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This gourd was neither gold nor jade, its material indeterminate.
It was entwined with black patterns, and upon these patterns rose wisps of black vapor, giving off an exceptionally eerie feeling.
And
the moment this gourd was taken out, Lin Jing felt an ominously strange aura spreading from it.
Seeing this.
Lin Jing quickly retreated a distance, remaining on guard with caution.
Subsequently.
Liu Yiyuan fixed his gaze on the gourd, frowning heavily, then his eyes turned fierce, and he struck his chest directly with a punch.
"Puh"
Liu Yiyuan sprayed a large mouthful of fresh blood onto the gourd.
The gourd was instantly stained red with Liu Yiyuan's blood.
After expelling this mouthful of blood, Liu Yiyuan's breathing became erratic, and his face turned significantly paler.
Liu Yiyuan's actions puzzled Lin Jing greatly.
Despite his puzzlement.
Lin Jing dared not relax in the slightest, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the gourd.
It was at this moment.