Chapter 77
The sharp and immature child's voice has the most pure beauty and the most undisguised malice.

"Hahahahahahaha, a person who doesn't even have legs still wants to play with us?"

"Hey, that's it, he's still the prince?"

"Trash, little trash! He is a little trash!"

"Bah, you trash, do you still want to play with us?"

"Hmph, the second prince is better than the others!"

"Second Prince, I want to play with you!"

"Second Prince, we want to play with you too!"

……

"Brother Huang, I'm really sorry. It's not that I want to take your friend away, it's really because...you are a waste that no one likes."

The gloomy and gloomy picture gradually converged into a pair of ferocious hands, grabbing his neck.

Bright and beautiful flowers, delicate and bright porcelain, and playful friends.

All because of the appearance of Sikong, who left him mercilessly.

Si Ming panted in pain, desperately trying to suppress the rushing gas in his body.

He clasped his hands tightly on the handles of the wheelchair.

The force was so strong that it even left a dent in the handle.

Sikong squinted his eyes and hung his lips leisurely.

The people behind him gasped heavily, obviously the poison had played a role.

An elf-like person, broke into sight.

Looking at Lan Yao's face, Sikong swallowed.

Is this person a mermaid who can turn a fish's tail into legs?

The white and tender bare feet stepped on the slightly wet footprints on the ground, which was playful and cute.

Sikong's stomach felt hot, he put on a charming smile, and stepped forward calmly.

In his eyes, Lan Yao was walking towards him.

"you……"

Before the word "good" came out, the red figure skipped over to his side.

Didn't even give him a look.

Sikong's smile froze. For the first time in his life, someone ignored him so directly.

Lan Yao stepped forward excitedly and stood in front of Si Ming: "Si Ming, are you dead?"

The words that made one's heart ache were a bit strange.

Si Ming raised his head in a daze, opening and closing his lips, playing slowly in his eyes.

Beautiful and delicate people, every move becomes silent.

Why, why did you choose him?

Lan Yao babbled for a long time, but Si Ming ignored him.

"Huh?" Lan Yao tilted his head, "This man is seriously ill..."

Lan Yao gritted her teeth, and pinched Si Ming's jaw with her left hand, forcing him to open his lips.

Bite open a wound with his right hand and poke into Si Ming's lips.

Close up.

Heizi was taken aback by his domineering, non-sloppy, and coherent movements.

Si Ming was also a little confused.

The scallion-like fingers that were glowing with fragrance made him move his tongue subconsciously.

Licked it lightly.

Because of this action, the blood beads were sucked into his mouth by him.

The extremely overbearing gas that was running rampant in the body was strangely smoothed away.

There was nothing in the body, as if there was nothing.

Lan Yao withdrew his hand like an electric shock, his face was a little red.

He looked at the needle-sized hole on his finger with pain, and muttered shyly: "Shouldn't the wound hurt? Why is it so itchy?"

At this moment, 229 is a little dumbfounded:
?what do i see
Am I dazzled, or the host lost his mind?

With such a small cut, the hero would have eaten at most a drop of blood!
In a daze, 229 thought of some distant memory.

——【Give him a drink of blood in exchange for...】

229: ...Ahhhhhhh!
229 Sorrow flowed against the river, fell limply to the ground, wept in despair: it's over, it's over.

Si Ming stared at Lan Yao without blinking, his eyes were strange and paranoid: "Lanlan, why did you choose me?"

The frivolous question was like a knife forcing an answer.

(End of this chapter)

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