This time the protagonist doesn't obey, I quit

Finally, An Yi was in a daze, felt drowsy, and was about to fall asleep soon.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

At this time, there were several silhouettes with halazi flowing in succession, rushing over impatiently, and surrounded An Yi.

"You who are on horseback, get out, I'll come first."

"Go away! I'll take a bite first, red gourd!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't wake up the others."

The three blood gourd warriors had a dispute over who should suck An Yi's blood first, and they were about to fight.

An Yi opened his eyes and found that there were more than three gazes.

The blood-red eyes were like lanterns in the dark night, emitting a terrifying light.

Those blood gourd warriors who pretended to be asleep all woke up, Qi Shushua looked at An Yi, the greed and longing in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

comfortable:"……"

Feelings These blood gourd soldiers didn't sleep, they all wanted to steal his blood in the middle of the night!

Pooh!

How can this be!

"Well, big brothers... It's not good for the skin if you don't sleep so late."

An Yi smiled and said comfortingly.

The hand has already begun to reach for the Dragon Tooth Demon Sword.

The shackles made of grass knots are like paper to him. As long as he wants to escape, no one can catch him.

"Brothers, whoever can snatch it depends on their ability."

Commander Blood Gourd said, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips.

Tentacles emerged from their bodies, ready to suck on An Yi.

"it's not good!"

On the surface, An Yi pretended to be a little loli who had been violated, but a bloodthirsty smile gradually began to bloom on the corner of her mouth.

Those blood gourd fighters still didn't realize that the danger was approaching.

They have never seen such a red gourd with such allure, just smelling the fragrance of An Yi's body, the bones of the blood gourd fighters are itchy.

At this moment, they are being swayed by their desire for food, and the unspeakable hunger is tormenting them.

"What are you all doing!"

A cold voice sounded from behind the blood gourd warrior.

The blood gourd warrior present shuddered instantly.

The tall and slender figure was none other than Qing Mo!

"General Qing Mo, I, we are..."

The little commander of the blood gourd was so scared that his face turned pale, and he quickly retracted the tentacles behind him.

The other blood gourd soldiers were also trembling.

How should I explain it!

"Cough, I didn't sleep well just now, and I have a stiff neck. These big brothers want to come over and give me a massage."

An Yi opened his eyes and spoke nonsense.

He also counted on these blood gourds to send him to the blood gourd queen.

Peace is the most important thing!

"Yes, this little gourd has a stiff neck, we just want to show our concern."

All the blood gourd fighters looked at An Yi with expressions of gratitude.

benefactor!

Qing Mo obviously saw through the minds of these blood gourd warriors, her blood eyes stared at An Yi: "You, come to sleep with me!"

This red gourd is not an ordinary product, it is to be paid as a tribute to the Queen.

These soldiers must not be stolen!

"Okay, okay."

An Yi pretended to be shy and said.

This Qingmo is good-looking, with a hip waist and hips, long legs, and a pretty face.

Then, An Yi suddenly thought that she was just a dish to her... What a shame!

Qing Mo's treatment is obviously better than those of the soldiers. The place where she sleeps is a big rattan net.

"You sleep next to me!"

Qing Mo said coldly, and closed his eyes.

Looking at Qing Mo beside him, lying Anyi on the rattan net, the place feels rickety, elastic and comfortable.

Not long after, I fell asleep.

The next morning.

An Yi smelled a milky fragrance, and couldn't help opening her eyes, all white.

Then, those long, straight and plump legs locked his waist.

An Yi was a little dazed, looking up, a pair of blood-red eyes were looking straight at him.

Qing Mo had a piece of saliva-soaked sackcloth biting into his mouth, staring at him greedily, trying to restrain his desire to devour him.

comfortable:"……"

Chapter 861 Is this dish scolding him?

"Then, that, you, do you want to eat me?"

Looking at Qing Mo's appearance, An Yi couldn't help asking.

At this moment, his body was tightly locked by Qing Mo's long legs.

Because of the position, he could already feel the gentle Nako.

The plump long legs that lock his waist are also very touching.

However, the scene in front of him made him unable to experience the slightest feeling of beauty.

An Yi touched his face, it was dripping with saliva.

Facts proved that Qing Mo also wanted to eat him, so he stuffed the sackcloth in his mouth to stop his appetite.

But the body couldn't help grabbing comfort.

Qing Mo took a deep breath, and finally let go of An Yi.

She knew very well that the red gourd monster clan was a bit weird.

With an extraordinary charm, even she can't stop it.

If this guy is given to the Blood Gourd Queen, maybe he can really atone for his sin.

Seeing An Yi who had awakened, Qing Mo took off the sackcloth from his mouth, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "Get up and wash."

An Yi was a little curious.

Do you really have such a great charm?

Such an aloof girl is also greedy by herself.

It's a pity that Qing Mo only has appetite for him, otherwise, maybe he can satisfy her.

"How long is it before the blood gourd tribe?" An Yi washed his face by the stream, and looked at Qing Mo who was arranging his clothes.

"You look forward to it."

Qing Mo asked coldly.

An Yi quickly waved his hand: "Hahaha, I'm just asking, after all, my life is at stake."

"You are the tribute, if you ask around, I will cut off your tongue."

Qing Mo said with cold eyes.

She was arranging the light armor on her chest, frowning slightly.

Hell, this light armor is very difficult to disassemble, how did you untie it!

……

Three days later.

Blood Gourd Tribe Territory, Pagoda City.

An Yi watched the so-called tribe from a distance, only to realize that it was basically a huge tower-shaped mountain.

Up and down, it is divided into seven floors. From a distance, it looks like a huge exquisite pagoda.

"Don't look, it will take a while to reach the Blood Gourd Tribe."

Qing Mo explained.

Wangshan ran to death!

It was only then that An Yi felt the true meaning of these words from the bottom of her heart.

The pagoda-like mountain looks very close, but it is actually far away.

A group of people walked for a whole day before arriving at the first floor of Pagoda Mountain.

It is said to be a layer, but this layer is too big to imagine.

This is a city.

However, the whole city seems to be in a sea of ​​green.

The ancient trees are towering, the roots are extremely huge, and under the huge hanging leaves are traders.

Not just the blood gourd, there are a variety of monster races here, they have the appearance of human race, but more or less have the atmosphere of grass and tree monsters, which makes An Yi feel like he is watching a vegetable exhibition.

There are also some grass and tree demons flying in the sky with transparent wings.

With several heads on its head, it looks like a grape-like monster.

There are also grass and tree monsters that are as difficult to move as mud.

A slender, sugarcane-like monster...

He even saw some beast monsters.

The red gourd demon clan with a gourd on his head like him is the most inconspicuous one.

Qing Mo's level is obviously not low.

After seeing her, the grass and tree monsters who came and went saluted one after another, with extremely respectful expressions.

Not only her, but even the blood gourd soldiers behind her all looked bossy and slapped.

In the pagoda city, the most noble is naturally the blood gourd monster clan.

Then there is the grass and tree monster clan, and the remaining beast monsters are the lowest in status.

"Let's go!"

Qing Mo raised An Yi's grass knot and led him forward.

An Yi asked curiously, "Is this to meet the Blood Gourd Queen?"

He waited for a long time, and finally arrived.

Qing Mo glanced at this guy, thinking that he was about to become a dish, he felt a little melancholy in his heart.

After all, we've been together for a while, although this guy is a bit vulgar, a bit lewd, a bit of a bastard... Forget it, let's go to hell.