Quick Transmigration: The host is so sweet after being counter-attacked!

Sensing the slightly dignified atmosphere on Loser, Zhu Chu stretched out his bone wings and poked his arm, and said softly, "I will help you, don't worry."

It's true that she is the queen of the blood clan, but after what happened last night, people who have already started to watch the Devil's Party are upset, so take this opportunity to scare them away, and get rid of those who have dissenting hearts, which is great.

"I see."

The temperature on the vampire's body is very low, it's the same whether it's in human form or bat form, but it's weird, Loser feels that the place where he was poked seems to be scalded.

It's a little overwhelming.

He could only force himself to ignore these feelings.

After coming out of the temple, Loser must have used some kind of blindfold. There were fewer people around him paying attention to him. When Zhu Chu was about to ask aloud, he felt that he was being pulled out.

"Hey?" Zhu Chu was stunned, and finally felt how he felt when he fiddled with the little bat before, "What are you doing?"

The expression on Loser's face remained the same, but the movements of his hands were quieter: "Come out and have a look, no one will notice you."

Obviously, he included Zhu Chu when he used the blindfold method.

Needless to say, Zhu Chu also wanted to come out and take a look, and now this development is just in line with her wishes, and the little bat reluctantly turned around, as if accepting this statement: "That's fine."

As a blood clan who is not afraid of the sun, it feels amazing to be held in the palm of someone's palm and look at the world.

In the hearts of people in this world, white is a very sacred color, which is only worn when praying, so people on the street wear it more casually, at least not too uniformly.

Zhu Chu was dissatisfied with Loser's clothes from left to right, so he used his strength to help him change, and even covered the color of his pupils.

"If you meet a blood race, don't you just call yourself."

Zhu Chu expressed concern about Loser's ability to disguise.

"Yes." In the final analysis, after staying in the temple for a long time, Loser has little knowledge of common sense, so he consciously learned: "Trouble the queen."

This was the first time Loser called Zhu Chu that way. If the priests in the temple saw him, his jaw would drop in shock.

After all, the temple is really at odds with the blood race. Even the people in the temple call Zhu Chu by his real name directly, not to mention keeping his posture so low. This is simply impossible.

Zhu Chu also felt a little strange when he heard it: "You...just call me by my name, don't call me that."

"Okay, Empress."

Hearing these words, Loser slightly curled his lips into a smile, his eyes sparkling, but the address on his lips still remained unchanged.

Obviously, I listened to it, but I didn't plan to change it.

Zhu Chu had no choice but to say, "Forget it, it's up to you."

How to call it the other party's business, I have already said it once, even if I call it a leak in front of everyone in the future, it is Loser's problem, and I can't embarrass myself.

Seeing the girl give up struggling, the smile in Loser's eyes grew even wider. He reached out and touched the little bat's bone wings, which was unsurprisingly cold.

The bones and wings of bats are already more sensitive. Zhu Chu was impatient with his small movements, and suddenly hugged himself, with a little anger in his voice: "What are you doing?"