"Don't worry, let's draw blood first, it won't be too painful."
"No, don't do this, I am valuable, I can do many things for you." Daoist Hu said in terror while looking at the knife:
"I want to return to the First Institute, tell the leader there, I can write Cultivation Techniques, I can write Magic, I can work for him.
No, don't, I can sell my life, I can help you do more things.
I...
I want to go back to the First Institute, please, let me return to the First Institute.
Don't, don't!!!"
A pitiful scream followed.
Above.
Cheng Yu came to a room, gently knocked on the door.
Waiting for the person inside to agree, he then entered.
Upon entering, he saw a young man sitting at the central desk, reading a book.
"Senior Brother Mo." Cheng Yu bowed respectfully.
"How is the matter handled?" Senior Brother Mo asked without raising his head.
