"Tan'er, close your eyes! Don't move."
Mo Liancheng's voice was as ominous as a winter frost in June.
Qu Tan'er immediately complied, tightly closing her eyes, and began to silently mourn for that rascal Mengmeng.
And Mengmeng? Its demonic eyes looked towards Mo Liancheng, exuding an arrogance similar to when they first met, yet suddenly it bit down on Qu Tan'er's shoulder, causing her to wince in pain. But this time, it truly drew blood, and almost simultaneously, a special ancient rune dimly flashed before merging into their blood.
Qu Tan'er was momentarily dazed.
She felt a very special secret technique flooding her mind, like an ancient Summoning Technique? Hadn't that been lost? How could she know it too?
