"Does this ring have a particular purpose?" Luo Qiu picked up one of the red ones to look at.
He heard Xitacil speak earnestly at this moment: "My friend, you have given me such a precious thing, this invaluable friendship leaves me feeling honored. So I decided to confess some things to you honestly, so we can meet each other frankly."
Luo Qiu displayed a listening expression for the continuation.
Xitacil said solemnly at this point, "Do you know we have a tradition of hunting day?"
"A festival?" Luo Qiu thought for a moment.
"Something like that."
Xitacil nodded, "For us, hunting day is like a feast. We are very restrained daily, but the impulse hidden in the body, if long suppressed without release, can easily cause us to lose ourselves. Once lost, we lose our rationality. In fact, most of the legends about bloodsuckers circulating in the world are about lost bloodsuckers, unable to control themselves well, thus bringing disaster upon themselves."
