"Traction?"
"Bloodline, curse."
"Then was it...me who caused it?"
"At first, I didn't think it was you, but now I suspect it is you."
"Are you sure you haven't left any descendants?"
"No."
"Then it's not bloodline, is there a third option?"
"No."
"Doesn't that mean I was...by you..."
"Didn't your parents ever tell you to read less inappropriate books?"
"I feel a bit lost now."
"Write down your birth date and time, and I'll calculate it for you."
Li Zhiyuan quickly wrote down his birth information, the figure moved the pen on the paper, but he did not look down, instead, he stared at Li Zhiyuan's face.
"Swoosh!"
The paper on the table suddenly caught fire, and it also burned the figure's right hand. Without hesitation, the figure's left hand turned into a knife, and with a "puff", he cut off his right hand.
"Ouch." The figure looked at Li Zhiyuan again, "Haha, ouch."
Li Zhiyuan: "Ouch, what does that mean?"
