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After speaking, Mr. Xuan Hui put down the feet of Jinwu in his hand.

"The three-legged Golden Crow will have some advantages in fighting and physicality, and the Golden Crow that has not grown a third leg will generally have a better development in the envoy of the flame, but this is not absolute, some long The Golden Crow with a third leg is also equally as good at manipulating the aura as the Golden Crow who has not grown a third leg."

Walking to Jinwu's head, he stretched out his hand to fully open Jinwu's left wing, and pushed aside the feathers, revealing a small wound hidden by the feathers.

"This Golden Crow did not die naturally. You can see the wound here. It is very small, but this wound directly damaged the heart of the Golden Crow. There are no other wounds on the Golden Crow's body. The attacker has escaped, and there are no clues left, so we have not found out what kind of creature attacked the Golden Crow."

Putting down the feather in his hand, he turned around and took out a small knife from the toolbox. A white light was reflected on Yan Jia's eyes by the side of the knife. Yan Jia felt a chill in his body instantly, and Yan Jian felt that the knife was terrifying.

The shape of the knife is very similar to the scalpel of the previous life. It seems that even if it is a different world, because the same use will end up being designed into the same shape.

Mr. Xuanhui first dragged Jinwu in the direction facing him, so that Jinwu's head completely hung down from the edge of the table, and then took out a container and placed it under Jinwu's head.

Instead of plucking the Golden Crow's hair, he only used his hand to remove the feathers on his neck, and lightly used a knife to lightly cut a small wound where the feathers were exposed.After Mr. Xuan Hui's hands left, a stream of blood slowly poured out of the wound.

As the blood slowly poured out, there was also a constant stream of fragrance in the classroom.The blood of the Golden Crow is not pure red like humans, but more like golden red, and it is constantly mixed with a little golden light.

The blood was not flowing slowly, and it didn't look like it was flowing from a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

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Chapter 14 Disillusionment

Looking at the golden red blood of Jinwu in front of him, it began to slowly flow out from the wound on the neck, and then slowly flowed down from the gap between the feathers due to the action of gravity, and finally gathered in the beak of Jinwu. It continuously drips down into the container discharged on the ground.

Yan Jia watched quietly as the blood level in the container slowly increased due to the falling blood.And the air above the container also began to become a little distorted, which was caused by the high temperature of the Golden Crow's blood.

Jinwu's corpse and dripping blood exuded high temperature, but all of this did not affect the surrounding students much, but only made some sweat on their heads.

Yan Jia turned to look at Gou Teng's head and found that there were also strands of hair stuck to the other's forehead due to sweat.

Aware of Yan Jia's gaze, he turned around and found that there was no trace of sweat on Yan Jia's body.

But seeing Yan Jia's expression, Gou Teng did not speak, but nodded and continued to look in the direction of Jin Wu.

After cutting a wound on Jin Wu's neck, Mr. Xuan Hui did not immediately proceed to the next step, but walked to the side and quietly waited for the blood of Jin Wu to flow.

Yan Jia looked at the container in front of him, and the container was placed in front of him, as if he could touch it as soon as he stretched out his hand, and it seemed so far away, separated by the distance between myth and reality.

You can also see the golden spots of light in the golden-red blood in the container, which are like stars in another universe.

Jinwu, in Yan Jia's previous life, symbolized the blazing sun in the sky, and was the top existence in any legend or story.

Being in the world of mountains and seas over the years has also allowed Yan Jia to further understand the power of the Golden Crow, not to mention the information about this magical life that Yan Jia has been collecting since childhood.

But whether it is the myths and legends of the previous life, or the various things collected about the Golden Crow in this world, they only tell the power of this kind of life created by heaven and earth, the power of this kind of creature.But there is no information to tell Yan Jia that this kind of life is actually just as fragile.

There is nothing that can shock Yan Jia as much as it is now.

In myths and legends, it represents the golden crow of the glorious sun. Even in the world of mountains and seas, it is still a mythical beast above the nine heavens.

Lying in front of Yan Jia now, as a corpse, although it is not an adult Golden Crow, but a young Golden Crow, it is still a legendary existence.

His head was hanging down in front of Yan Jia now, and the other party's golden-red blood, still emitting bursts of golden light, slowly flowed out from the wound on his neck in front of Yan Jia, and kept dripping into the container below.

Just lying on the table and waiting for the next dissection of a mortal, and there are more than 500 students staring at it intently.

All of this made Yan Jia feel an indescribable sense of disillusionment.

The information collected continuously in this life tells Yan Jia that Jinwu is not an animal that only knows how to eat and breed like the beasts in the previous life, but also has its own language, its own writing, and a civilization that belongs to Jinwu's own culture.

Not different from humans, even like another race that is more powerful.The biggest difference is that all Golden Crows have this powerful power from birth and live longer than mortals.

And now the corpse of a young Jinwu was placed in front of Yan Jia.

This was the first time in his life that Yan Jia had seen Jin Wu with his own eyes.

In Yan Jia's previous life, he heard a saying that when a person kills a person for whatever reason, he will find that everything is different.

Yan Jia feels this way now.

Everything seems to be a little different, but it seems that nothing has changed, the only thing that has changed is Yan Jia herself.

Although it should have been known for a long time, but now Yan Jia has some insights, it turns out that these legendary lives are actually not that far away from him.

It turns out that as long as it is strong enough, as long as it has enough power, even those in the myth can put them on the operating table and be slaughtered by themselves.

It turned out that life has always been so fragile, whether it is human or those legendary lives.

The blood of the Golden Crow is not slow, and it is not much.Even the container on the ground is not big but still not full.It's just that three-quarters of the blood was filled, and Jin Wu's wound was almost gone.

Mr. Xuan Hui did not wait for the blood of Jin Wu to drain, and waved his hand after seeing that the blood from the wound had become very little.

The blood of the Golden Crow, which had been quietly staying in the container, began to float slowly.

In the process of floating, it began to separate continuously, and when it finally floated to the top of the classroom, it had become one after another golden-red pearls of different sizes.

Finally, these pearls floating in the air flew from the top of the platform to the hands of everyone in the classroom.

Yan Jia stretched out her hands and took the pearl made of the blood of the Golden Crow that floated in front of her.

Contrary to Yan Jia's expectations, this ball of round beads made of blood did not turn into a pool of blood after Mr. Xuan Hui removed his power, but still retained its rounded shape.

It even feels a little stretchy.One hand dragged the blood mass, and the other hand slowly exerted force. The blood mass was not pressed down much without Yan Jia's real force.

And this group of blood gathered by the blood of the Golden Crow is not as hot as imagined, and it only feels warm to the touch.