Chapter 150

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When monsoon smoke heard all this, her brow suddenly wrinkled. She thought of what Liuhuo had said at that time, and immediately understood everything.

This is why Liuhuo dare not reveal his identity

With this in mind, monsoon smoke immediately decided to go back to ask the timid little bat.

Taking advantage of the early days, Zuo Nuo took monsoon smoke and other people around the mountain for a while, selected a few high-quality wood, cut a few pieces to be carried back by Yang Jian himself.

When she returned to Jicheng, it was already the moonlight. After the monsoon smoke had stored the wood, she didn't rush to create a new body for Yang Jian. This time, she would be more cautious. In the early stage, she needed to deal with the wood.

Fed up with the whining dog, the monsoon smoke was kept in a small cage, and the faint bat took him to his room.

The little bat is awake, but the fear makes him shiver. He wraps his hairy body with his little wings and shrinks in the corner of the cage, only showing his tearful eyes to look at the monsoon smoke.

Bai Ze was curious about the little bat. He watched it for a long time in the cage. Even though Bai Ze was small, he was also a "giant" for the little bat. Seeing that the little bat who was surrounded by Bai Ze was going to faint again, the monsoon smoke could only smile bitterly and pat Bai Ze's head. Let him stay aside for a while.

Later, the monsoon smoke opened the small iron door of the cage, retreated a little, and looked at the frightened little bat in the cage with his chin on.

"Don't be nervous. I won't hurt you." The monsoon smoke smiled at the little bat path.

The little bat looked at the monsoon smoke nervously. His red eyes were full of uneasiness.

Monsoon smoke looked at the small bat dare not move, the corner of the mouth suddenly raised a smile, she quickly took out the dagger between the waist, and gently cut a hole on the fingertip.

The bright red blood drops coagulated into round blood beads at the fingertips of the monsoon smoke, and the bloody smell floated into the little bat's nose along the blood bead.

The little bat's eyes suddenly brightened and subconsciously wanted to step forward, but it shrank like it was afraid of something.

"No? It's delicious. " The temperature and the monsoon smoke language entice the little bat, the blood bead on the fingertip gently shakes with her finger, and the blood gas diffuses more intensively.

The little bat touched his stomach with his little claw. He was really hungry after the whole afternoon's fear.

And

The smell of blood is really attractive

The little bat hesitated to look at the monsoon smoke. It didn't seem to hurt it when he saw the monsoon smoke. So he slowly crawled out of the cage. His hairy body moved to the hand of the monsoon smoke slowly. Looking at the blood beads on his fingers, he looked up and saw the monsoon smoke.

The monsoon smoke nods to it slightly, the little guy just stretches out two small claws, holds the finger of the monsoon smoke, stretches out the pink tender small tongue, licks.

Blood gas into the throat, the fragrance Let the little bat intoxicated squint eyes.

But just as it was ready to continue to enjoy this top-notch food, the monsoon smoke suddenly said: "eat more, grow up, your eyes will be bigger."

The little bat, who was full of ecstasy at first, was dazed when he heard the saying of monsoon smoke. He was shaking with his claws holding the fingers of monsoon smoke. His red eyes were full of despai