Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 145 Money Fan Plane Model VS Blood Race with Different Eyes (8)

"Help me clean the house. Guests will be here soon." Luther said calmly and walked to the coffin. "You can't get out anyway."

Garea smiled, "Okay."

Sleep, sleep, sleep, it would be best to turn into a pig, so that you can kill it and sell it for money!
But...if another group of vampires comes later, her throat won't be torn to pieces, right?

Prince Luther has no position to speak for a human who just killed his pet. His only goal at the moment is to survive.

The coffin boards were gradually closed, and she walked to the rectangular nanmu "coffin", only regretting that she didn't have hammers and nails at hand, if only the coffin boards were nailed to death.

She felt dizzy, supported the small round table, and shook her head.

Some hypoglycemia, not good.

On the planet Lasso, the vampires are afraid of silverware, sunlight, and nothing else. Unlike the vampires she has come into contact with on Earth, their healing ability is very strong. Only piercing the heart with silverware can be fatal. And according to legend, They feel no pain…

There must be no silverware in this place, and she just looked at it, the curtains are just decoration, this house has no windows at all, only some small holes for exhaust, and it is perfectly protected from all sunlight.

Surrounding the castle is a closed forest with all kinds of messy creatures inside.

She has no teleportation ability.

"There will be a way, there will be something." Galea comforted herself in this way. The ants have great power, let alone the human race?

I went to the bathroom honestly and found a broom, and cleaned it carelessly.

During the process, she always paid attention to the structure of the entire castle. There was a corner in the attic at the top where the breath could be hidden, but it was inevitable that there would be vampires with an exceptionally sensitive sense of smell.

The chances of this place catching fire are also slim...

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!"

She passed a place in the corridor and heard something like a knock on the door.

Knock on the door?

Galea knocked on the wall, solid.

There was nothing - she knelt down, opened the decorative curtain, and found a small door in the corner.

Galea grabbed the small brass ring, and as soon as she exerted all her strength... the entire door was torn off!
"Oh, how rude." A pure white fat rabbit put one ear into the small door and waved, "Hello!"

Galea frowned at the familiar low voice, "Qu'er?"

Is the mission space malfunctioning?Why do creatures in each space...

But that system is too unreliable, so I don't ask.

"Oh, you still remember me, that's great, that's great, hey, hey!" The fat rabbit yelled, trying to squeeze himself into the small door, and then got in.

"Then... what about the custard buns?" This was the only thing she cared about.

Qu'er is unreliable - a rabbit that can't take a bath for 700 years has no future.

"She's too fat to get in, but she didn't trust you, so she sent me here." Qu'er hopped twice, turning into a handsome young man, and Galea took two steps back, even if she could rationally Knowing that she couldn't overcome her own surprise.

"Remember to hide the breath, so as not to be discovered by the blood in the coffin over there."

"Found what?"

A slightly hoarse voice sounded in her ear.

"Oh!" She grabbed the broom and jumped, and the handle of the broom seemed to hit something.

Qu'er swooped out and even closed the small door!
Garea turned her head and found Luthor standing there, still holding the handle of the broom with her right hand.

"Uh, Your Highness, you are awake."

　A writer friend asked me today: Are you tired of replying to every comment?

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　　[What's more, Ben An doesn't reply to every message. He's just being mean, huh. ]
　　
　
(End of this chapter)