Quick Transmigration: My Host Pseudo White Lotus

Chapter 222 Blood Race Lord, Hug Me? 9
When Qing Li was thinking about whether she should continue to serve, the other party turned around again.It's just that when the opponent turned around and walked two steps away, he suddenly fell down.

"..." Qing Li seemed to know who did the good deed, and somehow wanted to laugh about it.Although it may feel a little naive, but it is really great.

Kanoan got up from the ground in an instant, turned his head and glared at Qing Li, and then continued walking.

After a while, Bruce came to her side and asked her, "Canouan, are you okay? Are you okay? Why did you fall?"

Kanoan was originally a person who cared a lot about his image, and he was as sharp as their witches.How could you let yourself fall in public?Although these people are their own enemies.

There were indeed many people present who saw it, but it was only due to the opponent's ability and strength.So they all pretended that they didn't see anything, and continued to talk to the people around them.

It doesn't matter what kind of duel it looks like after a while, or what kind of death they experience after a while.But for now, the only way to relax a little is to talk to others.

After a while, another servant came in with a tray in his hand.There are many small cups on the tray, and there are many red liquids in the cups.

The servant smiled and said slowly: "The drink on my glass is half wine and half blood. If you drink blood...the end will be very serious. Come and choose your own."

There are quite a few blood clans among them, and many of them are magicians. In fact, ordinary human beings really have no one except Qingli.

So many people can know which wines to choose.

Bruce quickly took two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Kanoan.

Kanoan took his cup, smiled at him, and said thank you.

And the others were quick to snatch some of the wine after the blues.In the end, those who have no wine can only hold the blood cup.It's as easy as trying to get away with pretending you're holding wine.

It is naturally impossible for Qingli, a "weak woman", to overtake them.I can only stand in the corner and wait, they are all finished.

The servant held his own tray and walked up to Qing Li, and said, "This is yours."

Qing Li stretched out her hand weakly, and there seemed to be fear in her eyes.

The servant really wanted to tell her that she must not be afraid.She will be fine, at least the people below the fifth floor are the master's people.As for the five floors and above, it is more difficult to say.

But he felt that if the adults really cared about her, they should also let her protect her so that she would not be hurt.

After the servant gave him the wine glass, he turned around and disappeared in front of everyone.When I left, I only left a sentence that I must drink.

The person who took the blood didn't dare to drink it at all, and just threw the cup away.

Qing Li looked at the cup in front of her, not knowing when the smell of blood dissipated.It seems to exude a faint aroma of wine.

"You can drink it." Angus told her in Qingli's ear that the thing in his hand was fine and drinkable.

Qing Li drank it almost without any hesitation.She took his word for it.

(End of this chapter)