"You can't rush to assert." Zhuge Chanjuan shook her head, "The blood of people is not the same. If your blood does not melt with it, maybe other people's blood will melt."

The two of them didn't understand it very well, but with Zhuge Chanjuan here, they didn't need to understand it too much, they just needed to watch quietly.

Then Zhuge Chanjuan tried it with her own blood, but it still failed.

"Why do I go and catch a turtle and try it?" The fat man looked depressed.

Zhuge Chanjuan ignored him and walked to the corner to pick Murong Feng's blood. It melted, and the two drops of blood slowly melted into a drop from the wine.

"It's a man." Zhuge Chanjuan poured off the bowl of wine.

"Will you make a mistake?" The fat man was worried.

In order to reassure him, Zhuge Chanjuan tried again, but still blended together.

"It's a human being, there's no mistake." Zhuge Chanjuan was very sure.

"Isn't the blood all used to recognize relatives? It can also be used to recognize people." The fat man gained insight.

"It is easy to make mistakes when you recognize your relatives by dropping blood. If the child follows the father's blood and uses the mother's blood to try, the blood will not blend together, and the same is true for the other way around." Zhuge Chanjuan said.

"Can you be sure that the two are biological mother and son?" Nan Feng asked.

"Who do you want to try?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked back.

"It's a long story." Nan Feng said, thinking of Liu Ruyan and his seventh brother Mo Li from Lihuo Palace.

Zhuge Chanjuan did not ask, but said, "It's not difficult. Even if the child's bloodline is with his father, I have a way to determine whether they are mother and son."

"That's good." Nanfeng nodded, turned his fingers and said, "Wake him up."

"Isn't it just like killing a chicken with a slap in a slap?" Zhuge Chanjuan was unwilling to take action.
Chapter completed!