[Quick Travel] Weak cannon fodder relies on beauty to confuse villains

Chapter 37

As time goes by, it becomes more and more unbearable.

Late at night.

Xiu's Adam's apple rolled. He glanced at his companions. They were either focusing on their own things or taking a nap with their eyes closed. No one paid attention to him.

Ruan Qingshu beside her couldn't bear the fatigue and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Xiu lowered his head and stared at the palm of his hand, which had wiped the blood from the boy's forehead this afternoon.

Sticky, moist, rich and sweet blood...

The vampire's red eyes gradually lost focus, as if they were squinted by the scent of mist and were distracted.

Instinct led him to lower his head, bury his nose in the palm of his hand, and smell deeply.

Infatuation, covetation, destruction...several complex emotions burst out at the same time.

Xiu slowly turned sideways, his red eyes greedily staring at the boy who was rising and falling evenly and breathing long.

After a brief struggle, he raised his hand and pulled open the collars of some young men.

In the dark night, that section of skin is alluringly white-the blood there is the sweetest.

Tianxin screamed crazily, urging him to bite the boy's white neck!

But... there was a clear, deep bite mark on the side of the young man's snowy neck.

Xiu's pupils suddenly shrank!

At this moment, there seemed to be a powerful oppressive aura coming fiercely, with a destructive force that wanted to crush him into a puddle of mud...

Xiu suddenly came to his senses!

This is not an illusion, this terrible sense of oppression does exist, and it is getting closer and closer!

The moment he raised his eyes, he was caught off guard and met a pair of blood-red eyes.

The man was hiding in the darkness, and his face was so dark and terrifying that even the moonlight could not illuminate it.

Silently, this person had gotten so close, but he never noticed it!

Xiu felt his hair stand on end, chill to his bones, and cold sweat had filled his back before he knew it.

Sauron's blood-red eyes were as cold as the sea of ​​blood, filled with endless cruelty and blood...so cold and dark, like a beast in human skin.

The silver-haired vampire's voice was hoarse and cold to the extreme, "Give me back my little master..."

Every word and every word seems to be eating flesh and blood.

26. "You choose."

When Ruan Qingshu woke up, she was already in her arms.

He knew who was holding him, and he was all too familiar with Sauron's body temperature, breath, and strong and possessive hugging style.