Fast-Crossing Big Boss: Blackening Lord God is Paranoid and Sick

Chapter 191 The ruthless vampire boss VS the sweet and timid little slave (6)

Now that several elders from thousands of years ago have died, there is no one in the entire blood hunter clan who is stronger than Watson. Now the only way is to surrender and still preserve the blood hunter clan.

Wei Qing's dry and old fingers slowly stroked the box body.

"The ancestors have long expected this situation. This wooden box not only contains the seal of the clan leader, but also the energy of several elders of the Blood Hunter clan, which is enough to fight Watson."

Wei Mohan's amber pupils shrank suddenly, and when he raised his eyes, Wei Qing stared directly at him, silently threatening, waiting for an answer.

Wei Mohan narrowed his eyes. Now that Wei Qing was telling him such a secret in a big way, he had no second choice.

Become a clan leader or die.

He can't help but accept this hot potato...

Wei Mohan picked up the wooden box and said, "Mohan understands."

Seeing his agreement, Wei Qing smiled with satisfaction and said, "Go down and refine the energy."

"Yes."

Wei Mohan left, closed the door, his expression changed, and he looked at the wooden box in his hand with unknown meaning.

the other side.

Luo Yi has a high degree of freedom in the side hall. Except for the main hall where Watson lives, she can come and go at will.

When she was bored, she installed a swing in the courtyard of the side hall and planted a few pots of flowers.

When Yamo came over, she was sitting on the swing, her white skirt flying, looking carefree and unrestrained.

A female voice sounded behind her.

"You are free."

Luo Yi heard the voice, looked sideways, and his eyes lit up.

At this time, Yamo no longer wore the red dress of the past. She was dressed in a black dress with gold threads. She looked noble and elegant. Her long hair was tied up, showing a bit of sassiness.

"nice!"

Yamo turned his head slightly and hummed softly.

"You still need to tell me?"

Ever since she learned that Watson likes red, Yamo has always been wearing a red dress, which has not changed for millions of years. After wearing it for so long, she even forgot what her favorite color was.

Now that he was wearing a dress of another color again, Yamo suddenly felt an indescribable sense of relaxation.

Luo Yi stood up and looked at her with a smile.

"Is something wrong?" Yamo paused, his red eyes changed, and after a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind.

"I think what you said before is right. I do have problems getting along with the clan leader."

Otherwise, why hasn't Watson looked at her for so many years?

"What's your idea?"

Hearing this, Luo Yi chuckled, stood up and walked to Yamo. His voice was sweet, but his eyes showed a bit of stubbornness.

"Sister Yamo, I also like Watson, you want me to give you some advice?"

Is she that stupid?

Yamo narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, "Then what do you mean?"

"Fair competition."

Luo Yi tilted his head, looking calm.

"You're just a slave, but you still compete with me fairly? What qualifications do you have?"

Yamo smiled angrily and looked down at her, not caring.

[Master, Quinn is outside. ]

Inside the sea of ​​knowledge, the system prompts.

Luo Yi glanced outside, and a black robe was looming.

Her eyes moved slightly, she looked at Yamo and stated her tone.

"Since Watson allowed me to live here, it proves that I am different in his mind."

Yamo was silent for a while. This was really something she couldn't understand. Why would the patriarch give such a great favor to a slave for no reason?

When the negotiation failed, Yamo stepped forward and pinched her face with his hand, arrogantly.

"Then try it."

After saying this, Yamo flashed and left.

Luo Yi sat back on the swing and swayed slowly, as if he didn't know there was someone outside the door.

A few minutes later, Quinn left quietly.

Luo Yi was not a passive person, so he took the initiative to go to the main hall with a basket that night.

When Arthur saw her, he stretched out his hand to stop her, his expression serious.

"The patriarch doesn't see anyone."

(End of this chapter)