Hearing the word "open" and looking at the drop of blood on his index finger, Han Shuiyi looked up at Chen An in fear and said with a trembling voice,
"You, what do you want to do to me?!"
"Open your mouth and eat it."
Chen An did not answer Han Shuiyi's question. He only coldly let her swallow the blood essence on her finger.
Looking at the familiar scene in front of her, Lin Xiu'e could not help but recall the scene of her being enslaved by Chen An. She immediately felt a little afraid.
She did not want to experience the torture of being enslaved by his blood essence again.
That feeling was worse than death. If it happened a few more times, it would drive them insane.
"I'm not eating!"
Han Shuiyi glared at Chen An fiercely, looking like she would rather die than submit.
She did not know the consequences of eating the drop of blood essence that Chen An had condensed, but it would definitely not be beneficial.