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

Chapter 94
"229, why do I feel so hot..." Lan Yao opened his eyes in confusion and said with a slight nasal voice.

The words that were spoken in a loud voice were so vague that people could not hear clearly.

229, who was called, jumped in surprise and said quickly: [Host, you have been drugged!You quickly use your internal strength to force the wine and medicine out of your body! 】

"Medicine..." Lan Yao's consciousness was dazed, his head was even more blurry, and he couldn't understand what 229 was talking about.

He completely lost his mind.

It was because of the heat of his body that he tugged at the collar.

Snow-colored hands pulled at the collar, revealing the fairer skin underneath.

The delicate and white skin seemed to be exuding a lustrous luster, and the delicate and protruding collarbone looked extremely attractive.

The look makes people feel itchy, and they can't help but want to leave something on it.

Sikong's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes glowed green.

He has been in the palace for so many years, and he has seen many ladies from aristocratic families and beautiful maids and maids.

However, I have never seen such a beautiful person.

Even though he was a man, it easily aroused his interest.

Sikong licked his lips, his eyes full of obscenity.

He slid down inch by inch from Lan Yao's head.

The extremely straightforward look in his eyes seemed as if he had already taken off Lan Yao's clothes.

The sticky and heavy eyes made Lan Yao frown subconsciously.

Although the young master of the God Realm is an idiot who doesn't understand anything, he is extremely sensitive to some dirty things.

The look in his eyes that made him feel uncomfortable all over immediately made most of his mind sober.

Subconsciously, he used the internal skills he had just learned to dissolve the alcohol in his body.

His eyes gradually recovered, and Lan Yao finally saw clearly the person standing in front of him.

Sikong, who was wearing a splendid dragon robe, had extremely excited eyes, and his facial muscles were twitching ferociously.

It just looks unappetizing.

Lan Yao regained consciousness and sat up immediately.

There is still a slight weakness in the body, but it is not that weak.

Lan Yao bit the tip of his tongue to make his brain clearer.

"You bitch, how dare you look at me like this?!" Lan Yao was furious.

The slightly hoarse voice sounded drunk.

With this look, Sikong didn't feel the slightest sense of crisis, and even smiled teasingly: "Little mermaid, are you awake? It's better and easier to wake up..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lan Yao shot very quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

The luck in his hand was directed towards Sikong's abdomen.

Sikong, who underestimated the enemy, received Lan Yao's attack with perfect accuracy.

Sikong bowed like a shrimp, vomited blood from his mouth, and retreated uncontrollably.

After taking three full steps back, he barely stopped.

Sikong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with gloomy eyes, and saw jealousy in Lan Yao's eyes: "I didn't expect that your martial arts has reached such an extent."

Lan Yao held on to his still limp body, feeling a little annoyed.

Damn it, if he wasn't drunk and slapped him down, this ugly man would have been gone straight away!
Lan Yao gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and was about to attack Sikong again.

But this time Sikong did not avoid it.

Instead, he walked forward with a shady low smile.

Lan Yao's heart tightened, sensing something was wrong.

Sikong stepped forward with heavy steps, and before Lan Yao's next attack, he took the first step to pick up the teapot placed on the table not far away.

The water in the teapot is cold.

Lan Yao's eyes widened slightly.

Sikong quickly opened the lid of the teapot, raised his hand, and poured all the water in the teapot onto Lan Yao's lap.

The tea splashed and jumped up, and landed on Lan Yao's weak legs in a daze.

The water splashed wet his black clothes, penetrated into the clothes, and reached the deepest part of the clothes.

Feeling the cold, his legs shivered for a while, and in the next second, it was visible to the naked eye.

Her legs transformed into blue fish tails, and her robe was stretched open.

The tattered clothes couldn't hide Lan Yao's fish tail at all.

The light blue scales are all over the fish tail, it looks very beautiful, it seems to be shining,

Lan Yao was completely exhausted and fell face up on the bed.

It's over, turned into a mermaid, but he has no attack power at all——

Lan Yao pursed his lips, trying hard to think of a way to save himself.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Sikong paced forward, and he threw the empty teapot on the ground with a bang.

He came to the bed and sat down.

The long and slender hand touched the scales of Lanyao's fish tail not very gently.

His voice was low and dangerous: "Such a beautiful fish tail, if it gets hurt, it will definitely hurt, right?"

Lan Yao looked at him in disgust.

The fish's tail swayed slightly, trying to avoid Sikong's touch.

Si Ming's and Sikong's touches were completely different.

What Si Ming made him feel was very gentle warmth.

All Sikong made him feel was the endless urge to vomit.

For the first time, Lan Yao expected someone to appear immediately.

The incomparable father and king who had been adored in his mind had disappeared.

Changed into Si Ming's appearance.

Suddenly, a sharp pain hit.

Lan Yao lifted her waist, her back trembled weakly, and she screamed silently in pain.

Beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

Sikong actually pulled off his scales forcefully!

The scales were pulled out, and the blood flowed out desperately.

Dark red blood spread along the curvature of the scales.

The beautiful light blue tail of the fish was soaked in blood in an instant.

The luster has dimmed a bit.

Sikong held the scale in his hand that shone under the light.

He gently rubbed the cool scales in his hand as if appreciating them: "Such a beautiful scale, one piece should be sold for a lot of money, right?"

Sikong turned his eyes slightly and moved his eyes away from the scales, looking at the trembling person on the bed with an extremely pale face.

An exquisite and beautiful person, even if the black hair on the forehead is soaked in sweat and sticks to the face, it is also extremely beautiful.

To be more precise, it has become more beautiful.

In the eyes of Shui Mist Peach Blossom, there is pain in detail, the person who is looking at... the heart suddenly rises, and he can't help but want to bully him more.

The dark light in Sikong's eyes flashed away, and his lips were slightly hooked.

The scale he was playing with in his hand was thrown to the ground without hesitation.

With a bloody hand, he raised it lightly, and with a fierce movement, he once again tore off a scale on Lan Yao's fish tail.

Every time he tore off one piece, Lan Yao's body trembled violently, his eyes became blurred, and his face turned white and almost transparent.

Blood flows like a river.

Following the fish's tail, it hit the bed.

Again "tick tick tick" hit the ground.

The blooming bloody plum blossoms made 229 cry hoarsely.

【Host!Host!How are you doing!Woohoo, I don’t have a system to block pain, and I don’t have any other functions that can save you!Host, I’m sorry——]

(End of this chapter)