Fast Travel: The sick villain is also sick today

63 Chapter 63. The Frog 16
Mitchell hugged Mina's soft body, and suddenly remembered that humans can conceive.

"Does the master want a child?" The biological child is different from the little succubus picked up. I heard that human beings care about blood inheritance.

"I can give one to the master."

Even though what is outside now is not the main body, and cannot create a new soul and life out of thin air, but with his own blood essence, he still has the ability to give new life.

If the master wants, he can make a little man out.

A child with the blood of him and her.

"Do not want."

Minai didn't realize that what Mitchell said about giving her a child was different from what she had imagined. Given his previous behavior, she subconsciously brought in another possibility.

She turned her head and hooked Mitchell's neck, lowered his head, sealed his lips, and met his eyes. Mina rubbed his head, as if to appease some wronged animal.

Mitchell blinked his eyes, but he didn't expect the master to kiss him on his own initiative.

Turning the person in his arms half a circle, so that she changed from facing away from him to facing him, Minai sat on Mitchell's lap, and couldn't help chuckling when she saw Long's silly appearance.

The dragon in the southwest who was carrying the little succubus towards the city lord's mansion suddenly stopped and unexpectedly hugged the little succubus in his arms.

He hummed an ancient and obscure song, and slowly walked towards the supreme ruler of this chaotic and bloody city.

"Does the master really not want children?"

Mitchell's hands went through the clothes and touched Mina's belly skin, the soft touch made him a little fond of it.

"You gave birth?" Mina grabbed his long hair and leaned against his chest.

She can't hear the dragon's heartbeat, does the dragon have a heartbeat?
Minai touched Mitchell's chest with her right hand. The place where the human heart should be beating is now completely silent.

There are not many surprises, after all, He is not a real person, and his form depends entirely on his mood.

She has seen Mitchell build flesh and blood. This dragon is really not afraid to scare her. It grows fresh flesh and blood from the cracks in the bones. He is not equipped with the organs that humans should have, or he is solid.

The inside of the body is filled with flesh and blood.

The person in his arms was petite and weak, and he could easily crush him to death with one hand, but now because of the contract and other reasons that are not humane, she has become his master.

The host is so cute.

Mitchell imitated the way Mina rubbed his head and rubbed the girl in his arms, the silver hair flowed through his fingertips, the moment Mitchell touched Mina, inexplicable power poured from Mina, He withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

That is what he is familiar with, the power from the God of Light.

"Master?" Mitchell was a little confused. Although the master is a saint, the saint is the identity. She received the blessing of the archbishop a few days ago, and she didn't feel any strangeness from her.

"What's wrong?" Minai raised her head and kissed Mitchell's chin.

Did he suddenly call himself because he missed her again?

Dragons are clingy, she's always known.

Seeing that Mina didn't know anything, Mitchell rubbed her hair again, this time he didn't feel the tingling.

It seemed like an accident just now.

"I like you so much." Mitchell didn't say what happened just now, his fingertips ran through Mina's long hair, and landed on the back of her neck, gently pinching it.

The other free hand climbed up the rock along Mina's waist.

Mina narrowed her eyes and gasped softly in his arms.

The dragon has always liked this since the last time.

As long as it doesn't affect her, let him do whatever he wants.

Minai hugged Mitchell's waist with both hands, and buried her head in his chest. Feeling the hands on the back of her neck fall, she hummed softly.

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"Sing to the great Lord of the Night, we live up to your expectations, the abyss returns to the earth, and the night will surely come like a shadow."

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"You stop for me!"

Faster, faster.

The piece of hard black bread in John's hand, which he just secretly got from the bakery.

He has not eaten for three full days, and since the construction site was completed, he has lost his job, and the wages that were supposed to be settled have not been paid so far.

He has been lingering in the cave under the bridge for too long, his hands and feet are weak, how can he escape the strong people behind him.

"Hold him down!" The sharp and piercing voice was harsh and cruel, and John was pushed to the ground by several big men, his hands were cut behind his back, and his face was pressed against the dirty ground.

"If you dare to steal something, I will let you steal it!"

The shiny leather shoes stepped on John's hair, and the man in the tuxedo with a belly bumped him a few times on the head.

"Bah." The man spat on John's body, "Anyone can come and steal things, and the poor will starve to death earlier."

Even if it was just a piece of black bread, he would not allow it to fall into the hands of such poor people.

The man squatted down and tried to take the bread from John's hand. Even at this moment, John was still holding on to the bread tightly, and the pampered man with a big belly failed to take the bread out for a while.

Losing his patience, he stepped on John's hand and crushed it together with the black bread.

"Kill him and throw him into the moat." The man with a big belly rolled him on the ground in distaste, as if he was unlucky to touch such an inferior person.

The light in John's eyes gradually disappeared, and he could only feel that someone was grabbing his hair and bumping his head against the road.

pain.

It hurts.

Blood began to ooze from his forehead, and after scraping the flesh, the flesh sticks to the ground. He saw the crowds around him, and the carriages passed by, but no one extended a helping hand to him.

He is a thief, and he is the party who will lose in court. Why would he expect someone to rescue him.

The reality is that he can't go to court, how can a person who can't even afford the cheapest black bread go to court.

When the icy river water poured into his nose and nose, John's chaotic mind suddenly cleared up, and he saw a dancing and distorted black figure in the river water.

The black shadow approached him. Originally, John thought that he couldn't see the specific appearance of the other party because of the distance, but he still couldn't see clearly when he was in front of him.

John bowed his head, no longer looking directly at him.

Isn't he in the water?
Why can he open his eyes and move freely like on the shore.

"You're going to die."

The black shadow stayed in front of John's eyes. He didn't speak, but John heard a gorgeous aria in his own ears. He was lamenting that a life was about to leave.

"Yes, I am dying."

He will end his life of poverty, poverty, and accomplishment.

John still remembers his great ambitions when he was young, but now he steals for his livelihood and violates his original intention, and is drowned in this river where the light is gone.

God will not hear your call.

"No, you can live."

(End of this chapter)