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

Chapter 73 Mr., your taste is so sweet (21)

To Shang Nanxing's surprised look, Jing Mo nodded seriously: "Yes."

"Then show it to sir!" Nan Xing turned sideways generously, with a sweet smile on his face.

Jing Mo touched for a long time, rubbing or rubbing lightly. When he realized what he was doing, his expression immediately became indifferent, "Shrink back."

Little Wing trembled in shock, and Nan Xing looked up at him nervously.

Jing Mo pursed his lips, "Don't let other vampires look at your wings."

Because she is too beautiful, she will be jealous.

"But Nanxing can't control it, it can't be taken back." Little Wing moved, still flapping stubbornly in Jing Mo's hands.

trouble.

Jing Mo looked at her lightly, still the stupid little blood clan.

"In the castle, you don't need to put it away, just practice slowly." He touched the little wing without a trace.

"Okay sir!" Nan Xing nodded in response.

"What were you doing in the study just now?"

"reading a book."

"Do you understand?"

"I don't understand, is Mr. busy? Can you teach me?" The little girl was full of anticipation.

"If you don't, let Avril arrange a teacher for you." Jing Mo habitually refused her request.

Nan Xing's expression was still happy, his eyes crescent with a smile, "Thank you sir."

[System: Host, the current task progress is [-]%, and there is a long way to go...]

The system inserted the channel very badly.

Jing Mo's face sank.

[The little blood race is kind, it's good. 】He thought to the bottom of his heart.

[System: Host, why have you changed your mind? 】

[The Duke likes it. 】

【system:……】

After the sun went down, it was the time when the blood clan became active. There were many similar species flying over the castle, but Nan Xing could only look up enviously.

Her wings are so small that it may take a long time to fly.

"Want to fly?" Jing Mo tasted the drink in his hand, and looked at the sky lightly.

"When I grow up, I will be able to fly." Nan Xing said full of ambition.

"It's estimated to take several years." Jing Mo glanced at her with disgust, and the little wings had already shrunk back.

"Nan Xing!" Fei'eryi came out after a rest, and seeing Jing Mo was there, she shouted respectfully, "Lord Duke."

Jing Mo nodded slightly, without much expression.

"Mom, are you still feeling bad?"

"It's not uncomfortable anymore, thanks to the medicine sent by the Duke." Fei'eryi smiled kindly.

"Sir is a good blood family." Nan Xing applauded.

"Does Nanxing want to fly up? Mom can take you to fly." Fei'eryi said with serious eyes.

Her child is already a qualified and pure half-blood, and no other race will laugh at her in the future.

She was very grateful to the Duke, which was a gift in her dark and hopeless life.

"I think! But my mother is injured." Nan Xing shook his head obediently and thoughtfully.

Fei Eryi smiled helplessly, "This injury is nothing, give me your hand."

Nan Xing stretched out his hand in surprise and was about to hold Fei Eryi's hand when a pale hand reached out and held her hand.

Cold fingers hooked her fingers and held her firmly.

"Fei Eryi is injured, I'll do this kind of thing." After that, he spread out his purple wings, wrapped one hand around her waist, and the wind rose in an instant.

"gentlemen!"

"Don't you like it?" Jing Mo took her to fly high, frowning slightly and looking at her.

"Like it! Thank you sir!"

Nan Xing's fair and delicate face was full of surprises, and the silver-white wings protruded out at some point, waving slowly in the wind.

(End of this chapter)