Wang Wang's face-slapping routine

Chapter 244 I've been suppressing it all the time, the one who suffers is yourself

After confirming again and again that there was no major problem, Jiulan Chuyan was relieved: "Then be careful, I'll be back later."

The black master Youji nodded obediently: "Yeah."

Looking back, there was no sign of Cone Shengling on the corridor.

Jiulan Chuyan frowned slightly, and walked forward looking for breath.

When he found the person, Zhui Shengling was leaning against the corner of the wall, and beside him stood the black master Huiyan holding a water glass.

He was talking: "Drink it, it will be easier."

In the other hand, there is a white pill.

Subconsciously retracted, Jiulan Chuyan, who didn't want to disturb them, cautiously showed her head and took a look.

Seeing Zhui Shengling absent minded for a moment, he waved his big hand violently.

With a bang, the glass water glass shattered to the ground.

His actions did not cause any ups and downs in the black master Hui Yan's mood.

Standing up, the black master Hui Yan looked at him condescendingly: "The interval between seizures has shortened recently, you can no longer be like before, you have to recognize this."

"No..." After a pause, he felt a little helpless, "You already understand."

How could you not know your own physical condition?

Cone Shengling didn't respond, and hugged himself with both hands.

The sound of breathing was heavy, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to suppress his thirst for blood.

Seeing him like this, Jiulan Chuyan clenched her hands unconsciously, feeling worried.

How uncomfortable the taste of bloodthirsty is, she has personally experienced it.

And he...

Hui Yan, the black master, wanted to send Zhui Shengling back to the room, but when he noticed someone standing not far away, he hesitated, then turned and left.

As soon as he left, the dark corridor fell silent.

Cone Shengling was still huddled in the corner, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, there was a sound of deliberately light footsteps from far to near.

Accompanied by a faint fragrance, a thin figure appeared in front of him.

Raising his eyes slightly, he happened to meet those glazed eyes full of concern and worry.

Jiulan Chuyan handed over the cup with the blood lozenges in it: "I have been suppressing it, and you are the one who suffers."

Although Jiulan hated the smell of blood lozenges at the beginning, she still carried two with her to avoid blood thirst.

This time, Zhui Shengling didn't break the cup again, but he still turned his head away, stubbornly refusing to drink.

Seeing this, Jiulan Chuyan simply handed over her slender wrist: "I don't want to drink blood tranquilizers, so do you want to drink my blood?"

In the line of sight, the light blue blood vessels under the fair skin are clearly visible.

The bright red blood flowing inside exudes a deadly alluring aura.

Almost instantly, Cone Shengling's eyes were reddened by the more intense thirst.

Reason is rapidly collapsing.

Just when Jiulan Chuyan thought that Zhuo Shengling would bite directly, but he grabbed the wrist bone and pulled it forward forcefully.

Caught off guard, she fell into his arms, and a lot of blood lozenges in the water glass were spilled as a result.

Forced to lean against his arms, and feel his heaving chest again, Jiulan Chuyan moved uncomfortably: "Zero..."

It's just that the big hand that was holding her wrist was now pressing hard on the back of her head, making it impossible for her to break free easily.

"Jiulan... Chuyan..." Cone Shengling, who barely managed to hold his breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think that I really dare not drink your blood."

Stimulate him to drink blood lozenges with his own blood...

This fool!

Cone Shengling didn't know whether to be angry or annoyed.

(End of this chapter)