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

Chapter 85 Mr., your taste is so sweet (33)

[System: Is it really good to cut yourself a wound? 】

Following the direction of Jing Mo's finger, Nan Xing was a little bit concerned, pulled off his clothes, and looked down.

The mouth was long and looked fresh, and she swallowed vaguely.

"Sir, I'm going to find the medicine box." She turned nervously and went to work, but Jing Mo Yi grabbed her hand.

"It's useless." He explained in a low voice to Shang Nanxing's doubtful eyes, "The medicine is applied, and the wound is recovering very slowly. I'm afraid that I will participate..."

Halfway through the words of Jingmo, almost everything was made clear, and the medicine was useless.

"Mr.'s wound..." Nan Xing looked over with some distressed eyes.

"Have you heard of the healing power of the blood clan?" Jing Mo was lying on the chair, seemingly out of strength.

Nanxing shook his head.

"You can try."

The man's eyes are shallow, and they seem to be plated with a layer of brilliance, which is more charming than the moonlight.

"How to try?" Nan Xing asked.

Jing Mo sat up straight and leaned over, his neck was getting closer to Nan Xing, the corners of his lips raised slightly, "Can Nan Xing really not?"

Nan Xing's face tightened.

"Although the hole is not big, it still hurts a lot." Jing Mo's expression became a little lonely.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Nan Xing felt that the hole on his chest had grown a lot.

She quickly stretched out her hand to hold Jing Mo's shoulder, and said anxiously, "Sir, don't move."

"I didn't move, it was the wound that opened." Jingmo looked a little innocent.

"Nan Xing will treat you." The little girl said in a low voice, lowered her head, and touched his wound lightly.

Jingmo didn't cry out in pain, so she boldly continued to touch his wound.

She wanted to treat the disease wholeheartedly, and Jing Mo also felt it, obeying the rules and not breaking the rules, so that he could not find a reason to speak.

"Is my blood good to drink?" he asked after a long time.

"Well, Nan Xing doesn't know." The little blood clan withdrew his mouth, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and his expression was calm and natural.

"Which tastes better with the blood you just drank on the dining table?" Jingmo continued to ask.

"Huh? Nan Xing didn't drink blood?" She looked at him suspiciously, her voice soft and waxy, "That's the red juice that Sister Avril specially found for me."

"Juice?" Not blood?

Jing Mo frowned. He was careless just now. He only smelled a faint fishy smell similar to blood, so he mistakenly thought it was blood.

"Yeah, Nan Xing can't drink blood and will vomit." Thinking of the smell, she covered her mouth reflexively.

Jing Mo's eyes flashed with a smile, "Then why don't you spit my blood?"

Nan Xing was stunned for a moment, and murmured, "Yes, why didn't I vomit Mr.'s blood?"

On the contrary, I really want to smoke, and even dream of wanting to smoke.

"Sweet?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you still want to drink?"

"I don't want... I don't want to." The little blood clan quickly lowered his head to prevent Jing Mo from seeing his own thoughts.

"Really don't want to?" Jing Mo smiled and pinched her chin, rubbing gently, with a bit of coaxing in his tone.

"No, I didn't drink it, I don't know." Nan Xing shook his head hypnotically.

Jing Mo sat down on the chair savagely, stretched out his hands to grab her two arms, and easily carried her to his lap.

"Nan Xing, you have learned to lie." Jing Mo lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

He could clearly smell the faint breath on her body and the trace of blood, which was really sweet.

(End of this chapter)