Yiranju, it was late at night, Finn was still bleeding the Xuanwu egg.
Compared to yesterday, there are a few more cracks on the Xuanwu egg shell. It takes less than ten days and a half to see if the small things inside can hatch.
“Drink my blood every day, this is my blood, right? What will it be called later?”
“Would you like to call the turtle son?”
Finn thought of the messy things in his mind, and his hands no longer felt pain. When he was almost ready, he quickly drank a bowl of An Jiuniang’s large tonic soup to replenish his body.
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