The host of fast time travel was kissed by the hero after his death

Chapter 82
Si Ming bent his waist abruptly, and spat out a big mouthful of black blood.

The blood spread out on the ground, the deep red to black blood made Lan Yao jump away in horror.

Tsk, all the poisons in the world...are they so disgusting?

Lan Yao blinked, thinking of the colorful poisons made by a poison master in the God Realm.

Heizi stared at the blood on the ground in astonishment.

The abnormal blood color indicated a possibility: poison, spit it out.

"Master, master..." Heizi's voice was trembling as he supported Si Ming's arm.

Si Ming panted slightly and calmed down, the crimson blood at the corner of his mouth was wiped away by his pale fingers, and something surged in his eyes.

Tongren stared straight at Lan Yao, her red lips deepened slightly, her eyes were frighteningly bright.

Heizi understood something, and stood up: "Master Mermaid, can... can you please leave for a while?"

"Huh?" Lan Yao tilted his head, a little aggrieved, "I still have to study!"

Could it be that Si Ming regretted it? !
Lan Yao's eyes widened, and he pinched his waist angrily: "Si Ming, are you going back on your word?
"Heh..." The hoarse laughter was full of color, "how could it be?"

Si Ming's eyes were treacherous, and he smiled seductively: "Lanlan, I will definitely teach you well."

As for what to teach...

That's another matter.

Si Ming smiled meaningfully, but Lan Yao didn't notice it at all.

He raised his head high and snorted: "It's good to know!"

"Lan Lan, someone should have prepared food for you outside the house." Si Ming said softly.

The word "food" easily attracted Lan Yao's attention.

"Farewell!" Lan Yao said this and rushed out immediately.

Feeling nothing in the stomach, all because of these two words, hunger and cold.

The open door was closed by Heizi.

Heizi knelt on the ground again, raised his head with great respect, and looked at: "Master."

He knew that the master was deliberately trying to drive the mermaid away.

However, it is not known why and why.

Si Ming lowered his head and laughed softly.

The laughter was so cold that it would not be an exaggeration to say that it came from the underworld.

Creepy, it makes one's scalp tingle.

"Master, what's the matter?" Heizi's ominous premonition became stronger.

"Ah—" Si Ming raised his head slowly, looking at the crimson spot on his finger.

The corners of his lips were raised, and his red lips were grinned: "Heizi, I suddenly don't want the throne anymore."

"What?" Heizi looked up in surprise.

The master has done so many things regardless of his body for such a long time, isn't it for the throne?
Now, why don't you want it again?

While thinking about it, Si Ming confided lightly with his upper and lower lips: "Heizi, do you know?"

Under Heizi's shocked and trembling eyes, Si Ming put his hands on the chair and stood up!
"I'm feeling my leg." Si Ming stood where he was, his black pupils were scorching hot.

"Master, master!" Heizi wept with joy, his perennially sullen face burst into laughter.

Si Ming stood very hard.

He felt sensation in his legs, but the soles of his feet were painful, as if he was standing on densely packed, extremely sharp needles.

But he didn't feel the slightest pain, on the contrary, he wished for more pain.

The branches of his laughter trembled wildly, and his body shook abnormally.

Si Ming sat down again, raised his hand, and stroked his forehead.

The throbbing nerves there also calmed down.

Si Ming's serious crimson flashed away, and his words were ghostly and charming: "Originally, I wanted to get the throne..."

(End of this chapter)