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

Chapter 86 Mr., your taste is so sweet (34)

She is very light, her body is so petite that she can easily wrap it all up, and her long curly hair falls on his clothes, making her look a little tangled.

"Sir..." Nan Xing stretched out his hand to block his chest. Even though Jingmo was still cold, she felt that she was gradually getting hot, and her face was warm.

The little girl lowered her head and pinched the button on the collar of his shirt with her fingers, feeling a little helpless.

"I'll allow you to drink." Jing Mo stroked her head with a big hand, rubbed her long hair lightly, his voice low and intoxicated.

"Nan Xing doesn't drink."

How could she just drink the blood of Mr.

"You dislike it?" Jing Mo frowned slightly.

"no!"

"Forget it, it is indeed disgusting." The man sighed and prepared to let her go.

Nan Xing hurriedly grabbed his button and didn't let go, then stretched out his arms around his neck, lowered his head to bite it, and muttered, "Nan Xing doesn't dislike it."

For the first time, Little Fang showed his true nature in the brightly lit night, ripped his skin openly, and tasted the delicious pure and sweet blood.

Jing Mo tightened his arms, embraced her waist, stood up and walked towards the bed, silently raising his lips and laughing.

How could a kind-hearted human bloodline be willing to despise him?

Nan Xing sucked for a while, and seeing that Jing Mo's face didn't change, did he relax and taste the delicious food boldly.

[System: The progress bar has grown longer. 】

Jing Mo glanced at the progress, and unknowingly reached 60.00%.

Is this a profound realization that you are a little badass?

"Nan Xing." He whispered.

"Sir, do you hurt?" She stopped, looking at Jing Mo with some worry in her clear eyes.

"It doesn't hurt." Jing Mo said mildly.

Nan Xing lowered his head to touch his wound and healed him.

Even if it doesn't hurt, she can't indulge herself.

"You can suck my blood from now on." Jingmo said in a deep voice.

The little girl shook her head, "It's not good for Mr.

Several times she saw Jingmo walking and walking in a crooked way.

"No problem."

"That will take some time. In a few days, Mr. Banquet will challenge the Prince."

Jing Mo raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Who told you that."

"Sir is the Duke, isn't he?"

"Maybe Mr. is now the prince." Jingmo looked straight into her eyes.

"Ah?" Nan Xing hurriedly sat up, his fingers trembling a little, his eyes blinked quickly, as if he had discovered something major, "Then... does that gentleman want to fight ten?"

Thinking about it, she suddenly burst into tears.

"It's not a problem with one enemy and a hundred, why are you crying?" Jing Mo couldn't help but laugh.

"You, you are not in good health, I, I am afraid that you will not be able to beat you and get injured."

"Since I can remember, I've only had trouble with you." Qu Zhi tapped Nanxing's head on the head, and Jing Mo said helplessly.

"I was wrong." The little girl hugged her forehead guiltily.

"Are you full?"

"Yeah." Nan Xing lowered her head shyly, and fed herself with her husband's blood. She was really ignorant.

"Go to sleep when you're full, and you can speak directly if you want." Jingmo said in a flat tone.

Nan Xing lay down, raised his hand to cover his eyes and face, and said softly, "Sir, this is not good."

"What's wrong? Or do you want to change the blood family?"

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