ꨄChapter 21
Shen Qideng looked at Tang Qiao, feeling a slight pain from the wound, and the warm itching still seemed to remain on his cheek, lingering.
It was indeed a... strange feeling.
Shen Qideng still had his eyelashes drooping, he raised his hand, as if he was a little confused, and touched the wound lightly.
Seeing this, Tang Qiao feigned surprise and said, "Sorry, did I push too hard?"
Shen Qideng didn't answer.
Tang Qiao continued: "But your wound is too shallow, you won't be able to bleed if you don't squeeze it out..."
Before finishing speaking, Shen Qideng suddenly raised his eyes. Tang Qiao thought that he was going to irony at herself like before, but unexpectedly Shen Qideng approached suddenly, Tang Qiao was startled, and immediately turned her head away—
her neck hurt.
Tang Qiao inhaled subconsciously, clenched his fingers as if dark, and was about to draw the knife out of its sheath when he heard a whisper in his ear.
"Scared you?"
Shen Qideng backed away slowly, raised his thumb, and there was a smear of blood on his fingertips, which was deep red under the light of the fire.
Tang Qiao touched his neck and found that there was also a slender cut there.
Her face was gloomy: "Are you sneaking up on me?"
"It wasn't a sneak attack." Shen Qideng smiled at her, "It's taking blood."
This cunning guy.
Tang Qiao slowly put down his hand, and his tone returned to calm: "So it's to take blood. I thought you were going to break the contract with that posture just now."
Shen Qideng: "You really want me to break the contract?"
"Of course I don't." Tang Qiao shook her head, "After all, if you break the contract, you will die. Don't you want to die?"
Her tone was calm, but she slightly emphasized the word "death".
This is obviously a question that does not need to be considered.
However, Shen Qideng tilted his head, with a serious expression on his face.
"I don't care..." he said, "but our competition hasn't started yet, so I can't die yet."
Hearing this, Tang Qiao couldn't help but glance at him: "In your eyes, this competition is so important. Important?"
Shen Qideng's eyes flickered: "I just think it's interesting."
A familiar answer.
Tang Qiao felt a subtle, nostalgic feeling.
But it's just a trace.
She looked back and moved the bloody finger: "Then let's start?"
Shen Qideng raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay."
The two stretched out their blood-stained index fingers, with their fingertips pointing up and their pulps facing each other , and then whispered a mantra at the same time.
The spiritual power gradually emerged, like water patterns condensing, converging, and blending at their fingertips. With the end of the oath, the spiritual power suddenly released a dazzling light. In an instant, the two felt a special power entering their bodies at the same time. The light disappeared, and that power disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea.
