Mr. Perfect Makeover

"I didn't kill, I didn't kill..."

He Fuming kept talking to himself, and the strength in his hands gradually increased. Wu Xinran's body gradually softened, and his head tilted to one side.

Sensing Wu Xinran's abnormal state, He Fuming raised his hand as if he had been frightened and swung it violently. Wu Xinran's body hit the thick wall like a piece of rag, and then landed heavily.

The blood flowed from the thin body like a meandering stream, bringing unparalleled visual stimulation.

He Fuming's gaze shrank suddenly, and the eyeballs buried deep in the round hole stared at the bright red color motionlessly, with longing in his eyes, his nostrils shrank and closed sharply, his breathing was rapid, and his tongue licked his lips over and over again. horn.

It's so fragrant, the smell of blood is really too fragrant.

If you can lick it, it must be more delicious than anything else.

He Fuming couldn't restrain the obsession in his heart, and slowly approached Wu Xinran's side, scraped some blood with his fingers and put it in his mouth.

The sweet taste made him go crazy for a moment.

He got down on his stomach, tilted one hand over Wu Xinran's slender neck, opened his mouth and bit the bulging artery fiercely, and the warm, sweet and greasy liquid overflowed his limbs like a warm current.

Not enough, not enough, not enough.

He Fuming was like a hungry beast, devouring it crazily. . . . . .

But at this moment, Wu Xin, who was supposed to die, suddenly opened his eyes wide, slowly raised his hand, raised a ball of gorgeous flames and threw it upside down on He Fuming's back. . . . . .

"Ah..." A shrill cry raged in the empty space.

Wu Xin suddenly got up slowly, stretched out his hand to wipe the bleeding wound on his neck, the palm of his hand was soon stained red, he didn't seem to notice it, put his palm to his lips, stretched out his red tongue and licked it, the strong fishy smell The sweetness blurred his eyes.

Over there, He Fuming rolled a few times on the ground, extinguished the flame behind him, lowered his head and said to himself: "You lied to me again, you are also an enemy, the devil, you should be killed, you should be killed..." Said After finishing, ten fingers turned into claws, and suddenly rushed towards Wu Xin.

Wu Xin suddenly leaned back and dodged easily. He raised a ball of flames with his right hand and attacked He Fuming's attack. Unexpectedly, the opponent's movements were extremely agile when he was mad. With a sway of his body, the flames missed, but they took advantage of the situation to draw them closer. distance.

Seeing that He Fuming's sharp claws were about to penetrate his chest, Wu Xin made a decisive decision, closed his eyes, and murmured in a low voice, "You are in my form, and now in my name, let you turn into a spirit of fire to protect my body .”

Then he opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body was instantly surrounded by flames all over the sky.

Just as He Fuming's sharp claws touched Wu Xinran's body, clusters of flames burrowed into his skin like leeches, and instantly traveled all over his body.

"Woo..." He Fuming's eyes widened in horror, and his body fell back weakly. Before he landed, a large cluster of flames shot out from his body. . . . . .

Wu Xin cast a cold glance at He Fuming, who was dying, and wanted to walk away, but suddenly his body softened and he rushed forward. . . . . .