Qin Hao gazed at the drop of silver blood within the Golden Crow Cage in his palm.
Although the blood was locked up, it continued to struggle frantically.
Qin Hao had never seen blood this formidable.
A single drop of blood, could it really cause such a commotion?
Impressive!
Qin Hao scrutinized the droplet of silver blood in the cage.
However, just at that moment, the silver droplet actually spoke.
"Kid, I have no grudge against you, so why oppose me? Release me, and there will be rewards in the future!"
Qin Hao listened to the voice of the droplet of blood.
He was astonished, "You can talk? Just a drop of blood, and yet you can speak human language, and in Blue Star language no less? What exactly are you?
But what do you mean I opposed you? It was you who struck at me first!"
Qin Hao was also startled by the shamelessness of the blood.
When had he ever opposed it?
It was clearly this thing that had launched a sneak attack on him at Qingyun Temple.
