Zhong Niangyao was already too late to stop it, she could only watch as Hu Jiu dug a bead out from his dantian. Even though it was bloody, the bead emitted a warm glow and gave off a very comfortable feeling.
Looking at the bead in Hu Jiu's hand, for some reason, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of sadness, as if one's own companion was being brutalized.
"This is my Demon Core, I'm giving it to you."
Having lost his Demon Core, Hu Jiu aged more rapidly, the wrinkles on his face visibly multiplying, his hair whitening even faster, and even the hand holding the Demon Core, dried up like withered branches.
Nevertheless, when he looked at Zhong Niangyao, his eyes were filled with devoutness. It was as if... as if Zhong Niangyao was his faith itself.
"Why would you give me this?" Zhong Niangyao had already arrived in front of Hu Jiu, but she did not take what was in Hu Jiu's hand, "We should be considered enemies, shouldn't we?"
