Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 139 Money Fan Plane Model VS Blood Race with Different Eyes (2)

"Ring Ling Ling!!"

The phone rang, and Garea struggled to get up, her long curly hair covering her face. If someone came in at this time... she would probably shout "Oh, my God! What the hell is this!"

Ah, my friends, it’s just that they haven’t received calls all year round. She took the initiative to call them. Now, suddenly there is someone different, and she is suddenly excited.

"Hello!"

Maybe it was because the female voice contained too much excitement and shock, and the other side was silent for a few seconds.

"Is this Ms. Gretel?"

"No, you made a mistake, it's okay, goodbye." Galea's good mood, pawn.

God, so there is no such thing as someone calling her, right!
"My dear lady, don't be sad, one day you will receive many, many calls from... other people." The simple and old tree roots spoke aside.

"Grandpa Saget, are you saying... there will be many, many wrong calls to me? My God, it seems that I need to take some action!" Galea said, standing up straight despite her hunger stand up!Can be described as physically disabled.

Grandpa Saget is an old tree root who has always lived in Galea's house. He is a prophet and has traveled to many places, but he is too old to walk...

So, I have been at her house, saying some prophecies about the future.

"Hey, Galea, I want to say... It's useless even if you unplug the phone line, the person who should find you will always find you, don't do useless things." Grandpa Saget shook him A small branch protruding from his body, maybe... it was his hand.

Galea sprinted out and unplugged the phone line, then came back and slumped on the couch.

The already pale face turned pale again.

Bang!
Her centuries-old ancestral wooden door was smashed open.

"Oh, my god, you annoying little ancestor, why do you want to destroy the door of others?" A lady-like person followed behind the child who dragged [-].

"Where is Little Red Riding Hood?"

"My God, Little Red Riding Hood isn't here at all. You've already demolished several doors. Can you calm down?"

"Humph."

The devilish child went out.

Galea wanted to stand up and ask them to pay, but, inadvertently, she saw the woman's fangs.

That's blood.

That night, the blood she saw had blood on her lips, that was despair, that was a torn future.The small fangs will stretch out when the vampires are looking for food, so that they can easily pierce the skin of the vampires...

There was a bloody gleam in their eyes.

"Galea, they have gone far." Grandpa Saget said, stood up, and moved thirty centimeters with his two old legs.

"Oh." She crawled out from under the sofa, feeling dizzy and possibly a little hypoxic.

"Miss, are you okay? Why don't you eat something? Your face is really ugly."

"No, I don't have an appetite." As soon as she thought about those things and came to this small town again, she lost all her strength.

Want revenge, but can't.

"I'll lie down for a while, and I won't know I'm hungry when I fall asleep." Making money is still very important. Dieting is not a good way to lose weight, but it is very fast.

"You really... obviously don't have to work so hard."

"Come on, if you want me to be a blood slave, why don't you just bang your head to death now!" Galea said weakly, lifted the door panel, screwed the screws, and went back to the room.

Saget looked at the thin back and sighed, "I can't hide, why bother."

　Trying to use the translation accent to disgust myself, hahahahahahaha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)