Fast time travel tricks to death system

Macarena, who was nourished by Delga's blood, woke up from sleep, and he vaguely heard the voice of the child.

He finally met the child named Zhou Ming. To be honest, Zhou Ming is more courageous than when he was a child, but he doesn't have the aura and aura she had when he was a child.

Speaking of that person, he felt a dull pain in his stomach again. Back then, she gave up Delga for the sake of a human being and wanted to be with him, but she still ended up in nothingness.

"Your Highness, you are awake." Mo'er came in from the room, and he went to ask Count Delga to let him take care of the Duke. With Delga's permission, Mo'er was very happy.

Seeing the sincerity of his smile, Zhou Ming came over to hold his hand and said, "Why did your injury heal so quickly?"

"That's great." He seemed really happy for Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming didn't ask directly, he said, "You know that medicine..."

"Medicine? What kind of medicine?" He thought for a while before he suddenly understood, and leaned into Zhou Ming's ear and said, "Are you talking about the medicine I gave you?"

"You did it on purpose?" Zhou Ming confirmed his guess after hearing his words. Mo'er patted Zhou Ming's shoulder and said, "I'll tell you the truth. I never thought of hiding anything. Are you Delga's blood slave, don't provoke the prince, this is my advice to you."

"You really treat Macarena..."

"Shut up!" Mo'er glared at Zhou Ming fiercely: "How dare you call Wang Jue by his first name!"

"Don't you just call the earl by the name? You told me not to provoke Macarena, so you, as a slave of Delga, don't try to please your master, why should you care about someone who has nothing to do with you?" ?”

"What do you know, the prince saved my life." Mo'er didn't want to talk to Zhou Ming at all. He couldn't see what was so good about this human being who appeared out of nowhere to make Delga care about him so much.

"It's just an excuse." Mo'er is really a master of acting.

At the time when he didn't know whether Mo'er did it on purpose, he might have been more polite to Mo'er, but at this time, he had directly threatened him and even ordered him.

He, Zhou Ming, has never had any kindness, but he is not a person who will ask for trouble. If Mo'er doesn't want him to have a better life, then he will not let it go.

At first, he thought these were just his conjectures. He had seen Mo Er's paintings. Although his paintings were sad, they seemed to have souls. Zhou Ming was very envious of Mo Er's ability, and thought about making friends with him. But his character was too indifferent, so Zhou Ming gave up this idea.

"It seems that you really came here for the prince." Mo'er already understood Zhou Ming's purpose. He originally hoped that Zhou Ming could get entangled with Delga so that he could return to Macarena's side, but this Damn humans, dare to compete with him for Macarena.

"I won't let you succeed." Mo'er's usually cold eyes became gloomy.

Zhou Ming nodded and said, "Then we will wait and see."

"Really?" Mo'er reached out to Zhou Ming's waist, and a thin needle pierced his waist.

Zhou Ming was stabbed like this, and directly used his own force to knock Mo'er into the air.

Mo'er's figure was petite, he hit the wall, Delga jumped down from the stairs, blood flowed from the corner of Mo'er's lips, he breathed rapidly, and looked at Zhou Ming in disbelief: "You, why... "

"What are you doing?" Delga came across this scene just after checking Macarena's injury.

Zhou Ming's sharp palm directly slapped Mo'er away. This parabola is indeed perfect, but he has no intention of admiring it at all.

Mo'er is the food sent by Macarena, because he has pure blood, and his blood at least guarantees that Delga will not touch the blood within three days.

Mo'er has been very obedient since he was a child, otherwise he wouldn't have kept him until now. He didn't understand how Mo'er provoked him, and he needed such a ruthless hand:

"what happened?"

Zhou Ming touched his waist, the needle just pricked his waist, although it didn't hurt very much.

He only realized now that Mo'er had already calculated the time when Delga would come down, so he deliberately stabbed him with a needle, so that what Delga saw was only his crime.

"Then you have to ask him." Zhou Ming pointed the finger at Mo'er, and he didn't explain much because he didn't bother to explain too much.

Delga should know what he was like, he would never intentionally hurt others, nor did he have that interest.

Delga looked at Mo'er, Mo'er looked calm, he lowered his head and said, "Master, it's my fault."

Zhou Ming couldn't figure out why Mo'er didn't explain, but said these words.

But Delga didn't think so. He felt that Mo'er was covering up something. Delga said, "Zhou Ming! Tell me."

Mo'er didn't play cards according to common sense, and Zhou Ming felt strange, so he answered truthfully.

"He stabbed me with a needle, and I acted in self-defense."

"Justifiable defense?" Delga raised these four words alone.

"You do not trust me?"

"No." Delga was just curious. He heard this word for the first time, and it was a bit new.

As for Mo'er's argument, he didn't prick Zhou Ming with a needle, but just wanted to see Zhou Ming's wound. His voice was slightly hoarse, and he couldn't feel any grievances from him at all.

It's not like the state that a complainer should have at all, as if he is really stating a fact.

It was only then that Zhou Ming understood Mo'er's motives. He really was a good means. Only when he was so indifferent could he feel the truth. His character was like this, which was why he was in this state.

This made Zhou Ming look like a villain.

"Speaking of this injury, it seems that you bandaged it for me." Zhou Ming said coldly, Mo'er coughed and said, "I did bandage your injury."

Zhou Ming glanced at Delga, and Delga understood the ins and outs of the whole matter. He said, "I was negligent about this matter."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Ming didn't understand what Delga meant. What was his attitude? Didn't he say that the medicine was a fatal injury?Why can you still speak in such a relaxed tone, shouldn't you blame him?

"You go down first, I will deal with this matter." Delga has always been a principled person and will not favor anyone. Mo'er nodded, he squatted and said: "The master promised me to take care Wang Jue, I think..."

"Go." Delga didn't mean to accuse Mo'er at all, but complied with his wish.

"Thank you, master."

Delga didn't know that from this moment on, Zhou Ming didn't have any hope for him.

He will no longer have any personal feelings, and Delga has become someone who only exists for missions in his heart.

When Mo'er went upstairs, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head and raised his eyebrows, and threw the needle in his cuff into the gap.

After the needle fell into the crack of the stairs, it sank deeper.

Mo'er spat out the blood stains in his mouth, but he didn't believe it, so he still won't be tricked.