Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

After speaking, the little girl still felt not enough.

I simply took out all the praise words I knew, and used it to describe Simmons without the money.

The little bat fell on her palm blankly at first.

As the girl used more and more adjectives, its head lowered and lowered, and finally buried itself in two small paws.

The group became a group.

It looked a bit like lying on Doupeng Mountain on the day of the exchange with Su Tang and the blood servant girl.

Su Tang poked the little bat in his palm with wonder.

So is this angry or not?

The little bat didn't move.

It took a long time to slow down.

Although she knew that those were all made by girls to coax him, there was still a small voice in her heart that kept jumping.

It would be great if it were true.

What she said would be great if it was true.

...

During the time that Su Tang stayed in the blood clan, the accompanying soldiers and Vatican personnel had already returned to the Principality.

Fortunately, she remembered the way when she came.

It’s not difficult to go back the same way, but the more difficult ones are the blood races on the road...

Su Tang scratched his head.

Ordinarily, she is now the blood servant of the blood prince, other blood races shouldn't move her frantically, right?

Su Tang thought, planning to choose a hidden route.

Although she is not afraid of these blood races, she does not want to be besieged by a group of blood races in Wuyangyang.

And if Simmons is called...

Thinking of the few days in the blood clan, Su Tang felt a backache.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to support her waist, her heart was full of resistance to Simmons walking with her.

But before the little girl finished her calculations, the little bats that had been clumping together in her palm suddenly trembled their wings, spread their bone wings, and flew in front of her.

Su Tang suddenly recovered from his thoughts and looked at the little bat with a smile.

"Aren't you angry?"

The little bat nodded.

Su Tang tucked up his wide robe.

I wanted to catch the little bat and hide it in my neckline.

Halfway through his hand, he remembered that this is the chassis of the blood race.

There is no need to hide the bat.

She slowly retracted her paw.

Tighten the clothes on the body tighter.

The dress was given to her by Simmons before leaving, and there was a faint fragrance of roses on it.

When he smelled this faint floral fragrance, Su Tang couldn't help but think of the rose petals that fell in the coffin.

"..."

She blushed and murmured "big bastard" before raising her eyes to look at the little bat.

In the next second, he froze in place.

The little bat, which was originally small and soft, could easily be held together with one's palms, suddenly seemed to be enlarged dozens of times, and the huge black bone wings seemed to be able to cover the sky.

The complicated patterns on the wing membrane made her subconsciously think that when Simmons opened his wings and placed her on the rose vine, his wings seemed to have similar patterns...

Is this the same for all blood races?

The little girl was curious.

She stared blankly at the bat that had been magnified countless times and flew next to her.

Immediately after--

The collar tightened, and a huge force came from the clothes, lifting her upwards.

Both feet suddenly lifted off the ground.

When the howling wind blew his face, Su Tang's whole lump of sugar was dumbfounded.

She was... was being carried to fly?

But within a quarter of an hour, Su Tang watched the blood race's territory a little bit by her being left behind.

When he landed again, the land under his feet was already a place of chaos.

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