Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Luo Xun decisively sacrificed his pawn to save his driver, betraying his good brother of more than ten years.

If what Si Mo said was true, then all he could do was burn some incense for Jin Sixian on this day every year.

"Ridiculous! There has never been such a precedent in the Blood Hunters!"

"That's right, what Xiao Jin did this time was really too much!"

"Stop talking, the most important thing right now is our people's safety. Maybe that vampire has other plans!"

Several Blood Hunt elders were so anxious that they were running around in the castle, and even the sparse white beards on their chins were about to spark.

"Elders, please be patient--"

The three old men said in unison: "Shut up!"

Luo Xun: “… …Oh.”

Jin Sixian, who had just come out of the bathroom, didn't know what happened. Si Mo leaned on the sofa and saw him coming out from the corner of his eye. He threw the phone to Jin Sixian: "Someone is looking for you."

When he saw the two conversations between Luo Xun and Si Mo, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He replied with three words: [No conscience.]

When Luo Xun saw the familiar tone, he suddenly felt relieved.

If Si Mo didn't attack Jin Sixian before because he wanted to kill him when he got tired of playing with him, Luo Xun was afraid that something he had just said might have angered Si Mo, and tonight would become his brother's death anniversary.

Luo Xun replied immediately: [Fuck, your wife is so scary.]

Jin Sixian rubbed against Si Mo, put his right arm around him and sat down: [? Don’t talk nonsense, he’s very well behaved.]

At the same time, just as he sent the message, the person next to him suddenly made a fuss in annoyance, threw the controller in his hand to the ground, and a large KO interface appeared on the TV screen in front of him.

"So annoying." Si Mo said, "... ...This is a rubbish game."

Jin Sixian tried his best to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, grabbed Si Mo's chin and kissed him.

There was still some ice in Si Mo's eyes. He glared at the man with a cold face and said, "Get lost."

"No," Jin Sixian refused. He pinched Si Mo's thumb joint that was rubbed sore, grasped his wrist and pulled it inward, easily holding him in his arms.

Si Mo rested his chin on his shoulder, the faint scent of shower gel lingering around his nose. Vampires have a keen sense of smell, and he can clearly feel the sweetness of the blood servant through his skin.

Si Mo's mood suddenly calmed down a lot, and his previous manic emotions seemed to be soothed. He was tempted by his blood servant.

After Jin Sixian finished his work, he stopped talking, as if he was waiting for something.

Si Mo's two sharp fangs extended, leaving traces of hundreds of tortures on the side of his neck where veins were throbbing near his mouth.

The sound of biting through the skin and blood vessels was crisp, just like someone taking a bite of a green apple with nothing in their mouth.

After about a minute, Si Mo let him go and licked the two wounds with his soft and hot tongue, and Jin Sixian's skin healed.

But he didn't let Si Mo go. He followed the action and hugged the little fox tighter: "Why are you angry?"

His voice was unusually gentle, much like a teacher coaxing a kindergarten kid who was throwing a tantrum and refusing to go to school.

"… …The game is lost, didn't you see?"

Jin Sixian said: "Momo, tell me the truth."

Si Mo did not respond.

"Because of what Luo Xun said?"

When Jin Sixian came out, Si Mo seemed to be in normal condition and he was almost fooled.

If this game hadn't become an outlet for some kind of catharsis.

"What will the Blood Hunter Organization do to you?" After a long silence, Si Mo suddenly said, "... Is this matter very troubling to you?"