After the stupid cat beauty becomes an infinite NPC

There was a corpse at his feet. Xie Sui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and put away the pale white ice-like sword in his hand.

After cutting off two swords, there was no trace left on the sword.

After changing hands, the sword turned into a hairpin that looked like jade but not jade. The style of the hairpin looked very ordinary, except for the Taoist yin and yang pattern on the handle.

Xie then took off the wooden hairpin on his head and inserted the 'hairpin' in his hand.

"I didn't mean to kill, it's a sin."

But the tone and expression were very indifferent, and he did not feel any guilt for killing.

Finally looking at the closed door, Xie Sui coughed twice and left. He didn't walk fast. No matter where he looked, he looked like a little white flower that had been battered by the wind and rain.

Just as he left, a yellow talisman fell and floated on the corpse, and burned in the blink of an eye. In just a moment, the corpse on the ground was burned to ashes and dispersed by the wind.

Inside the door, Firsius stood in front of the window. His slender eyes were lowered, as if he was admiring the roses blooming outside the window.

Suddenly he snapped his fingers and two bats fell down.

Firsius opened his thin lips lightly: "Kill him, don't let the young master know."

"Yes."

The two bats left, and when they turned around, Firsius already had a red rose in full bloom in his hand.

Lin Mo is fighting against his teeth.

His teeth were itching, so he pulled out the scales of Dragon Flame on his neck and gnawed them with his small fangs.

The main reason is that Longyan's scales are as hard as others, and they are not afraid of being chewed.

The young man sat very casually on the coffin bed, rustling like a little hamster stealing food.

Firsius walked over and looked at the scales in his hand, his eyes darkening.

"what is this?"

He bent over slightly, his smooth black hair falling to the boy's shoulders, and their faces were very close to each other.

One is handsome and the other is extremely beautiful, like a stunning picture.

Firsius' fingers touched the scales, but they seemed to be burned by lava.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers.

At that moment, his fingertips turned slightly black.

Got burned.

Lin Mo exclaimed, his eyes widened, looking at his fingers and then at the scales in his own hand.

"Are you...are you okay?"

Lin Mo quickly put down his scales and looked at Fisius with some fear, fearing that he would be angry and hit him.

"I didn't know it would be like this. Look, I'm holding it fine."

To prove, he picked up the scales again, then let go of the scales and thrust his five beautiful white fingers in front of the young man.

It's none of his business.

Lin Mo's little face wrinkled: "Brother, don't be angry, can I give you a blowjob?"

Don't hit him.

Firsius could have instantly made his burned fingers intact, but since his dear brother asked for it.

The young man handed over his burned finger.

"Blow it."

He sat on the coffin, his body very close to Lin Mo, but much higher.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the young man holding his injured finger, pouting and blowing.

Lin Mo's lips were beautiful, full and red, but they looked very soft, but he didn't know how they tasted.

This thought flashed across his mind, and Firsius withdrew his hand.

"Okay."

He stared at Lin Mo's face, as if trying to find out the reason for his frequent abnormalities.

He actually had an emotion called lust for his brother.

Although strictly speaking, he and this younger brother are not related by blood.

The kinship system of the blood clan is very strange. People who are not related by blood will turn from strangers into brothers and sisters after being transformed by the same blood clan.

Even if there is no blood relationship between the transformer and the transformed person, they can still be considered as father and son.

And he and Lin Mo were both transformed by the vampire prince.

Being stared at made his scalp numb, and Lin Mo shrank his neck in fear.

"Brother, are you still in pain? How about I blow it for you again? You...you can't hit your brother."

That timid look made Firsius couldn't help but smile, and he rubbed the boy's head.

"Mo is so cute, why would I hit you?"

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, just don't fight.

And this is not his fault in the first place. It was obviously the cheap brother who came to touch the scales himself.

"Then my dear brother."

Firsius moved closer to Lin Mo, hooked his delicate chin with one finger and raised his head higher.

Their noses met and their breaths blended together, so close that they could almost see the fine white hair on each other's faces.

Lin Mo blinked, too shy to speak.

When Firsius smiles, the fangs that represent the blood race are particularly obvious. He is really handsome.

Lin Mo was really afraid.

Look at this brother's uncertain appearance.

"Can you tell me what that is? Huh?"

Lin Mo's voice was weak: "Scales...scales."

"who."

His voice seemed to be full of temptation, and Lin Mo almost said the word Long Yan.

Fortunately, 233 suddenly convulsed and made a loud squeak.

Lin Mo: "You can't say that, right?"

233: [Felcius has a domineering temper. If you speak out, you will definitely get beaten. 】

Lin Mo shut up and refused to say anything.

"I, I picked it up."

Firsius narrowed his bloody eyes dangerously, pinched his chin and said, "Brother, you are not good."

Lin Mo's eyes said 'guilty' and his expression said 'I lied to you'.

It would be strange for Philxius to believe it.

But a certain little bat was still a bit stubborn, and no matter how guilty he was, he still said he picked it up.

"Since you picked it up, let's throw it away."

He wanted to take the thing off his brother's neck, but he would be burned if he touched the scales, and he couldn't even cut the thread.

Firsius's eyes became more and more dangerous.

Lin Mo even wanted to hide himself.

"Throw it away, you can't throw it away."

Firsius' tone was gentle: "Brother, you said you would never disobey me again. This is the second time."

Lin Mo: ...I can’t fulfill any request you asked me to make.

The pretty boy was so angry that his cheeks turned into pufferfish.

"Brother, I'll keep my molar teeth, don't lose them, okay?"

Lin Mo resisted the urge to scratch her with a paw and spoke softly and coquettishly.

Firsius sighed: "You can stay, but this is the second time you have disobeyed me. You should be punished."

Lin Mo:…………

Don't want punishment.

He shouldn't have opened the door and let this cheap brother in.

"What kind of punishment?"

he asked reluctantly.

"come over."

Firsius walked to the sofa and sat down, and Lin Mo walked over with his bare feet on the ground.

As soon as he got close to Firsius, he grabbed the young man's wrist and gently made him sit on his lap. Then he put one hand around his thin waist and leaned close to her, while the other hand pinched the back of his neck. He raised his head to reveal a very beautiful neck.

Lin Mo's eyes and expression were a little flustered, and a strong premonition made him hurriedly cover his neck, which was so bare and easy to nibble.

"What do you want to do?"

His eyes widened, and his voice sounded a little wary.