The Blood

Hong shook off the old man's hand, he was the same age as his father, shameless, he thought.

Po Hai held his wrist tightly.

"Let go of my hand"

The man almost brought his face closer to Hong but Hong pushed him away with the dagger in his hand.

"Stop it, this isn't what you want from me is it? Elder Po? You couldn't have forced me to come, threatened me here just to touch me indecently, and, not only did you want this dagger, you also wanted my blood?"

Po Hai laughed, he laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, smart kid, you already know what will happen, so are you going to give up on your plans? Don't worry, sweet child, I will only take a little of your blood, just a few scratches on your hands or feet, which definitely won't touch your smooth face." Po Hai tried to touch Hong's cheek again, but Hong avoided him.

He carried the dagger and held both sides with both hands, looking at Po Hai sharply.