under Yan Jing's gaze, the wound on her arm slowly stopped bleeding.

Seeing this, Qin Shu breathed a sigh of relief, ignored the pain that had not subsided, squeezed out a faint smile, and said: "How is it, Young Master Yan, am I right?"

Yan Jing snorted and finally let go of his hand.

At the same time, he left the holy stone to Qin Shu.

Anyway, this woman can't run away, so just leave this thing with her temporarily!

Qin Shu held the holy stone in his hand tightly, but what he was thinking in his heart was: Now that he has taken back the holy stone, how could he give it to Yan Jing again?
Chapter completed!