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

Chapter 83 Mr., your taste is so sweet (31)

Concerning the issue of face, the great Duke hesitated decisively.

[Or, I haven't stayed with the little blood clan these days? 】

[System: The system thinks this idea is feasible. 】

【Um. 】

Jingmo thought about everything, but never thought that a little blood clan would flap his wings pitifully all night because of starvation.

She stayed up all night, holding back her hunger and her inner greed.

I can't go. My husband has been walking unsteadily recently, so she can't make trouble for him.

I heard that when the prince canonization ceremony, ten dukes will be allowed to challenge to judge whether the prince is worthy of respect.

Fighting is not allowed within the blood clan, let alone fighting within the clan, but such large-scale challenge activities are the tradition of the clan and are also allowed.

Her husband is a duke, and she will definitely challenge him at that time. In order for her husband to be able to challenge more beautifully, she must be a good blood family who cultivates her self-cultivation and restrains herself.

Nan Xing ran to ask Avril to find her food, which was still human food, but it was a little tasteless to chew.

I really want to drink blood, fresh blood.

No, she just wanted to drink the blood of her husband, it was sweet and fragrant.

"Sir, Miss Nanxing hasn't slept yet." Avril sent someone to inform.

"She doesn't sleep? What is she doing?" Jing Mo asked curiously.

"Miss Nanxing is hungry and eating."

"What to eat?"

"In the beginning, it was human food, but now... it seems that I want to drink blood, and it has been arranged to be delivered." The maid replied one by one.

Jing Mo sat up, put on his clothes, got out of bed, frowned and asked, "Where did the blood come from?"

"Nature is human."

Jing Mo started walking towards the restaurant with bare feet.

When she arrived, what she saw was Nan Xing with a mouth full of bright red blood, and her expression seemed very satisfied.

At that moment, there was an indescribable emotion in Jing Mo's heart.

Can any other blood be compared to his blood?
Why is she so satisfied?

Jingmo felt that his majesty was being challenged.

"Sir?!" Nan Xing raised his head, a little surprised.

"Is it delicious?" Jing Mo said coldly, even he didn't know how much resentment was mixed in.

"Delicious!" She licked her lips. This juice-flavored drink is delicious, and she won't be hungry after drinking it at night.

Nan Xing thought happily, on the one hand because he didn't have to hurt Jing Mo, on the other hand because he found a good way to not go hungry.

"good to eat?"

A cold light flashed across Jing Mo's eyes, he raised his feet and took two steps forward, reached out and lifted the person on the table, pressed it on the table, and leaned down, his aura was a little angry.

"Where is it delicious? Huh?" His expression became more and more indifferent.

"Sir? What's the matter with you?"

Why do you feel a little unhappy?

No, it's a very upset look.

Nanxing was a little confused.

"Such low-level food is so delicious?" Jing Mo clenched his fists and wanted to throw away the food in front of him.

Nan Xing scratched his fingers in the air and looked down, um, the nails have grown again.

"Delicious." She held her fingers and replied seriously.

Seeing her look of incomparable confirmation, Jing Mo only felt a sigh of relief in his chest, as if he was feeding the wrong wolf cub.

"Avril, remove all the food." He looked at Nan Xing's face and commanded indifferently, "In the future in the castle, all blood races are forbidden to eat."

(End of this chapter)