Li Jiajia didn't expect such a thing to happen, and looked stunned when Chen Feng picked her up with one hand.
She grabbed Chen Feng's hand, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief and panic: "Chen...Chen Feng, what are you doing?"
She squeezed out a bitter and gentle smile with a sad look on her face: "Chen Feng, what happened? You can tell me, how did you..."
"You are not her."
"Chen Feng, what are you talking about!" Li Jiajia said in a panic, her eyes full of anxiety: "Who am I not? Who else can I be if I am not Li Jiajia? Chen Feng, what on earth are you talking about?"
"Let me go quickly. Let's talk about it if you have anything to do. What are you doing! Chen Feng!" Li Jiajia slapped Chen Feng's arm, her eyes full of pain, and tears fell down her cheeks, like broken beads.
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Facing the crying Li Jiajia and her accusations, Chen Feng did not show any signs of weakness.
"What's fake will always be fake."
"What's fake? It's true. Chen Feng, please let me go, or I'll be really angry!"
Li Jiajia stared at Chen Feng with red eyes, the sadness in her eyes almost overflowing.
"Really?" Chen Feng sneered, and used force in his hands. With a "click", Li Jiajia's neck tilted, and she just stared, incredibly lifeless.
He threw Li Jiajia in his hand on the ground like he was throwing garbage, and a trace of disgust flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.
He didn't expect that the old man could actually conjure up such a scene. The moment Li Jiajia appeared, Chen Feng was excited, but then he calmed down.
It was impossible for Li Jiajia to appear here. Chen Feng was quite dissatisfied with the old man borrowing her body.
Looking at Li Jiajia's body on the ground, Chen Feng left straight away. But the moment he opened the door, the world began to spin.
Before he could react, his vision went dark, and then he lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, Chen Feng found that he was back on the tenth floor.
Standing in front of the old man just now was a boiling, gurgling and bubbling pool. The blood-red water was rolling and exuding a bloody smell.
Chen Feng looked at the old man without saying a word, but the old man didn't care.
He walked over with a smile on his face, admiration for Chen Feng in his eyes: "Young man, you are very good."
The old man wanted to pat Chen Feng on the shoulder, but he dodged him sideways. He didn't feel angry that his hand failed.
Instead, he praised Chen Feng: "Young people are always vigilant. This is a good thing."
Then the old man pointed to the blood pool on the side and said: "This is the blood pool baptism."
Chen Feng stared at the surging pool of blood, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. He always felt that baptism in a blood pool shouldn't be like this.
This blood pool exudes a bloody smell, as if he really used human blood to gather it together.
If the Zhan people really used such pool water to baptize, it would be too bloody.
"Young man, what are you hesitating about?" The old man's words interrupted Chen Feng's thoughts.
He pointed to the blood pool and said: "Go, this is a great blessing."
As he spoke, the old man sighed with a look of regret: "It's a pity that it was taken away by you. After all, the young people of this generation in the clan are inferior in skills."
The old man shook his head, his head behind his back, his figure flashed a few times, and then disappeared from here.