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

Chapter 71 Mr., your taste is so sweet (19)

This originally belonged to Nanxing's blood, he just felt it, so he took it today.

"From now on, Nan Xing will be a real half-blood." He smiled gently, sending blood droplets into her body.

"Sir, it's a little hot." The little girl with her eyes closed frowned.

"Be patient, it will be fine in a while." He stretched out his hand and embraced her, and his arm firmly carried her onto the big bed.

The long magnetic voice said: "Close your eyes and sleep, and you will be fine tomorrow."

"Mother……"

"Your mother is taken care of, and she will be back to normal tomorrow."

Hearing this, Nan Xing quickly fell asleep.

Looking at her clean and fair face, Jing Mo laughed suddenly, "No wonder she is so stupid."

I don't even know if my things have been stolen.

There are not many cases of blood races falling in love with humans. Although their descendants are not as capable as other pure blood races, they will not be cast aside to such an extent.

Nan Xing, however, was the accident, because she lacked the blood drop that was born to her.

A small blood clan that cannot flexibly adapt to the blood clan and human identity will eventually be bullied.

"In the future, no one will dare to bully you again." He raised his hand and rubbed her forehead.

As long as the fusion goes smoothly, Nan Xing will live without disdain like the other heirs.

"Sir..." Nan Xing twisted uneasily as if his body was burned by magma.

[System, scan it. 】

[System: Good host, the initial judgment is a normal reaction of fusion, please rest assured. 】

"Sir... it hurts... ah!"

She twisted her body suddenly, fine sweat broke out on her forehead, and her whole face was pale and painful because of the pain.

【Are you sure this is all right? 】

Holding Nan Xing's struggling hands, Jing Mo felt a panic in his heart for no reason.

[Checked the system with no problem: ... maybe, the god egg is different? 】

"It's so cold... it's so cold!" The man who was sweating suddenly had his teeth chattering again, and his rosy face turned ashen, as if he was in an ice cellar.

"Damn it!" Jing Mo's dark eyes flashed red, he stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, took off his clothes and lay in.

【system:! ! !Host, don't you know that your body is colder? 】

As a great and noble blood race adult, is it possible that you still want to learn how to use your body to warm your body?

Jing Mo's expression was slightly restrained, his palms slowly covered Nan Xing's waist, and he whispered: "It will be cold soon."

"Sir..." The little blood clan burrowed into his arms uncomfortably, it was very warm and warm, as if there was a warm flame surrounding her.

"Why are you so squeamish." Jing Mo smiled and hugged the person tightly, his eyes showing softness.

"Itchy..." The soft and waxy voice began to shout again, low.

"Where's the itch?" Jing Mo looked down at her.

It was the first time he knew that it was so troublesome for a little blood to fuse his own blood.

"On the back..."

Jing Mo listened to her expressionlessly, and poked his cold palms from her waist.

The fingers moved to the delicate and creamy back, and the fingertips slowly slid.

Nan Xing sighed contentedly, stretched out his hand and hugged Jing Mo in front of him, raised his head and leaned over.

She opened her mouth skillfully, revealing her small fangs, biting Jing Mo's neck, and sucking contentedly.

Jingmo:  …

(End of this chapter)