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Chapter 451 There is a Han Han Blood Race 17
Although this student is not very sensible, his receptivity is very good.

In about two hours, the Hanhan Blood Clan was able to understand basic daily language, and even uttered a word unexpectedly.

"baby."

His voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of youthfulness, and his soft tone was like a whisper from his ear after he just woke up, which was a bit seductive.

Yan Ge was curious how he knew this word, and asked slowly, "How did you know?"

The Hanhan blood raised his jaw arrogantly, looking very proud.

Yan Ge: "..."

Her expression became extremely serious, even a little ruthless, "The word baby can only be said to me, you understand?"

Suddenly being murdered, the Hanhan Blood Clan felt baffled and aggrieved.

He glared at Yan Ge, his scarlet eyes flickered fiercely, and he bared two sharp teeth, making him even more ruthless than Yan Ge.

When Yan Ge raised his hand, his brain was blown away.

Hanhan's ferocious look froze on his face, and his eyes flickered in disbelief.

He frowned a few times, and his expression gradually became a little resentful. He raised his hand to cover his forehead, and muttered something for some reason.

Yan Ge guessed that he was swearing.

Turning around, he took out the pliers hidden in the drawer, and pressed it against the small fangs of the Hanhan blood.

Although the Hanhan Blood Race didn't know what this thing was for, he sensed a hint of danger, and immediately became honest, blinking like "I'm a good boy, you can't kill me".

Yan Ge narrowed his eyes and threatened him for a while, then removed the pincers, hooked his hands and said to him: "Come with me."

The Hanhan Blood Clan obediently followed Yan Ge to the barrel.

Yan Ge scooped a few ladles of water into the wooden barrel, then stuffed the ladle into his hand, and motioned, "Get the bath water yourself."

The Hanhan blood pondered for a while, looked at the wooden barrel and then at the water stored in the stone jar, tried to scoop up a ladle and poured it into the wooden barrel, and looked at Yan Ge questioningly.

Yan Ge felt relieved and touched his face, "Continue."

The Han Han blood who received the gentle smile was like a husky who had only eaten a large piece of meat, almost dancing and scooping water into the wooden barrel for fun.

If the water ladle in his hand is replaced by the cheerleader's bouquet, he can definitely become one of the cheerleaders.

Looking at the splashing water, Yan Ge felt that he would definitely have a cerebral hemorrhage.

"Okay, stand still."

She stretched out her hand to hold Hanhan's blood clan's wrist, and forcibly stopped him from playing with the water.

The Hanhan blood stood up straight, like a soldier waiting to give orders.

Yan Ge snatched the water ladle from his hand and threw it into the barrel, brushed his long hair away, and reached out to untie the drawstring of his skirt.

As a result, the Hanhan Blood Clan suddenly took a big step backwards, looked at Yan Ge in horror, and hugged himself tightly with both arms.

Yan Ge: "..."

Are you a dramatist?
She waved to him: "Come here."

The Hanhan Blood Clan shook his head frantically.

Yan Ge folded his arms and looked like the dean: "Then you wash it yourself?"

The Hanhan blood race nodded frantically.

Yan Ge's brows were slightly surprised.

Know the difference between men and women?

The cutie grows up pretty fast.

She left a meaningful smile to the Han Han who was holding her, turned around and walked back to the bedroom, found a clean container, a dagger, and the gauze to bandage the wound——

Yan Ge slashed his arm expressionlessly, preparing rations for the Hanhan Blood Race.

Zizi, who flew in, felt distressed, rubbed Yan Ge's cheek with her small head, and said, "It's almost enough! You have to pay attention to your body!"

(End of this chapter)