"Let my father go." Zhu La pleaded, "I promise, my father will not do anything else."
General Pei raised his eyebrows and looked at Prime Minister Mudu, "Are you sure?"
Prime Minister Mudu let out a long sigh, "Since it is Zhula's decision, I can't say anything."
Zhu La ordered someone to bring a sea bowl.
She picked up the machete from the ground.
The moment they picked up the machete, everyone held their breath.
Zhu La just smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I won't commit suicide."
She held out her wrist.
Zhula's wrists were very white, almost transparent.
She used a machete to make a cut on it.
Blood dripped into the bowl.
Zhu La must be in pain, otherwise her expression wouldn't be so tense.
"Sister..." Bella's eyes were full of heartache, "You can use my blood!"
Jula shook her head.
If you want to undo the poison, you can only use her blood.
After a while, she bled half the bowl.
She pulled out the handkerchief and simply bandaged her wound.
"Rub the place where your branches grow with blood, and it will be cured immediately," she said.
It's that simple?
General Pei carefully took her blood.
"I'll try it first." Pei Muling dipped the handkerchief in the blood and smeared it on his arm.
The moment I first applied it, it felt cold, and then I felt an itchy feeling.
In the blink of an eye, the clump of branches withered away, and after it turned completely black, it fell off his wrist, leaving no scar at all.
It works!
Pei Muling quickly handed the veil to Si Kongling.
They finished smearing all the places where the branches grew, and the blood was almost gone.
"Thank you." Pei Muling said, "The thief at the market earlier was also arranged by you, right?"
Zhu La smiled sheepishly, "I know you came here to find a way to quietly remove the poison from your body. But now it seems that there is no other way except my blood."
Jula smiled.
Suddenly, her face turned pale and she almost fainted.
Prime Minister Mudu and Bella helped her at the same time.
Prime Minister Mudu looked apologetic and almost cried.
"It's all my fault, Zhula. It was daddy who hurt you."
"If you weren't born into this family, if you weren't my daughter..."
Then she can be an ordinary girl and don't have to worry all the time whether she will accidentally poison others.
Every time the poison is removed, her blood is needed.
He was really worried that a kind person like his daughter might one day shed all her blood.
Prime Minister Mudu sobbed softly.
God, if you really exist, let her turn back into an ordinary girl.
Little Baozhu was watching with tears in his eyes.
It seems that although Prime Minister Mudu is a bit cruel, he is also a good father.
perhaps……
"I can make Sister Zhura's abilities disappear."
Prime Minister Mudu raised his head excitedly, and when he met Xiao Baozhu's gaze, he felt disappointed again.
No matter how stupid and impatient he is, he will never believe this.
She looked like a child of four or five years old.
For a child of such age, it is extraordinary to be able to recognize a few words.
He didn't believe she could do anything related to poison.
Little Baozhu scratched his head.
Huo Yingwei was not happy at first, "I said, don't underestimate my daughter. I found out that the poison came from you, she is my precious daughter."
Prime Minister Mudu was doubtful.
How is this possible?
"My daughter has magical powers." Huo Yingwei said proudly, "Didn't you see it just now? Even God helped her."
Little Baozhu stood on tiptoe and said, "Uncle Fierce, just let me try."
"Won't it hurt my daughter?" Prime Minister Mudu was already a little shaken.
"No, no." Xiao Baozhu shook his head.
While Prime Minister Mudu was thinking, she closed her eyes, and in an instant, she entered the space where Grandpa Zeng was.
"Little devil." Grandpa Zeng scratched the bridge of her nose, "I thought you really had some good ideas, but it turned out that you had the idea on my head."
Little Baozhu smiled and said, "Grandpa Zeng loves Baozhu the most. Baozhu's matter is Grandpa Zeng's matter!"
Grandpa Zeng couldn’t laugh or cry, “What a little slippery boy.”
Little Baozhu tugged on his sleeve, "So, Grandpa Zeng must have a way to turn Sister Zhula back into an ordinary girl, right?"
"Well..."
Grandpa Zeng whispered a few words in her ear.
"Oh, oh oh..." Little Baozhu nodded repeatedly.
Then, she looked at Grandpa Zeng with hope, "Then, by doing this, I can make Uncle Ji treat Brother Bella better and give him fatherly love?"
Grandpa Zeng smiled slightly, but there was a bit of helplessness in his smile.
"My dear granddaughter, do you know that there are countless magical spells in this world, but none of them can change people's hearts."
"What's positive is fate, and what's negative doesn't necessarily mean it's not fate."
"No one else can interfere with their father-son relationship. Some things cannot be forced."
Little Baozhu was a little sad, "Then, brother Bella, will you never have father's love in your whole life?"
Grandpa Zeng lovingly touched Little Baozhu’s head and said, “Maybe there will be one in the future, maybe there won’t be.”
Little Orb sighed.
Forget it, since Grandpa Zeng said so, he must have a reason.
She should help Sister Zhula solve the current matter first.
After returning from Grandpa Zeng's world, Xiao Baozhu looked at Prime Minister Mudu.
"Uncle Fierce, what did you just say?"
"It won't hurt my daughter, right?"
"No," said Little Baozhu, "but I will hurt you."
oh.
Um? !
Prime Minister Mudu frowned.
"If you don't believe me, you don't have to believe me."
Xiao Baozhu spoke very freely and she never forced anything.
Facing Zhula's earnest eyes, Prime Minister Mudu was heartbroken and said, "I believe you!"
In front of the shrine.
Prime Minister Mudu knelt facing the shrine.
"Is this okay?"
Every time you knock your head three times, drop a drop of blood from your fingertips until it fills the small bowl in front of you.
This was much simpler than he thought.
Moreover, it was he who bled, not his daughter.
This is best.
They found some chairs and sat down.
Prime Minister Mudu began to kowtow.
He held a needle in his hand, and without kowtowing three times, he pricked his finger and dropped a drop of blood into the bowl.
The feeling of acupuncture is actually not very painful.
But if it is pricked thousands of times, it will be different.
When half the bowl was filled with blood, Prime Minister Mudu was sweating profusely and his hands were swollen.
But he still did not give up and kowtowed devoutly in front of the shrine.
"Daddy..."
Zhula felt distressed.
"It's okay, Zhula, it's just a trivial matter." Prime Minister Mudu said firmly.
His only belief is to make his favorite child feel better.
For this, he is willing to sacrifice everything.
What's just a bowl of blood?
He could even give her his life!
