[Quick Wear] The villain always salivates at me

He pursed his pale lips, took out the medicine and applied it to the wound little by little. The cold stimulation made him blink hard, his brows and eyes darkened a bit.

What was growing on his back was probably his wings.

Just now he was stimulated, the power in his body began to collide, and the blood power belonging to the angel was impacted, so the wings that carried most of the angel's power also wanted to break free from the flesh and grow out.

However, the wings may never grow back.

This is a natural defect of mixed races, who are born without strength.

Lord clenched his palms tightly, his gray-blue eyes were covered with haze, his long and thick eyelashes trembled, and his slightly drooping eyelids blocked the coldness in his eyes.

He thought of what the devil said today.

A lowly mixed race like him is just a servant, so how can he expect to have a master?

He has no power and cannot protect his master.

Lord's tense body trembled, he bit his lip, thin lines of blood slid down from the corner of his lips, against his pale and gloomy face, it added a bit of enchanting beauty.

He took a bottle of potion from a drawer.

The potion had a faint green color, but it was a bit clear under the sunlight.

This bottle of potion can maximize the power of his blood, allowing him to obtain the power of a lich and an angel at the same time.

But during this process, he may suffer great pain, and may even... die.

If he hadn't successfully summoned his master back then, he might have drank the potion.

Lord firmly held the slightly cool bottle, his gray-blue eyes stared at the potion without blinking, and finally he reached out his hand and pulled out the cap.

He drank the potion.

A huge burning sensation and pain swept his whole body, he grunted, couldn't control his body, and fell to the ground.

His fingers pressed against the ground, his body trembled, and cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped into his eyes, blurring his vision.

Lord just felt that he seemed to be back when he was a child. Because of his mixed-race identity, he was pushed into a corner and beaten up, and then snatched a strawberry candy that he had kept in his pocket for a long time and was reluctant to eat.

At that time, he also fell to the ground in such a state of embarrassment. The sun was clearly warm, but it was chilling to the bone when it fell on him. He was like a pile of garbage that everyone detested, and no one cared about him.

The color of Lord's pupils began to change, one turned golden, and the other turned gray.

He opened his mouth, and tried his best to look towards the door. It seemed that through the thin door panel, he could see the little devil whose tail was in the shape of a peach heart in the living room.

Lord tightened his fingers and closed his eyes.

This time, no one can take away his master.

Ruan Tang sat in the living room and watched TV for a while, then rummaged through the space ring and found a few ancient books.

It just so happened that Lord was going to conduct research, and these things should be useful to him.

Lord didn't know what to do in the room, and he never came out.

Ruan Tang looked at it, and didn't bother Lord rashly. He glanced at the time, went to the kitchen, and started cooking.

Probably because of the many times in the previous worlds, Ruan Tang is very skilled in cooking, and he prepared three dishes and one soup in a short while.

When the rice was almost steamed, Ruan Tang went to knock on Lord's room, "Lord, come out for dinner."

No one in the room responded to him.

Ruan Tang frowned, and knocked on the door again, "Lord?"

Ruan Tang was a little flustered when he didn't hear Lord's answer. He pursed his lips and started to kick the door open with a run-up, but the door suddenly opened.

Ruan Tang couldn't bear his rush forward, and staggered into the arms of the man in front of him.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Lord was wearing a white shirt, his forehead was a little wet with sweat, his face was pale, there was no blood on his lips, and there was a little tiredness between his brows and eyes.

Ruan Tang threw her head into Lord's arms, her ears turned red all of a sudden.

The air between the nostrils was filled with Lord's breath. He sniffed randomly like a puppy, and rubbed his hot cheeks against Lord's clothes a few times. He hugged Lord's waist, unexpectedly It's kind of cute and docile.

"I asked you to eat just now, why didn't you answer?"

Lord hooked the corners of his lips, tightened his body, and closed his eyelids restrainedly, before saying, "I fell asleep just now, so I didn't hear your voice."

"Master, I'm sorry."

Ruan Tang straightened up, shook his head, "What are you apologizing for, let's go down and eat."

After he finished speaking, he sensed something was wrong, leaned on Lord's body, gently grabbed Lord's collar, and smelled it, "Why is there such a strong smell of medicine?"

Ruan Tang was much shorter than Lord. At this time, he lowered his head and lifted Lord's collar, and the movement of leaning over to sniff it fell into Lord's eyes. It was as if Ruan Tang leaned over and kissed him. The collarbone is average.

Well.

Lord's scalp was numb, his breathing was short, and it seemed that there was an electric current passing through his back. He squeezed his palms tightly, barely calmed down, and said slowly with a blushing face, "I did some medicine experiments before going to bed. , maybe at that time, the smell of medicine got on my body."

Ruan Tang was dubious, but he didn't say anything, he just took Lord downstairs to eat.

This was Ruan Tang's first time cooking for him. Lord's eyes lit up a little bit, and he couldn't care less about the pain in his body. He couldn't wait to take a bite of the ribs, squinting his eyes, feeling somewhat satisfied.

"what about the taste?"

Ruan Tang also took a bite himself, and felt that it was not bad, and he performed well.

"like."

Lord propped his chin, his gray-blue eyes were a bit deep, he licked his pale lips, licked off the sauce on his lips, and asked Ruan Tang casually, "Master, what do you give to others?" Has anyone done it?"

Ruan Tang sat on the chair and shook his head obediently when he heard this sentence, "No."

"I don't cook for everyone, I just cook for you."

He seemed to have thought of something, his crimson pupils stared at Lord tightly, and he tapped his finger on the table lightly, "Speaking of which, you are my servant, but you don't seem to have served me before."

Hearing this sentence, Lord suddenly raised his head and looked at Ruan Tang. He clenched his fork tightly, his eyes drooped, a little downcast, "Master, I can do anything."

"Don't drive me away."

Ruan Tang stood up, walked in front of Lord, hooked Lord's slightly curly black hair with his finger, he thought for a while, then tilted his head innocently, his eyes were clean and sincere:

"Then you can wait for me to take a bath tonight."