Hei Xinjiu kept mumbling for a long time, but there was no change to the wooden fish, and there was no change to the demon sky clock on her wrist.
This guy frowned. Was she wrong? Wasn’t the demon sky clock targeting this wooden fish?
She sorted out the things related to the demon sky clock and suddenly had a thought. F * ck, could it be that the demon sky clock and wooden fish wanted to kill her first and then reunite?
The fellow gritted his teeth and did not care if he was a pig demon now. He immediately bit his index finger and dripped it on the demon Sky Bell.
Even in his dreams, the demon Sky Bell did not expect Yun chujiu to use this move. However, he felt that it was not an ordinary item. Even if it was dripped with blood, it would not be contracted. This wretched girl had made a wrong calculation!