In the main hall, a handsome little boy was kneeling in front of a crystal ball.
Blood flowed out of his palm and dripped on the crystal ball at an extremely fast speed. Then the blood fell into the center position in an instant and disappeared directly along the crystal ball.
There are nearly ten icicles around the main hall. There are five on each side. Every drop of the little boy's blood falls into, the icicles will flash and slowly change their color.
From red, yellow, blue, green, green, blue, orchid, purple..., seven colors can be changed. They slowly change from one color to another.
Gao Xi also noticed that the changes in the icicles were from left to right, one by one. In other words, for every drop of blood from the little boy, only one icicles would sense it. Then, after the icicles ended from the first color to the last color, the blood would flow into the color next to it.
At this moment, the third color began to change. However, the little boy's condition was already very bad at this time. His lips were very white, so white that they were almost transparent. He seemed to be enduring pain, and his body had reached its limit, but he still insisted.
Gao Xi didn't understand what was going on?
She had just heard the sound of the kitten, but at this time, she did not see the kitten. There was only an old man with fair hair and a handsome little boy.
What are they doing? Why do they have to drip blood into the crystal ball?
Until he approached them, Gao Xi finally knew why the closer he got to the main hall, the colder he became.
The crystal balls and icicles were both cold.
Gao Xi stood behind the little boy again and looked at the little boy. The old man knelt in front of the little boy. At this time, he was holding a knife in his hand. The knife was obviously only an inch away from his hand, but it seemed to have life. It was still in an inch away, hanging like that.
There was tension, fear and helplessness on his face.
Gao Xi approached again, and there was no other expression on his face except worry, so Gao Xi was sure.
He can't see him.
So what are they doing?
Where is the kitten?
Who is the little boy in front of him?
"Your Highness." Seeing the little boy's increasingly painful expression, the old man couldn't help but become even more anxious.
He said again: "Let me try it out! If you have an accident, the small world will collapse. Then, let alone save Your Majesty and the Queen, even our illusion clan will be destroyed."
The little boy who had not spoken finally spoke at this time. His voice was a little lower and hoarse than before. As the blood was lost, he could feel his mental power was getting worse and worse, and his breath became more and more unstable.
The monthly bloodletting of Su Zhihao feels stressed.
Over the years, he has to come to bleed every month to prosper his tribe, practice, advance, and be baptized by heavenly thunder. His life has long been full of holes. This is why he is still a child even though it has been thousands of years.
Especially this month, he almost died when he went to the Hunhun Space to practice. He also wanted Class 9 to rise again. Although his body was already a little overwhelmed, he still used his mental power to maintain the operation of the small world. Of course, Gao Xi didn't know about these things, but he was willing to accept them.
Perhaps it was the warmth that Gao Xi had on his body that made him feel a sense of belonging. Although the woman was stupid, her heart was really good. Especially in the confused space, she watched her pounce towards him without hesitation. At that moment, his heart was beating very hard.
After the Phantom Clan encountered betrayal and his father and mother were trapped here, his heart was always in gloomy. That hard heart was broken again by Gao Xi and became energetic.
"Uncle Cheng, don't worry, I won't be in trouble. I will definitely take it over, and I won't let the Phantom Clan be destroyed in my hands."
As the little boy spoke, Gao Xi's heart suddenly became cold.
Kitten, this sound is clearly the sound of the cold kitten.
眼前这个小男孩,是小猫?
Su Zhihao's voice became lower and lower, and he felt his body weaker and weaker. At this time, although he tried hard to concentrate his mental power, his mental power still dissipated very quickly.
而且手上的血,也越流越慢.
It's a bit like the blood drops on the body are about to dry out, flowing out from the drops just now, and turning into spaced out.
The white-haired old man named Uncle Cheng called himself an old slave was still kneeling there. As the little boy's eyes became more and more blurred, he screamed louder. The voice was sad and a little trembling and desolate, and what was even more afraid was that he really fell asleep.
When Su Chengyu saw Su Zhihao's blood drops slower and slower, his heart sank even further.
这分明是已经油尽灯枯的征兆.
“小殿下,小殿下......”
难道幻族真的要灭了吗?
Su Zhihao didn't know if it was because he thought about Gao Xi too much. When he felt so tired and was about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard Gao Xi calling him again.
“小猫,小猫.”
那一声声的,很是着急.
直入他的骨髓.
Chapter completed!