"It's just a little blood drawing; Manager Ying, this little kitty, doesn't have the say over whether to give it or not."
Soon, Manager Ying left the Relic Space angrily, supporting herself against the wall and holding a bottle of milk that Lu Ran had thrown to her.
"I should have delayed incinerating my projection and being reborn."
Meanwhile, hidden behind a tree in the Relic Space, No. 18 peeked out, happily flapping its small wings and flying toward the two buckets of cat blood by Lu Ran's feet while hoping that Manager Ying wouldn't hold a grudge against it.
All this was a sacrifice for science...