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Qing'er looked at Lance's godlike face and couldn't figure out how to deal with him.

Lance's eyes had a faint smile, little thing still couldn't learn to be reserved.

Maybe the thing called reserve was born, and God forgot to give it to her when it was born.

Looking at his confused eyes and staring at his lips, Lance felt as if the blood in his body was flowing faster.

He felt the warmth of his body. Fifteen years ago, the little thing's creamy lips had stopped on his lips.

Fifteen years ago, this little thing had tyrannically crawled into his homeland. Perhaps at that time, she had used her lips to step into the human soul.

"Lance, I want to kiss you."

Seeing those thin and sexy lips, and those lips that had lost some blood, Qing Er swallowed her saliva and said.

She could not remember how she had kissed him fifteen years ago. She did not even have the memory of what had happened to Lance after that, but now she wanted to molest him again.

"Don't be silly."

Lance controlled the desire in his heart, stood up and put some distance between him and Qing Er.

"No, I'm serious. Who told you to be so beautiful that you can eat."

Qing'er saw that Lance had stood up, so she pulled on his clothes. She didn't want him to get up, didn't want him to leave.

"Little thing, this word is used to describe a woman, right? Besides, I'm not a human. Alright, it's about time for you to go home."

Lance took a deep breath. This was not his plan. There was still a long way to go before they could kiss.

He understood her too well. If he let her succeed today, then she would definitely advance an inch.

"No, I just want to kiss you. Do you want to sit down?"

Qing'er acted coquettishly, saying the kiss so naturally without a hint of lechery in her heart.

"You are no longer a three year old child. Go home, stop messing around. There are still many enemies waiting for you outside. Don't think about anything useless."

Lance said softly, as if he was coaxing a child.

Qing'er smirked and leaped, wrapping her arms around Lance's neck and wrapping her legs around Lance's waist like an octopus.

"Little thing, get down."

Lance's body started to heat up, and his amber eyes slowly turned darker.

"No! Give me a kiss, give me a kiss, and I'll get off."

Qing'er looked at Lance's face. Although she could just stick to him like this, she didn't have the courage to kiss him again.

"Little thing, you're no longer a three year old child. You're already an adult, and I'm also a normal man. If you keep hanging on like this, you'll have to bear the consequences."

Lance threatened.

"Consequences? What consequences?"

Qing'er opened her beautiful eyes wide and continued to look around innocently.

"Little thing, don't go too far, hurry up …" "Ugh …"

Lance opened his eyes wide, looking at the beautiful eyes in front of him, before he had a chance to think, those slightly hot lips had already left.

"It's not the same. Phew..." It's like my heart is about to jump out. "

Qing'er let go of Lance, her face was like a cooked prawn, and her heart was even more 'poof, poof...' He jumped as if he wanted to jump out.

"Little thing, that's because you're too nervous."

Lance didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She just touched it, how could that be considered a kiss?

"Phew... Phew... I didn't..." "I …"

Qing'er kept fanning herself with her hands. She seemed to be a little nervous. Could it be that the reason her heart was beating so fast was because of nervousness and not that 'kiss'?

"Ah, are you an angel or a demon?"

Looking at the cute Qing Er, Lance finally broke through the defense line in his heart. He lowered his head, grabbed the back of her head, and pushed her towards himself.

A light kiss, a slightly cold feeling, seemed to relieve Qing Er's nervousness and restlessness.

But the scorching heat which followed caused her to suddenly soar into the clouds.

Lance's tongue parted her lips, and that soft touch made both of them tremble.

Lance wanted to pull away, but he couldn't control himself. At the same time, the desire that had been hidden for hundreds of years was like a wild beast that had escaped its restraints.

He was a bit afraid that other than the ferocious beast, his bloodthirsty desire would be aroused once again.

Ten-odd years ago, Qing'er's blood had flowed between his lips …

Lance pushed Qing away with all his strength, before the canine teeth came out.

"You can go."

He didn't dare to let Qing'Er see his abnormality, so he turned his back and spoke coldly.

Qing'er, who was in the clouds, was pushed down by Lance and fell to the ground. She still couldn't get used to it.

"No, Lance, what do you mean? You kissed me, right? Why did you suddenly push me away? "

Qing'er stared at Lance's back, not understanding what he was doing.

"You can go, Wen Qing. Go find Joseph, he can protect you."

Lance tried his best to take back his canine tooth, but the blood in his body was surging like crazy, not like a cluster of cold blood, but different from the constant temperature of humans. It was constantly warming up, as if only sucking blood could quell the anger in his body.

"No, you like me, don't you? Or you wouldn't have kissed me. "

Qing'er hugged Lance tightly from behind. She could clearly tell now that the feeling of Lance kissing her and Joseph kissing her was completely different.

"Wen Qing, look carefully, I didn't kiss you just now, but I wanted to suck blood."

Seeing that Qing'er was so stubborn, Lance had no choice but to turn around and show those terrifying canine teeth to Qing'er.

The first time she saw those big canine teeth, Qing'er was stunned. Although she had seen them before, those memories were no longer there.

Looking at those big teeth, he suddenly felt pain in his mouth, as if in his memory, Lance really did suck her blood...

"I don't believe it, Lance. When I was young, we kissed before. You don't want to drink blood right?"

