The apex pet of the sick lady

Chapter 144 Gold Medal Hunter VS Blood Earl (14)

But this Highness of the blood race has always been quite low-key. He is obviously a second-generation blood race, but he has no strength, and his temper is not competitive with the world. He is gentle and indifferent like a blood race.

In the past, Prince Gangelo had a close relationship with the Blood Emperor and often went to the Blood Emperor's Castle.

Now it seems obvious that Prince Gangelo is Doy's man, and Doy is the one with the deepest disguise.

After all, at this time, those who could participate in the election of the Blood Emperor did not take Doi seriously and ignored her together.

She didn't know how many things she had done at this time.

Jing Fei bit the tomato, "I'll go out for a while."

Fable was silent.

Both of them finished eating, and when Jing Fei was about to leave, Fable called him to stop and extinguished the fire.

Jing Fei: "What's wrong?"

"We are leaving here." Fable came to Jing Fei, hugged his waist, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Jing Fei was stunned for a while, and felt carefully, and then noticed several auras coming towards them.

He frowned.

"Shua—" The huge wings spread out behind him, and flew up into the sky with Fable, away from the cave.

"The ghost lingers." Jing Fei was a little displeased.

Fable pointed in one direction, "Let's go over there."

If Doy had been dormant in the dark, her power would have developed to an unimaginable level by outsiders. They would definitely be found by them near the blood castle.

Jing Fei didn't realize that she now subconsciously trusted Fable, and took her to fly there.

There is the South.

Fable took out the bow and arrow behind his back, and when he was far enough away from the forest, he set up the arrow, drew the bow fully, and pointed it in the direction of the cave. His calm eyes seemed to be able to see everything, as if he could see through the dark night and the lush forest. The dark green canopy of the tree, seeing the people on the ground who are looking for their breath.

A loose hand.

"call out--"

The bright thorn came out of the string.

A moment later, the dim light thorn flew back by itself, with the breath of blood race death on it.
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In the next few days, Jing Fei and Yan Yan were hunted down by several waves.

The strength is strong and weak.

The weak ones were wiped out by Fable and Jing Fei. When they met those strong ones, they didn't meet them at all, and continued to flee south.

Probably because they fled a little too far.

There was no pursuit for the next two days.

Jing Fei took the opportunity to send a message to Bruch.

Tell Bruch that the Grail is in Doy's hands.

Then I don't know if Bruch did something to cause trouble for Doy, and they never encountered hunting again.

At this time, Ji Shang and Jing Fei stayed in the tavern.

The Titan's tavern.

Going all the way south, you will reach this forest.

It's a very 'lively' forest with all sorts of things going on.

Many witches lived here. There was a great war here, and many treasures were left behind. Many werewolves would come here to try their luck.

Come out from the back room.

Jing Fei came to the tavern and asked Titan for a jug of wine.

After confirming at Fable that there was nothing wrong with the jug of wine, Jing Fei was relieved. To be honest, he liked the taste very much.

After taking the wine, Jing Fei turned around to leave, after thinking about it, she turned her head and looked at the brown scars on both sides of Titan's cheeks.

"How did you get this scar?"

The tan scars on both sides of the cheeks were in the shape of round holes, as if something had passed through them. He had never seen such strange scars.

I can't even imagine how it would hurt.

The wound on Titan's face is healed, but the wound on his tongue has not healed, and it still hurts when he speaks.

But like a normal person, he spoke clearly, no one could see that there was a wound on his tongue, and he smiled, "Oh, Karl did it."

Jing Fei was slightly taken aback.

Titan touched a mirror from the side, took a picture of his own face, puffed his cheeks, and complained in a coquettish tone, "Sister Karl has always been like this, if you are unhappy, you will hurt others, but still Well, it doesn't hurt too much."

He put down the mirror, squinted at Jing Fei and smiled.

Jing Fei: ...

The fable in Titan's mouth is a cruel and inhuman guy.

Jing Fei curled her lips and left with the flagon.

The room they lived in was the one they had lived in before.

Pushing open the door, Fable was sitting on the bed reading a book. An oil lamp was lit on the bedside table next to her. The orange light was very soft, creating a sense of tranquility on her side face.

Jing Fei stood at the door and watched her for a few seconds before walking in.

He took off his shoes by the bed, turned over from Fable, sat on the bed, and covered his legs with a quilt.

"How did you offend that werewolf?"

"Huh?" Fable looked up from the book.

Jing Fei opened the cork of the wine jug, took a sip, her crimson lips became seductive, "That werewolf framed you just now."

Jing Fei repeated to Fable what Titan had said word for word.

I feel that this werewolf is not up to standard even if he is lying.

Mingming Fable is gentle, patient, considerate, and will give people a sense of security, but he doesn't like to talk, and looks cold from the outside.

Fable looked at the book again, and was silent for a while, "Do you believe it?"

"Of course not."

When Fable came over, Jing Fei smiled. She was always noble and glamorous, but since she met Fable and got along with her every day, her expression unconsciously became softer and sweeter.

The fable says, "But I am."

Jing Fei was stunned.

The right hand holding the wine is placed casually, the red lips are slightly opened a gap, the snow-white teeth and the pink tip of the tongue are very cute, the eyes are clear and innocent, making it even more cute.

Fable's eyes were calm, and if it wasn't for the trembling of her eyelashes, she would not have seen any emotional fluctuations at all. She put down the book, clasped the young man's slender waist with her slender white hands, and said in a soft voice, "Sorry."

The distance between the two was too close, Jing Fei was nervous for the first time, bit her lower lip, "What's wrong?"

"I want to kiss you." Fable stopped moving after saying this, and looked seriously into Jing Fei's eyes, as if silently asking for his opinion.

Jing Fei pursed her lips lightly, her eyelashes trembling, and said nothing.

At this time, not refusing is the default.

Fable slowly approached and kissed his lips, not deep, not intense, patient and gentle, but more than any words or actions, it can stir Jing Fei's heartstrings.

Jing Fei closed her eyes slowly, and lay down on the bed following Fable's gentle force, half-closed her beautiful eyes, and panted heavily.

What surprised him was that he actually felt desire for the first time.

From the bottom of my heart, from my soul, not restrained by the instinct of the body.

"I'll help you." Fable's voice is very gentle, but there is an unquestionable meaning.

Jing Fei slowly closed her eyes, her cheeks were flushed, and she was holding onto Fable's long silver hair tightly in her hands.

When I woke up again, it was already dusk on the second day.

The afterglow of the setting sun comes in from the window, and it looks like thick trees are scattered. The dark brown trunks prop up the canopy like a big mushroom. And peaceful.

(End of this chapter)