"Is that simple?" Fang Mu said: "Is it enough to just drip blood on the stone?"

"Of course not." Lao Liu said: "It probably needs a bowl of blood. Just soak the head of the stone and the Blood Demon Gun in the blood."

After saying that, Lao Liu took a bowl directly from the shelves, a large bowl.

"I need so much?" Fang Mu had a toothache: "How many eggs do you have to eat to make up for it."

Lao Liu: “…”

Sure enough, there are no normal people in the execution meeting, except me, Liu Jiu.

A scattered escort was worried about bleeding, which was a bad thing to say!

Fang Mu smiled and said, "Just just kidding."

The Blood Demon Spear was raised by Fang Muping, and then Fang Mu scratched his wrist expressionlessly, and a wound appeared.

Old Liu stared at Fang Mu's expression and said, "There is no one here, just shout it out if you hurt, don't pretend to be a tough guy."

Fang Mu said expressionlessly: "It doesn't hurt at all."

To be honest, it’s not about other Fang Mu pretending to behave, but sometimes it’s just a matter of habit. If it hurts, it’s used to it.

So far, there has been no pain that Fang Mu shouted out.

However, the next scene completely overturned the three views of Fang Mu and Lao Liu.

The wound on Fang Mu's wrist recovered in an instant, and no drop of blood was flowing out.

Fang Mu: “…”

Lao Liu: “…”

This is embarrassing. I didn’t expect that the overall regeneration characteristics will be exerted at this time.

Old Liu touched his chin and said, "Your recovery might you...try again?"

Fang Mu nodded seriously and then shot with the Blood Sword Gun, and the wound was even bigger this time.

However, only a few drops of blood were sprinkled in the bowl, and the wound instantly recovered.

Lao Liu: “…”

Fang Mu sighed, "Sometimes, it is also a burden to be too strong. Why don't you help me?"

This look, a sighing expression makes people want to bite hard.

Old Liu said expressionlessly: "How can I help? What if I don't do anything if I take action, I can't do it yourself."

Fang Mu nodded, sighed after thinking for a long time, and said, "Let's do it, Lao Liu, step back a little."

Old Liu glanced at Fang Mu strangely and retreated for a distance.

Fang Mu raised his hand...the gun fell!

A great road wound started from Fang Mu's arm and continued to his wrist.

This time the blood finally burst out and the bowl was filled soon.

Old Liu looked at Fang Mu's appearance with a little shocked look.

It was not that it shocked Fang Mu how cruel he was, but that Fang Mu's expression.

From the time the gun fell, Fang Mu's expression was always calm, and this calmness was like not his own hand.

Old Liu thought that if the wound appeared on him, it would be painful, but Fang Mu's expression was too wrong.

"Can you say... Fang Mu is the legendary personality that he likes?"

The more Lao Liu thought so, the more shocked he became.

Of course, Fang Mu didn't know what Lao Liu was thinking, and the wound had healed, but his appearance looked a bit cunning.

With such a large wound, blood almost burst out, so Fang Mu's right hand is full of blood, but his expression is very calm, forming a strange sense of difference.

"nailed it."

Fang Mu soaked the head of the Blood Sword Gun directly, threw the transparent stone in, and quietly waited for the change.

After the stone and the spear head were soaked in the blood, the transparent stone actually sucked the blood in the bowl like a blood-sucking worm.

The original transparency turned into blood color, and the stone approached the tip of the Blood Demon Gun, and then slowly melted into it.

A blood light flashed on the Blood Evil Gun, and the spear head became darker and redder, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dense forest.

Fang Mu lifted the blood spear and looked at it, feeling strange.

The connection between him and the Blood Demon Gun seemed to be closer.

Old Liu said slowly: "It's done."

Fang Mu nodded and was about to speak, but who knew that at this moment, a loud scream suddenly came from behind him.

Hearing this voice, Fang Mu suddenly turned his head.

Nan Li, who was originally staying in the corner of the wall, suddenly squatted down, held his head with his hands, and made a slight pain.

“What’s the situation?”

Fang Mu went straight to Nanli without any hesitation, reached out and pressed his hand on Nanli's shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Nan Li did not answer Fang Mu, but kept making subtle sounds.

At this time, cold air emerged from Nan Li's body, and the cold air continued to spread, making Fang Mu's hands red.

However, Fang Mu did not let go, but grabbed Nan Li's shoulder tightly, and the expression on his face became colder and colder.

"Sect Master Nan..."

Fang Mu once saw this cold air when he used the old talisman paper to briefly release the southern sect master.

Nan Li's voice gradually became smaller, and then she raised her head, the middle-second breath in her eyes had disappeared, and was replaced by a coldness.

"Bang."

Nan Li stretched out his hand, patted Fang Mu's hand open, and stood up and said lightly: "The crack is getting bigger and bigger, okay, very good."

Old Liu suddenly came to Fang Mu and said in a gloomy tone: "Master Nan, good means, I didn't expect you to use this stone to open the ice."

Nan Li smiled faintly and said, "It has not been completely opened, but it has made the crack that already existed bigger."

Speaking of this, Nan Li's aura continued to grow stronger and he stopped until a limit.

"What a pity, the crack is not big enough, it's just that it's reached the Feather Realm."

Nanli's voice was regretful.

Lao Liu said coldly: "You plot against me and use my things to help you get out of trouble."

Hei Shui appeared in Lao Liu's hand and wrapped it on the blood spear.

After a long time, Lao Liu took back the black water and said slowly: "Fortunately, the effect of the stone has not been weakened..."

Nan Li took a step forward and his voice became cold: "I didn't expect that the Sixth Prince, who has always taken the people as his responsibility, is so selfish, and uses that thing to strengthen my connection with this person."

Fang Mu looked back at Old Liu, showing doubts on his face.

Lao Liu did not deny it and said, "This is a benefit for you. Fang Mu is extremely talented and worthy of you."

"etc!"

Fang Mu suddenly raised his hand and interrupted the conversation between the two: "What does it mean, is worthy?"

He understood that Lao Liu was using this to strengthen his connection with Nanli.

Nan Li turned his head and stared at Fang Mu, and said coldly: "There is no you here... Hum?"

This sentence was not finished because a gun interrupted her.

Fang Mu held a blood-kill gun in his hand, the tip of the gun was only about an inch away from Nan Li's neck, and his voice was cold: "Go back and let Nan Li out, otherwise..."

"Do you still want to do it?" Nan Li's eyes also became cold: "You can do it for so long, you can do it too. You are such a cold person."

"Nan Li is not you, nor are you Nan Li." Fang Mu smiled, and the murderous intent appeared in his eyes: "Get back quickly, otherwise... life is worse than death!"
Chapter completed!