There were tears in Qing Er's eyes and pain in her chest. Even she didn't believe this kind of lie.

When she was young, she was only a few years old, but Lance was a mature man. How could he kiss a doll?

He really did suck her blood, he really didn't like her and kiss her.

Qing Er was crying. She wasn't crying because Lance wanted to take her palanquin, but because she was sad that Lance didn't like her.

"Go, don't come back."

Lance was distressed. He didn't know what was happening to him.

He needed to calm down. He needed to find Nell and find out what was going on.

Had she also wanted to suck Lan Yufeng's blood?

"No, I'm not leaving. If you want to, then go ahead. I'm not leaving anyway."

Qing'er closed her eyes and pretended that she was letting him suck on her.

"Do you want to be a vampire too? Or do you want to use the immortality of the Strigoi to escape the pursuit of outsiders? "

Lance said sarcastically.

"Lance, do you really think so? Do you really look at me like that? "

This was the first time Qing'er felt so sad. Her tears flowed like a flood that had burst a dike.

Lance didn't answer. He was afraid that if he said it, Qing Er would ignore him. He didn't want to do that, he just needed time.

Seeing that Lance didn't say anything for a long time, he bit his lips and rushed out of the hotel with tears in his eyes.

When she came out, snow had begun to fall from the sky, just like she was feeling right now.

Suddenly he didn't know where he was going. Going home? Damn, Mommy would be upset to see her like this.

He might as well roam around by himself and draw out a few demons and ghosts to vent his anger on her.

He walked around on the street for a bit, but he didn't feel hungry. It was already dark.

When the phone rang, Qing'er remembered that she should go home.

He told his parents a lie and said that he would be home late. After hanging up, he shut down his phone.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and when Qing'er looked around and saw the vast expanse of white that surrounded them, she had never felt this helpless and at a loss before.

Squatting down in the snow, he just wanted to experience the feeling of an ice-cold world.

As she bent over, a sharp spark brushed past her head.

Qing'er, who was still conscious of the berserk elements killing her, rolled on the ground and dodged a row of bullets.

It seemed that Lance was right, there were too many people waiting to kill her outside.

Alright, it's good to die early and reincarnate, but I don't know who will die tonight.

After grabbing a few snowballs, Qing'er threw them towards the black figure as it approached.

"It's only nice to play snowball and snowball on a snowstorm. Watch me."

The snowball flew out and the figure holding the gun quickly dodged. However, no matter how fast he was, he was not as fast as Qing'er's hands or feet.

His hands flew out and his feet kicked out. He didn't believe that he wouldn't be hit.

Hearing him speak in English, Qing'er understood that this should be the Yamaguchi team. Perhaps this was the Cloud Sky Assassin Roderick had hired.

However, with just that little bit of ability, killing her wouldn't be that easy.

After being hit by a few snowballs in succession, the other person seemed to be angry. He actually stopped using his spear, and bent over to grab Xue and Qing'er. He was truly playing a snowball game.

Qing'er giggled. While he was bending over to rub the snowball, she flashed a few times and arrived in front of him.

A flying kick landed. Although it didn't hit the man, it hit him and pulled out. The black gun fell onto the snow, but Qing'er wasn't able to grab it.

The man moved faster than he thought.

However, someone had already noticed their fight.

Especially that black gun, it was so eye-catching when it fell on the snow.

When the man saw that a head was sticking out, he took out his Swiss Army knife as if to end the fight quickly.

Qing'er understood this too well. They were assassins, so they must have all the weapons on them.

The most terrifying thing was that other than knowing that he was a man, he couldn't see his appearance. Otherwise, he would investigate him when he returned at night.

Seeing the man's ferocious attack, Qing Er didn't dare to relax and stared at the blade in his hand. The man's skills were too good. After a few rounds, she gradually began to find it difficult to move.

Fortunately, at this moment, the sound of sirens could be heard.

The man looked at the few figures in the distance and glared at Qing Er, causing her to laugh coldly.

If he wanted to run, it wouldn't be that easy. At the very least, he would have to leave behind evidence.

Knowing that the police would be here soon, Qing'er pestered the man to keep him away from the gun.

"Get out of the way, the police are here …"

Sure enough, after one move, the sound of running could be heard.

With a low curse, the man ran away from the other side.

Qing'er had a smile on her face. When her older brother was about to arrive, she bent down and picked up the gun on the ground, before running away from him from the other side.

No matter how loud the police shouted from behind, she didn't turn back, but continued to run for her life.

It was only then that Qing'er felt the pent-up air in her chest dissipating, accompanied by the rustling of the snowflakes.

She ran to the edge of the moat, where the snow floated in the air. It was like her feelings for Lance, no matter how much she had, she couldn't see it.

"You're really lucky, but this time you won't be so lucky."

It was English again, and it seemed to be more than just a bunch of people.

"Not necessarily. How would you know without trying?"

Qing'er pushed herself up and over the fence.

These people really did have no end. Could it be that they were following her around the clock?

"But don't worry, you're a woman, I won't use a gun, so we'll use Chinese kung fu."

The man was very confident, but his Chinese was very awkward.

"If you want to compete in Chinese kung fu, you can find me."

Behind the man, a cold and charming voice came along with the northern wind.