The blood spirit crystal reflected in Lu Qingshan's eyes, making them appear scarlet, with light flickering through them.
Ying Jun had been staring at Lu Qingshan's face, observing every change in his expression.
It seemed that none of Lu Qingshan's subtle psychological activities could escape his eyes.
Now, he clearly saw that after he took out the blood spirit crystal, Lu Qingshan's pupils slightly contracted, and a trace of desire flashed in his eyes.
Ying Jun immediately felt more confident.
No one can resist the temptation of the blood spirit crystal.
Especially a mixed-blood.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Lu Qingshan, and sighed lightly, saying, "Although it's very unfair to evaluate you based on bloodline despite your skills and tactics,
our Demon Race is like this. As long as you are a mixed-blood, no matter how outstanding you are, what can you do?"
Ying Jun showed a posture of empathy, indicating that he stood on the same side as Lu Qingshan.
