Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

In the eyes of the blood clan, Simmons is a noble and powerful prince.

It is God, it is dependence.

object of their awe and admiration.

God does not need to be worried about whether it will hurt, whether it will be uncomfortable, whether it will hurt.

He only needs to sit on a high throne, receive the admiration of all people, and then give them the protection they need.

As for the price of this shelter.

No one knows.

No one knew.

The blood clan was stunned for a moment, the beautiful long eyelashes blinked twice, and a stunned glance crossed the pure blood pupil.

The question he just asked was just a subconscious opening, but the little girl in front of him suddenly blushed.

Bulging his face, he looked at him fiercely.

Who cares about you?

Although the person in front of him has descended to the earth and has a history of calamity, the original body is still the supreme god of the immortal world.

The Immortal Venerable who resisted the demon world with the strength of one person.

Pillars of the fairyland.

The reincarnation is also the most powerful prince of the blood clan, the kind who could not be killed no matter how the previous Pope was killed, he could be sealed at the cost of his life.

What does she have to worry about?

Um.

Those who worry about him are fools.

She is not a fool.

The little girl's black and white eyes rolled in a circle, she thought about it carefully with a bulging face, and picked out an adjective from her mind.

I just think you're a little stupid—fuck.

Simmons, ...

He shouldn't expect to hear anything good from her mouth.

Although at first he didn't understand what a stupid was.

But when she turned into a bat and followed her, the more she listened, the more she understood.

- Not a good word anyway.

The blood race had a dark face, and the arms that encircled the girl's slender waist tightened a little bit.

Where am I stupid - forced?

The mouth gritted his teeth, and the threat in his deep voice was strong.

The little girl who was wrapped in his arms was still counting with her fingers.

Look, you know that if you don't use the power to hit the seal in time after you've sucked my blood, it will cause the power to run wild in your body and even hurt your body. You still don't do it after eating, and you have to bring me here. Fly away, then hug me and sit on the rose vine and ask those nonsense things... This is not stupid - what is coercion?

Simmons retorted inwardly.

Where is the mess he asked?

Obviously not important.

In his opinion, it is more important for him to find out who the girl is willing to take risks to come to the blood clan to find and do it than to break the seal.

After all, the seal can't be solved, it can be solved later.

If people don't do it in time, the little girl is likely to be kidnapped.

He has only just enclosed people into his territory.

How could the threat of the little girl being kidnapped be allowed to breed?

It's just that this can't be explained to the girl.

As soon as he explained it, he was going to reveal his secrets...

The little girl was still pinching her fingers, and after counting his crimes, she began to teach him earnestly...

Simmons had a subconscious headache.

He simply stretched out his hand and put his slender index finger on the girl's lips, interrupting the girl's soft murmur, and moussed the girl's delicate lips like petals with his fingertips.

Anyway, it has been interrupted. It seems that there is no difference between re-controlling now and continuing later.

The fair and cold fingers of the vampire instead pinched the girl's chin and pulled her into him, his voice low like a murmur.

Before that, why don't we do something more meaningful?

Aaah, there are so few recommended votes today! (looks horrified)

Eight hundred less than yesterday, ah ah ah, don't you love me anymore! ! !