Chapter 1137

Looking at the blood flowing from Yin Yue's heart, the air was filled with a sweet and greasy smell of blood.

Dyed white slightly rolled his throat, sweet, want to drink

It is not only the instinct of the original owner's body, but also the idea of dyeing white.

It seems that she hasn't drunk blood for a long time.

I really miss it.

Dyed white restrained her impulse and opened the green porcelain bottle,

The corpse melting water tilted slowly and dropped on Yin Yue.

The body of a living man disappeared in the blink of an eye!

She looked at the scene expressionless. Her black eyes were flat and without any emotion.

Cool, thin and indifferent, which is interpreted incisively and vividly in her body.

She is also a blood clan with taste. She resolutely doesn't drink the blood of such people!

With the smell of blood in the air, they dissipated.

"What are you doing?" Bo Yan, dressed in white and black pants, stood not far away, looked at the picture in front of him and opened his mouth calmly.

Dyed white lips slightly hooked, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the bloody scalpel until there was no trace of blood and silver in the sun.

Put the scalpel away, dye white raised her eyes, smiled innocuously at Bo Yan, and answered peacefully, "kill."

Bo Yan answered calmly, walked forward gracefully with a milk cart in one hand, and his voice was clean and restrained: "your milk tea."

Ranbai looked up slightly and suddenly smiled, "but I don't want to drink milk tea now."

Surrounded by a faint smell of blood, the noble and handsome man stood there on his side with a gentle tone: "what do you want to drink?"

Dyed white paused for a moment. Black eyes stared at Bo Yan and calmly spit out a word: "blood."

She wants to drink blood, fresh and clean.

Under the lush willows around, the handsome abstinence man and the pale and thin girl looked at each other slowly.

Her eyes were black and white, and his eyes were calm.

No one can see whose mood, nor can they see the mind at the moment.

Bo Yan clearly heard a word, blood.

Bo Yan also clearly knows that he is conniving at his predecessors.

A sense of uncontrollability, extremely dangerous.

At the moment, Bo Yan doesn't know,

All reason and calm, in the face of someone, will instantly collapse into an army.

She was his robbery, and he couldn't survive it.

Until later, Bo Yan didn't know that it was heart.

He put the milk tea aside and slowly untied the first button of his shirt with his slender fingers, with unspeakable dignity and pleasing to the eye.

Ranbai blinks at Bo Yan's actions.

The noble and ascetic man leaned slightly, pointed his slender and beautiful fingers at his neck, and his voice was calm: "drink mine."

Whether it's out of inexplicable possessiveness at the bottom of his heart or other emotions he doesn't know, Bo Yan doesn't want to drink other people's blood in vain.

"Seriously?" ranbai hesitated for a moment and made a sound.

"Yes."

Ranbai was silent for a while and bit his neck. Two sharp teeth appeared in his mouth and gently bit through his white neck.

The blood with sweet and greasy taste poured into the mouth and the white throat rolled up and down.

The blood pupil flashed away.

It's so sweet and fragrant.

Bo Yan snorted, and his white and beautiful hands unconsciously tightened the girl's slender waist.

The lip flap touches the neck, and the strange feeling of crispness rises and sweeps the whole body. Let Bo Yan's body a little stiff.

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