"What method?"
Next, He Lingchuan took off the hand wrap on the knife handle and cleaned the surface of the knife handle with the liquid Li Fubo handed him.
I don’t know what it was, but it made a hissing sound when it was poured on, and green smoke rose up. The handle of the knife was riddled with holes, like a honeycomb.
He Lingchuan felt distressed when he saw it, but Li Fubo said: "Let the blood be smeared on the handle of the knife."
This step is called feeding the knife and must use the blood of the owner.
It's not just easy to take blood from the heart. He Lingchuan took a knife and pricked his ring finger. The blood dripped on the handle of the knife and poured into the small hole.
"Apply evenly."
He Lingchuan did the same thing, but soon discovered that the handle of the knife was like a sponge, absorbing all the blood.
That kind of speed can only be described as hungry.
He simply made a big incision on his arm and intensified the bleeding.
Duandao didn't show any courtesy, he drank as much as he wanted and didn't mind draining him dry at all.
Li Fubo also watched intently.
He Lingchuan fed him for a long time, and his heart went crazy. He couldn't help but said: "Hey, is this normal?"
"It's not normal." Li Fubo's answer made He Lingchuan's heart skip a beat. "The other swords I've planted only use 20% of its HP at most. But it's come to this point, so you'd better be satisfied with it."
This was the first time he had ever seen a sword that was so bloodthirsty and so thirsty for its master's blood.
Chapter completed!