Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Five minutes later, when the clouds waved the dagger again, the white hand blocked her.

“Little thing, if you keep doing this, even if it dries blood, you won't be able to satisfy it. All right, let your husband help you. ”

Without waiting for the cloud dance to react, the dagger in her hand had broken his hand.

He poured his own blood into the basin.

“You…” his move stunned the cloud dance a bit.

“Boom... boom...”

Suddenly, the basin on the table trembled.

“Knock!” Something broken.

The next moment, the cloud dance was surprised to see a red mushroom head emerge in the dirt in that broken bowl.

At this point, the dragon poured his hand back, grabbed the finger of the cloud dance, and pressed it towards the newly emerged mushroom head.

“Ugh!” the subconscious grunted.

There was a surprise in the eyes of the cloud dancer because, just now, her fingers were bitten by something, and the pain hit the nerves all over her body from her fingers.

What the hell is going on?

He swept his head down and almost stunned his chin off.

Only, the mushroom's head split apart, revealing its teeth, biting her fingers hard, sucking her blood.

What the hell is this?

The cloud dance heart trembled, but still forcibly endured.

Fortunately, it finally stopped before the cloud dance felt that blood was about to be drained by it.

Then, it closed its fangs and restored a small mushroom head, snoring to sleep.

Sleep tight?

Cloud dance eyes widened and a hint of surprise brushed deep inside her eyes.

Because she can actually feel that little mushroom head every beating condition?

Even it's small inside.

What's going on?

How could she feel that way? Isn't that weird?

“You little thing, I'm right next to you, and I'm not fainting in my arms for my husband.” The funny, cheerful voice of a man came from his ear.

fainting?

She clearly stood well.

This consciousness just passed my mind, and the cloud dance couldn't help but smile.

Because, at that moment, consciousness was invaded by darkness.

Too much blood?

Or is it the man's blood again?

The dragon looked evil at the little woman in her arms and sighed helplessly.

Putting the clouds in his arms on the blanket bed, looking at her pale face, his eyes brushed quickly, I'm afraid he didn't even notice the heartache.

“Little thing, what do you want me to do with you? ”

She brushed her cheeks with a large, long-lasting hand and immediately delivered the wound to her lips.

Luck, blood poured into her mouth from his palm knife.

At the same time, a few things were taken from space: dragon blood, pure blood, habitat grass, lifeblood.

In fact, it's not that simple to bring the body back to life. In addition to the five things that you need, you also need to work with people.

Tonight, on the eve of the 15th full moon, is the best time in the clouds, and the blood in her body is almost drained, at a time when it's perfect for a transfusion.

The light went out and he blew her clothes off.

Snow white gelatin, through the moonlight spilled through the broken window, appeared more tempting, but at this time, there was no slight ambiguity, only to make people feel that some holy gods were solemn and serious.

However, when the dragon glanced at her and saw the red branded totem on her shoulder, she was stunned and suddenly brushed through her eyes.