When the full-level boss picks up the zero-level petite bag

Chapter 67 Mr., your taste is so sweet (15)

"Where are your wings?" Jing Mo, who opened his wings to fly, suddenly looked at Nan Xing and asked.

Nan Xing opened his mouth, waved his hands, raised his small face and showed a pure and innocent expression at Mr.

She has no wings, she cannot fly.

The corners of Jingmo's mouth twitched, stupid little blood clan.

This kind of innate skill does not know, what does he raise it for?
"Sir, your wings are purple." Nan Xing hugged Jing Mo's neck and looked curiously at the rhythmically flapping wings in the air.

"Look more carefully." Jing Mo snorted and didn't say anything more to her.

Nan Xing tilted his head and looked over, reached out and touched his wings, a little soft.

Jing Mo retracted his wings instantly, hugged Nan Xing with his expression unchanged, and slowly landed.

Seeing the Duke of Anders Castle who had lived for a short time, Nanxing flinched for a moment.

Jing Mo directly flicked his spiritual power over, the door slammed open, and the alarm sounded inside.

"Who's making trouble outside?" Several guards rushed out, and when they saw Jing Mo wearing a black-gold cape and some logos printed on his gloves, they didn't dare to scold him at will.

"My lord," they called respectfully.

"Tell you dukes, I'm here to settle the bill." Putting Nan Xing down in his arms, he easily raised his hand and touched Nan Xing's head with his height advantage.

The suppression of the bloodline made the guards have no resistance at all, and greeted the person respectfully, "Yes."

"The elder is not good. A duke broke into the castle and threatened to settle the account." The guard hurried in and shouted loudly.

"Which duke?"

The night is an important time for the activities of the blood clan. At this time, the elder is talking with the juniors. Hearing the report, he immediately turned serious.

"Subordinates do not know."

The elder thought for a while, then nodded and said, "I'll go take a look."

It stands to reason that it is impossible for an equal blood race to be so arrogant, unless the other party comes to court death.

Seeing Nan Xing standing next to Jing Mo from a distance, the elder frowned unhappily. Could it be that Nan Xing was not willing to be expelled, so he asked for help?
A non-pure-blooded blood clan still has the face to come back?
"Isn't this Fei'eryisheng's bastard? Did you come back to pick up your traitorous mother?"

As the princess of Duke Anders Castle, Farinmei was very arrogant and asked in a mocking tone.

"Where is my mother?"

Nan Xing looked around and didn't see Fei'eryi, so he was a little worried.

"Your mother was imprisoned in the underground bloody abyss and tortured. Are you coming back to aggravate her sins?"

"Underground Blood Abyss?"

Nan Xing's expression changed, he shook his head, let go of Jing Mo's hand and wanted to go to the underground bloody abyss.

Jing Mo firmly held people.

"The Duke, I don't know why you are here today?" The elder respectfully walked over to greet him, but his expression did not show much fear, but rather calm.

Because when he was with Jingmo, he didn't feel any pressure from his blood, which means that the other party's identity as a duke may be a sleight of hand, or clothes that he stole from somewhere.

"Looking for Anders to catch up." Jingmo said calmly.

"I'm sorry, our Lord Duke is in retreat, and probably won't be able to come out to greet you. If you have any orders, you can arrange for me to do it."

(End of this chapter)