Mo Liancheng asked tentatively, "You said... if this king touches it, will something happen?"
"Don't! Don't take the risk!" Qu Tan'er's face was tense as she cut off his intention. The ghostly appearance of Qu Pan'er was no joke, and besides, Qu Jianglin said that this thing usually doesn't claim the lives of the Qu Family bloodline, but Mo Liancheng is not from the Qu Family, could it claim his? Of course, she couldn't take that risk.
"Alright, this king didn't touch it." Mo Liancheng noticed her anxious expression and guessed what she was thinking, feeling a warmth in his heart, "Would Tan'er like to try? Just now, Jing Xin had a small knife because you wanted to cut yourself?"
"Yes, but I'm also afraid of pain."
"Just a drop of blood will do, won't it?"
"Mm-hmm..." But she was still conflicted about this drop of blood, how she could do it without feeling pain.
Mo Liancheng smiled faintly, "Lift your little hand and tell this king where you were thinking of cutting just now?"
