Through the blood pact, Ye Wu already sensed that Xiao Heng had arrived in front of her.
Ye Wu stuck her head out and directly gave an order: "Xiao Heng, come here! I need to borrow your blood for a moment!"
Xiao Heng pressed his lips tightly, a trace of icy anger flashed in his eyes.
Alright, alright, alright.
This time, she wanted his blood, didn't she?
He had no way to refuse.
Ever since becoming Ye Wu's Furnace, his future had already been destined for darkness.
Now.
The only thing he hoped for was that one day Ye Wu would lose control and torture him to death.
Perhaps, only in death would there be relief.
"Xiao Heng's favorability has decreased," the system said weakly: "Host, it's dropped to minus 80."
Ye Wu inexplicably glanced at Xiao Heng.
This man's favorability just kept dropping for no reason, little by little.
What's wrong with him!
Whatever!
If he wants to decrease, let him!
"Come quickly." Ye Wu's commanding tone became more demanding.
