Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 150 Money Fan Plane Model VS Blood Race with Different Eyes (13)

Among the soft and warm reeds, two children ran among them.

The reed was taller than the two children, and the little girl picked a reed and ran behind the boy, "Lulu, when I catch you, you will be the one to look at!"

"Come on, come on, come on! A little bit!"

At that moment, she couldn't hear the wind from the past, but she could feel the warmth of the sunlight on the tips of his hair.

"Ouch..." The little boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes fell down and a piece of skin was cut on his knee.

The little girl panickedly covered his wound with her hands, and said a few unskilled healing formulas, "Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

The little boy giggled, "It's okay, I don't feel any pain."

The sleeping girl opened her eyes, looking at the dark surroundings, feeling lost in her heart.

"The reeds and the sunlight on the tip of the hair, I'm really stunned." She rubbed her forehead, feeling a little hot.

In a daze, he closed his eyes again.

"It's a monster that can't feel pain...but it still bleeds..."

Garrea murmured, sleeping restlessly.

In the darkness, the heterochromatic pupils had a slight light, which was soft and subtle, unlike beasts.

Luther walked into this small room because he felt something was wrong with his breath, and he chuckled when he heard the phrase "bleeding".

He wiped Galea's sweat with a towel soaked in water, his movements were extremely rough, but he did not wake her up.

This Terran is hot.

Not as savvy as usual either.

Luther mused: What happened to her?
"hot……"

hot?He put his cold hand on the girl's forehead, it was so hot, how could it not be hot?
Garrea opened her eyes in a daze, and saw two glowing eyes in the darkness. She was quite frightened at the time.

She patted Luther's hand feebly, "Don't...don't eat me! There's really no good thing in the blood race!"

He let go.

The only heat-reducing object left, she was very sad, she did not know where to get strength, pulled Luther's hand back, and covered her forehead!

Luther: "..."

The food really knows no good.

After a while, the skinny girl got worse, sat up all of a sudden, followed his hand and crawled onto him.

entangled like an octopus.

Luther blinked, but didn't push away.

This human race is really fragile, if it falls apart at the slightest touch, then...

The night passed quickly.

Galea's temperature finally receded. She opened her eyes, only to feel comfortable holding something cool, and rubbed against it in a daze.

wrong.

She turned her head and took a look—the fine silk and satin, the exquisite and simple embroidery...

This is something in human form.

Looking up, he saw Luther's serious face.

"boom."

She suddenly had infinite strength, and she broke away from Luther's arms with a push of her hands!But it suddenly hit the wooden board.

Luther chuckled, she was stupid.Physiological tears suddenly overflowed. The girl gritted her teeth and rubbed her head.

"Will it hurt?" he asked.

"Nonsense!" Galea felt her head buzzing. Could it be that she was going to have a concussion?
He feels pain and has strong emotions all the time. To a certain extent, he really envies this human race.

"Why are you on my bed?" She said in a bad tone.

It may be that getting up is too angry, and I can't restrain it at all.

"Is this a bed?" He looked at the boxy thing made up of several dilapidated boards, and shook his head.

"Don't mistake dried shrimps for seafood! At least this is much better than the broken box before!"

Luther stood up, "Are you sick?"

(End of this chapter)