It was precisely because she had no idea how to extend her time in this world that Ismar had obediently stayed in this church for such a long, long time, relying on her intuition, and had barely gone out.
The first time the water meter had run backward just now, coupled with what she had done...
Based on that, Ismar had deduced a way to stay by Chen Luo's side for a long time.
As for blood...
What blood?
Ismar did not want Chen Luo to get hurt because of her.
"Uuuuuuuuu..."
(I said blood, not saliva!)
Ismar pounced on him, and then... Ismar was quickly defeated.
Bang!
"Hahahaha..."
As the gunshot mixed with laughter, Chen Luo watched the happy little killer whale and satisfactorily put away the Friendship Revolver in his hand.
Never mind why Ismar was laughing. Just tell him—didn't Ismar look happy right now?
Ismar Trying to Get Away with It by Acting "Cute"
Through the facts, Chen Luo proved one thing: when exchanging bodily fluids, blood was indeed more efficient than saliva.
Whether it was magic power or that strange liquid that could extend Ismar's time of existence, neither could compare to blood.
Ismar sat in a corner of the bar, gazing resentfully at Chen Luo, who had a revolver by his hand and was lightly tapping the tabletop with his fingers.
By Chen Luo's side were life cocoons, each entirely woven from a long thread.
However, unlike the cocoons normally used as vessels for the power of Break Cocoon into Butterfly to heal others, these life cocoons were red.
Chen Luo's Threads Control had reached the Master-level, and one trait of his Domination Ability allowed him to condense all kinds of threads. He infused his blood into those fine threads, then wove them into cocoons,