Sea Master was surprised: "What is it? With our relationship, Xiao Shui can speak directly."
"I'd like to borrow your blood and flesh!"
Sea Master's heart skipped a beat, his body tensed, and he instinctively recalled the brown Eight-clawed King. Then he realized that Liang Qu wasn't such a person, and relaxed again.
"What does Xiao Shui want with my blood and flesh?"
"To be precise, there are two things today, both are time-consuming: one is to take some of your blood and flesh for cultivation, and the second is to have you transform temporarily."
Sea Master became more confused: "Cultivation? How to cultivate? Although I am an Eight-claw, I can only change forms, and who does Xiao Shui want me to turn into? A giant Little Eying? That's not possible, it's too perverse."
Sea Master wrapped his eight tentacles around himself tightly.
"Cough." White Ape almost choked on the river water.
