Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 162 Money Fan Plane Model VS Blood Race with Different Eyes (25)

After returning to their respective rooms, Galea was lying on the bed. She looked at her hands and blew gently into the palms—there was no vision, and the strength still did not come back, even though she had recovered for many years.

What is available now is nothing more than a little flamboyance and a few basic healing techniques.Could it be that she wants to heal the opponent during the fight?Maybe it's because I didn't die fast enough.

Heterochromatic eyes are a symbol of absolute power in the legend of Planet Lasso, but why is Luther not the king of the blood race?
That's all, it's too cold at high places.

The night is short.

The next day, when the sky was bright, two sojourners came to the small town of Genia, a man and a woman, both of whom were of good looks, exuding an aristocratic air in their gestures and gestures.

At the moment they are sitting in a restaurant, "How is it? Does it taste good?" Galea smiled, and picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth. The meat was neither fat nor thin, and it was cooked just right, very tasty. She squinted her eyes Smile.

Luther nodded: "Yeah."

In fact, it is just an ordinary household, but she can taste the delicious food in the world, and she is contented and happy, which is quite good.

"Look, is that a celebrity at that table? Why is he so good-looking?"

"I know, I know, that girl should be a model, I often see her in magazines!"

"Oh~ I have an impression!"

"But I think the guy opposite her is so good-looking! He's my type!"

"Go away, they look like a couple at first glance."

"Cut~"

At noon, Saget woke up slowly, and there were two young men in front of him, staring at him intently, "What... do you want to do?"

"Grandpa Saget, I want to ask you a question." Galea did not show tit-for-tat, but asked gently.

"What's the problem?" He felt a thump in his heart. It turned out that the predicted day came earlier than imagined.

"How to make the blood race lose their desire for blood? Or... is there any way to turn them into a human race?"

"This..." Saget hesitated.

"I know you must have a way, so, as long as you tell me, nothing in the past will be held accountable!" Galea said, pulling the dead branches and leaves of the old tree stump.

"Farewell... I know my ending, so you don't have to lie to me." Saget said, "It's just that the old man is too embarrassed to say it—as long as the patron saint of the human race and the god of the blood race combine to neutralize the strong and the soft, Planet Lasso can return to a relatively balanced state."

"The god of blood, is that him?" Galea pulled Luther away.

"I can't say it, I can't say it. If I say it, I will be laid off." Saget said, shaking his dead branch.

"Wake up, you've been retired for a long time." Galea smiled, and accidentally tore off a branch of Saget.

"Ouch! Girls are careless, how can they get married!" He cried out in pain.

"You can get married." Luther made up the knife.

"Sure...it's him, ouch...he's going to die, he's going to die!"

"Okay, come on, hold him down." After Galea got the answer she wanted, she pulled Luther away.

"Ouch! Ouch! It's wrong for you to abuse the elderly like this!"

"Ouch!"

Throughout the afternoon, screams could be heard in Galea's house.

Luther suppressed a laugh, watching the girl keep messing around.

The power of the patron saint of the human race is too gentle, and the power of the blood race is... He should exercise more, so as not to tear the other party into pieces during the bridal chamber.

"Luthor, what are you thinking?! You're smiling like an obscene person!!"

　Suddenly I realized that this story is not suitable to be presented in the form of a mission world...

　　Emmm... Forget it.

　　According to the order of the messages, the next world is modern.

　　The next world is doomsday.

　　Little cuties, you can continue to leave messages~ This book is expected to be completed in May 18!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)