Ye Qinghuan was counting the time here, and planned to 'compromise' with Yelanling on the last day, but Yelanling's side had already had a preliminary 'cooperation' with the Holy Fire Elf.

"Na! I only promised to lend you three days, and after three days you will return the flame to me!" "The Holy Fire Elf finally succumbed to Yelanling's coercion and temptation.

Who made it so afraid of being locked up, and its owner had no ambition to help Yelanling?

It can only promise Yelanling, lest it not be able to play with its new friends!

"Okay." Ye Lanling smiled sincerely, and he couldn't see the slightest difference.

How did the Holy Fire Elf know that Ye Lanling would cheat, so he taught Ye Lanling at this moment: "You only need to put half a bowl of blood and give it to my master to drink, and after a while, you will be able to manipulate the Holy Fire in my body." ”

The Holy Fire is generated by a steady stream of Holy Fire Elves, and as long as you have the power to manipulate it, you can take the Holy Fire from it anytime and anywhere to fight the enemy.

When Ye Lanling heard this, he didn't hesitate to pull out the dagger he was carrying and slashed a lot of money on his wrist.

Then, he took the cup that was upside down on the table and let the blood trickle down the cup.

Seeing that a glass of blood was halfway there, he glanced at the Holy Fire Elf: "Is it enough for half a bowl?" ”

The water cup is quite large, not much smaller than the capacity of the bowl.

The Holy Fire Elf flew into the air and glanced at it, nodding: "Enough, enough." ”

A flash of light slipped under Ye Lanling's eyes, and it was clear that the Holy Fire Elf had shouted enough, but he didn't stop.

Letting the blood overflow the entire cup, he slowly withdrew his hand, tore off a piece of the fabric of his robe at random, and bandaged the wound on his left wrist with his hand and mouth.

I have to say that Yelanling's mind is as meticulous as ever.

When the Holy Fire Elf said that it was enough, he continued to let out more blood, which meant that the Holy Domain Fairy would drink more of his blood, so he had reason to believe that his ability to manipulate the Holy Fire was relatively greater.

Sure enough, the Holy Fire Elf complained, "What are you doing with so much blood?" You're not the master's father-in-law! ”

The corners of Ye Lanling's lips hooked up a beautiful arc, and his intuition was as accurate as ever!

Soon, the Sanctuary Fairy was poured a cup of blood by Yelan Ling, and her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and there was a faint sense of sadness in incomprehension.

Maybe it's because Ye Lanling has just injured himself, and the Sacred Domain Fairy can't beat him to hurt himself in order to protect him, right? I can only look unhappy on my face.

Of course, the Sanctuary Fairy may not know what her own emotions are.

Ye Lanling watched the Sanctuary Fairy drink his blood, the corners of his lips were dyed with blood, and there was a thrilling beauty!

But there was no wave in his eyes.

He even faintly felt ...... The clarity in those beautiful eyes is not important, what matters is the aura.

It's like...... The night is the same.

She is not the most beautiful woman in the world, but the wit in her eyes is unmatched, and it is directly proportional to her mind.

She is very smart, so a pair of eyes are beautiful, a hundred times more beautiful than the eyes of the Sanctuary Fairy.

Ye Lanling curled the corners of his lips happily, he wondered what kind of expression Ye Qinghuan would have if he saw him manipulating the holy fire.

As the Holy Fire Elf said, after a while, Ye Lanling felt that the Xuan Qi in his body was a little imminent, as if he had sensed some powerful power.

His heart moved, and he used Xuan Qi to lightly condense that power at his fingertips.