Extract the top-grade blood from the things in her own hands.
And she had to fucking thank someone else for it?
What kind of logic was that?
Did being a good person mean having a gun pointed at them?
Looking at the "blood-colored ping-pong ball" on Vivian's fingertip, Victoria could not help muttering to herself.
Envy, jealousy, hatred...
There was no helping it.
She had possessed these things for so many years, yet she had never thought of extracting the blood from them.
Rather, she had never even considered making use of the blood within them.
Or rather, she had never imagined that so much blood could be squeezed out of these seemingly lean parts!
As an alchemist,
how could Victoria not know that this blood was top-tier material?
Yet she had been blind to what she had, never realizing she possessed something like this.
It had to be said.
Compared to herself,
Victoria felt that this Black Witch before her was the true, bona fide Demon.
"All right, hurry up with the next one."
"Switch to another one. What are you dawdling for?"
Just as Victoria was dazed by the loss of her precious possessions,
Lan Qingyou and Vivian both urged her on.
That made Victoria feel somewhat humiliated.
She was, after all, the head of a clan, and she also bore the title of "Demon Queen."
Yet these two actually dared to bark orders at her!?
She was angry!
Victoria was angry!
Then, in a fit of rage, she got angry for a moment.
What else could she do? It was not as if she could rush over and slap them both.
Leaving aside whether she could even hit them,
what would happen afterward if she did?
Thus...
Vivian condensed one, and Victoria tossed out one.
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