After the stupid cat beauty becomes an infinite NPC

"Put your hands down," Firsius ordered.

Lin Mo held his neck tighter, his eyes filled with fear.

"I do not!"

The tone can be stubborn.

Firsius pinched the back of his neck: "Be good, it doesn't hurt."

Lin Mo: I believe you are a ghost!

Seeing him clutching his neck and struggling, Firsius' hand on his waist clenched tightly, and the long sharp nails of his fingers slid across his waist.

Lin Mo straightened his back and whined: "Didn't you say you wouldn't hit me?"

The beautiful young man was trembling with fear and his eyes were red.

Firsius raised his eyebrows and gently scratched the itchy flesh on his waist with his fingers twice.

Lin Mo fluttered his feet and tried to escape, but he was no longer strong enough to fly. He pinched his ankle after just two flutters.

"When did I hit you?"

Lin Mo covered his neck with one hand and his waist with the other. He was so busy that he couldn't even think about it, and his voice was extremely fierce.

"You went further than hitting me. You wanted to bite me!"

Firsius did not retort, but gently but forcefully took his hands off his neck and suppressed them behind his back.

Two hands were suppressed by one of his, and Lin Mo couldn't break free.

From a little bat to a human, he is still a complete little loser.

Firsius lowered his head and pierced the young man's extremely beautiful neck with his sharp teeth.

Lin Mo closed his eyes and screamed, tears falling down.

But it actually hurts for a moment when it first penetrates, but it doesn't hurt anymore after that, but it feels like a numbing sensation.

Lin Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face turned red from crying.

After Firsius let go, Lin Mo leaned against him twitchingly, his cheeks as pink as peach blossoms, very beautiful.

Firsius buried his head in his neck and licked the blood.

It was just as delicious as he imagined.

Vampires rarely drink the blood of their own kind, because although it is not unpleasant to drink, it is very bland, just like drinking water.

But Lin Mo's blood was very sweet, better than any blood he had drunk before.

However, others were not so lucky to have their necks bitten by him personally. He used to drink from containers.

So far, it was the first time that Philseus was so interested in a person's neck.

If the little guy hadn't been crying so hard, Firsius wouldn't have let him go.

"Does it hurt?"

he asked in a low voice.

Lin Mo lay on his shoulder and cried for a while, sobbing.

"It hurts. It doesn't seem to hurt."

"But I was scared to death."

His crying voice was still soft and aggrieved.

The more Lin Mo thought about it, the angrier he became. This spontaneous outburst of temper also came up and bit his neck fiercely.

When he was bitten by the little bat, Firsius was not angry at all. Instead, he turned his head slightly to expose his neck to make it easier for him to bite.

He touched the furry little head buried in his neck and lowered his eyes to look at the boy's exposed legs, which were so white that they were burning.

The meat on Lin Mo's thighs was full and soft, not fat but not thin either.

In Firsius's eyes, it was very beautiful, so beautiful that he felt that sucking blood was not limited to the neck.

Lin Mo hadn't even eaten breakfast yet. He originally just bit it in retaliation, but the moment the blood entered his throat aroused his appetite, and he couldn't help but take several big mouthfuls.

After he finished sucking, he reacted and glanced at his brother secretly.

He burped and didn't dare to look up.

"Still drinking?"

Lin Mo shook his head.

Firsius: "Sit tight."

Lin Mao Mao immediately sat down obediently, with drooping eyebrows like a beautiful kitten that made mistakes. If it had ears, it would probably be an airport.

Firsius directly beat him up and picked him up. Lin Mo was so scared that he quickly grabbed his clothes and asked pitifully.

"Brother, are you going to abandon me?"

Firsius poked his forehead speechlessly.

"You've been thinking about something all day."

It was impossible to throw it away. How could he let go of such a good-looking and sweet-smelling brother?

What bad intentions could Philsus have? He just wanted to make his beautiful brother look more beautiful.

He sat down in front of the dressing table facing the mirror, and then took off the red rope from his hair.

The young man's snow-white and silky hair spread out.

"Who gave you such an ugly thing?"

After saying that, he threw it to the ground.

Lin Mo was a little unconvinced: "It's obviously pretty good-looking."

Firsius said calmly: "That thing is not worthy of you."

Then he gathered his hair together. I don't know how he did it. Lin Mo's hair just curled a few times on his fingers, and the straight hair became slightly curled.

Lin Mo was so curious that he pulled his hair and looked at it again and again.

"How did you do it?"

Firsius: "You can't do it."

Then he braided his hair to create a delicate and beautiful braid. He also tied the tail of Lin Mo's hair with a hair rope with sapphires and bells.

This was not over yet. The fresh roses he picked just now were dotted on the braids beside his ears. He also took out the bright gemstones and pearls from the dressing cabinet and continued to decorate his fluffy and beautiful braids.

It looks very complicated and fancy, but it looks good.

The already extremely beautiful young man was dressed up and made even more exquisite.

It's so good that you can't take your eyes away.

Lin Mo thought it looked good. He held the delicate braid and admired it for a long time. He didn't hate his white hair anymore.

"Change."

After saying that, he took his brother to the closet and found a black and white matching and very gorgeous clothes for him to wear.

The snow-white shirt had complex pleated patterns on the collar and sleeves, and he was also wearing a small black vest.

The trousers are black shorts and long boots, which just expose a little bit of the white flesh from the knees.

Lin Mo: I want to kick off my shoes.

He is also very dishonest. His itchy paws always want to pull at the sleeves and collars of his clothes.

Overall, he was dressed like a well-bred, noble little prince, except that he shook his feet as he walked as if he had lice, or secretly tore the neat collar and sleeves into a mess.

The elegant smile on Firsius's face could hardly be maintained.

He slapped away the boy's erratic hand.

"Be good, don't move."

Then I arranged his clothes neatly again so that they looked pleasing to the eye.

"Let's go, I'll take you to dinner."

Firsius clasped his dishonest hand, and when they walked outside the door, the housekeeper was already waiting for them, and handed a black scepter to Firsius's hand.

The butler raised his head and looked at the boy next to Firsius with a look of surprise, which then turned into surprise.

"Master Mo is the most beautiful vampire I have ever seen in all my years of living."

The Vampire race is not only powerful, but also a race that is obsessed with appearance and likes to wear gems and other things on their bodies to dress themselves up.

Otherwise, how could Philsius, the successor to the future prince, be able to braid his hair and match his clothes?

Every high-level Vampire that Lin Mo had seen before, from their clothes to their hair, were all exquisite and beautiful, and none of them were slovenly.

The housekeeper is sure that Master Mo will definitely become the vampire's favorite junior once he shows up, even if he is still a waste in terms of combat ability.