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

Chapter 90 Mr., your taste is so sweet (38)

Nan Xing looked at the duke who was aloof, shut her out, and scorned and insulted her. At this moment, he ran out like a bereaved dog.

Are you happy?
The challenge is over, and the ceremony was held perfectly.

All the blood races went back to their own castles, and Fei Eryi also brought Nan Xing to prepare to go back.

Nan Xing went to An Er to clarify what happened just now. She didn't want her husband to misunderstand.

After that, I went home with Fei Eryi.

"Today, my lord thinks I'm tired. Don't bother my lord too much. If he has any requirements, you should try to satisfy him, and then rest early." Fei Eryi urged when she returned home.

"Mom, I will."

Mr. is very tired, she will not disturb him.

"Child." Fei Eryi stood there, thinking for a long time before deciding to nag a few more words.

"Huh? Mom."

"Do you like Lord Jingmo?"

"Like it!"

"What do you like?" Fei Erwen asked mildly.

Nan Xing raised his head suspiciously.

Fei'eryi touched the girl's face and said, "The ceremony of conferring the prince of the blood clan is not only a challenge, but there is another one after that."

"What is it?" Nan Xing raised her head curiously, her understanding of the traditional history of the blood clan was almost blank.

"Choose a partner. Many princes have a partner. If they don't have one, they will choose one that day."

"Did the gentleman also choose a partner?"

Fei'eryi's eyes were gentle, "Mom doesn't know, just tell you, lest my Nanxing know anything."

"Then Nan Xing won't bother Mr. to choose a partner." Nan Xing nodded wisely.

Fei'eryi's mouth twitched: "..."

……

"Sir, welcome back." Avril took the cape that Jing Mo had taken off and shouted respectfully.

"Where's Nanxing?" Jingmo looked around.

"Miss Nan Xing went to rest, saying that the adults have worked hard today and do not want to disturb Mr. Avril." Avril replied Nan Xing's meaning without a word.

"Yeah." Jingmo replied calmly, suddenly feeling relieved.

The little blood clan actually had this kind of consciousness?
[System: Host, the progress bar has risen again! 】

When Jing Mo heard this, his eyes narrowed, he took off his gloves, and walked towards the room with bare feet.

He should have gone to the blood pool to recover his strength now, but now, he is eager to see that little guy first.

The progress bar has increased by [-]%. What kind of insight does this have?

In the dim room, the little blood clan fell asleep obediently, and Jing Mo lit a small lamp.

Called her in a low voice, "Nanxing."

"Sir?" Nan Xing tilted his head and struggled to open his eyes when he heard the voice in a daze.

But I was so sleepy I couldn't get up at all.

"Come with me tonight." Jing Mo bent down and reached out to hug her.

"No." The little girl shook her head and refused.

"Be obedient." The cold chin rubbed against her forehead, her voice low and magnetic.

Although he was cold-blooded, now he wished that there was a guy like a stove in his arms, talking softly to him.

"You will be hungry, and it will hurt you." Nan Xing opened his eyes dumbfounded, and reached out to stop Jing Mo's hand.

Moreover, Mr. should have chosen a good partner.

"Nan Xing, I'm injured." He picked her up and went to the blood pond.

Hearing this, she suddenly opened her eyes, thinking that it should be the injury she suffered at the banquet just now, she almost blurted out, "Nan Xing can cure it!"

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