The secret of the BILLIONAIRE
I stopped talking when I felt as if a thread cut my hand, a thin, agonizing pain, but I squeezed my fingers in my hand, making the blood paint faster, falling on the flower and the drops of blood were turning golden, normally they were supposed to dissipate, but first they turned golden and then they dissipated, Dragazon looked on in admiration.
"The blood of a demigod giving freely is even more powerful," he muttered distractedly.
"Demigod what?" I ask confused.
""Ah... it reminds me of a good time, when we had power, blood was well received, my lady," I said, but I didn't understand anything.
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