Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 107 Extremely Provocative: A Touch of Murderous Aura

"Haha... Xiaoye, how can you bully others, it's okay to cry, her mother didn't give birth to her in vain if she died."

The vicious words of the short-haired girl came into my ears again, and the slander of "Mom" hurt my dusty heart.

She actually blatantly ridiculed us, everyone couldn't help but get angry, Ling Qi even crushed the glass quilt, but when he saw Meng Chike, he had no choice but to suppress his anger.

On the contrary, Nami was not angered. She turned her head to look at Meng Chike who was silent, and sat back in the chair, sucking on her drink angrily.

"Xingou's garbage bug, don't insult this lady's eyes, hum...Meng Chike, don't think that this lady likes you and you are right, you are just a poor bastard that your mother doesn't want..."

"Bang—bang—"

Headed by Xue Kaikai, with those few arrogant guys, they stood and insulted us and spoke ill of us.

When she uttered the word "Mom" again, I stood up abruptly, kicked my slender legs, and the chair under my feet was kicked aside by me, and hit a table heavily, making a booming sound.

I pulled up my eyelids deeply, feeling that my pupils were struggling with a powerful force, and a murderous look flashed across my eyes, and I glared at Xue Kaikai angrily.

She still maintained an elusive sneer, and a pair of wise eyes poured into my pupils.

The onlookers who confronted her tit-for-tat couldn't help but be infected, and a kind of passion was cast in their hearts.

"Apologize to her." Meng Chike, who had always been indifferent, finally spoke, but...it turned out to be such a sentence.

"Apologize?" Although it wasn't surprising, I still found it funny:
"Why should I apologize, I'm just venting, is it wrong? I'm just upset that she insulted my friend, is it wrong? I just can't stand her saying that to you, is it wrong?"

Like a mad sparrow, I yelled at Meng Chike, and the last sentence almost tore out my throat, and the lingering sound was still in the air and was slowly formatted by the wind.

My beating heart is a little lonely, why should I bear it, why?Under one after another of parasols, no one spoke, Meng Chike suddenly stood up from his seat, and stood tall in front of me.

His rosy pupils looked at me, and I looked back at him with the same stubbornness. In any case, even if I die today, I can't listen to him.

Meng Chike lowered his head slightly, staring at my face, he took out a tissue, and gently and carefully wiped off the stains on my face.

(End of this chapter)