After drinking a cup of blood, a trace of color finally appeared on Nikita's face.
Zheng Qing chewed on the blood-replenishing pill Thomas fed him, only to feel a bitter taste filling his mouth. He still remembered when he went shopping at the Great Ming Pavilion in his freshman year, because he used a blood ritual to forge a law book at the Shangyuan Bookstore, he experienced symptoms of excessive blood loss, and it was Thomas who had given him a blood-replenishing pill at that time.
But this time, he could no longer taste the same as last time, in every sense. If he had known that the patient and meticulous interviewer beside him would one day tie him to an experiment table for dissection, the choice of whether to come to the First University would suddenly have become an unknown.
Let's just say the world is unpredictable, fate toys with people.
"Bring that thing over." Thomas's voice came from beside his ear.
