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Chapter 175 The Escaped Canary in a Cage
"Hush." ​​Mo Zishu gently stroked the fire fox who had no strength to scream. Her black nails gently combed the messy long hair of the old life. The cold temperature gave the old fox a chill. .

"Cold?"

The old fox's limbs were still slumped, but she tried hard to lick her cold fingers, but halfway her head was carefully dragged by a woman. There was indescribable excitement and pleading in the chaotic eyes, which were stained with sticky discharge. The object's eyelashes vibrate up and down laboriously.

"Your body is so warm." Mo Zishu's pale fingers began to exert force a little bit, and the old fox's cervical spine began to make a terrible creaking sound: "Is it tiring to live like this?"

The old fox opened his mouth to respond silently, yellow pus dripped from his crumbling black teeth.

Mo Zishu lowered his eyes: "Then let's go."

The silver hellfire ignited again, and the old fox who was swept by the flames grabbed the woman's finger and licked it gently until it turned into a pile of white bones and became another creature, and he didn't stop his comforting behavior.

"My kin." Canary raised the bone fox's petite head and murmured in a low voice: "I'm back."

The giant wolf wagging its tail closed its vertical pupils, its body was tired, it lay down on the ground, its black wet nose moved, and a long and mournful whimper came from its throat.

Looking down from the castle, Howard shook the wine glass containing some crimson blood in his hand. His blue lips moved, and he drank the blood that had been aged for tens of thousands of years in the glass at the extravagant and mysterious scene in the yard. .

"Master." The masked butler bowed down respectfully behind his back, his voice was hoarse than a bone without flesh, maybe he was the same kind of thing that would only hover over corpses: "Do you need to let the lady come up?" ?”

Howard lowered his head and straightened his cuffs. His pale arms were covered with deep bone scars. His platinum-blond long hair was tied loosely. His gorgeous clothing was a work of art carefully crafted by the God of Beauty. .

"Let her come up."

Canary, who has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and the mother who gave him a second life, should also play an irreplaceable role.

The warm sunlight poured down on the beauty's exquisite pale face, the black eyelashes were thick and upturned, and the thin blue lips were stained with dark blood, giving him an irresistible magic power.

In the world of blood-sucking creatures, this darling of the gods is indeed irresistible to all greedy creatures. What is more attractive than his extreme beauty is his enormous power that comes from nowhere.

"Fuck."

The perfect side face was burnt by the sun to create a small black hole, the pale beauty crushed the wine glass still sticking to the blood in her hand, leaned expressionlessly on the pillar blocking the sun, and closed her strange purple eyes.

Canary, who was playing intimately with the bone fox in the yard, raised her head. She looked suspiciously at the gentleman and elite housekeeper, and she threw the bone fox on the ground without hesitation. The poor bone fox shuddered. He got up, screamed and hid behind the magic vine.

"Have I seen you?"

Canary's voice is soft and greasy.

The old butler buried his head deeper, and the mask with complex textures blocked all emotions: "Miss, we may pass each other when we are strangers."

(End of this chapter)