Chapter 150 (1/2)

Qingling's voice was like a trickle of water. The little fox couldn't believe it. Was it from the mouth of the corpse in front of him?

Is this body called her Miss? What is the situation?

Is it The wrong person? No, did you recognize the wrong fox?

The little fox swallowed his mouth, but he was still very afraid. His white hair stood up and trembled slightly in the coffin.

”Miss, sleep in the coffin first. I'll call the servants back and kill them all.”

Servant?

Little fox thinks of the zombie outside. He The servants in his mouth are not zombies, are they?

The little fox thought of the corpse to call those zombies to kill Feng Ling ran. He was shocked in his heart and held the cold face of the corpse.

”Squeak...” Don't touch them.

He heard the fox open his mouth, the face of demon spirit, slightly frowned, flashed doubt: ”Miss, you used to speak human words, but now why don't you say human words?”

“……” Because it's not his lady.

”Squeak...” Can you understand me?

Small fox holding a glimmer of hope, a moment, it was disappointed, the body, can not understand its ”Fox language.”.

”What did those people do to you, miss?” His bright red eyes flashed through the bloodthirsty dark light and continued, ”they are really damned.”

The little fox saw that his eyes were red with blood and gave out dangerous dark luster. His fluffy head shook like a rattle.

”Squeak...” They didn't do anything to me. You can't touch them.

The corpse found out what fenglingran and others had done to the little fox. The coffin lid clanged open. His robe was as red as blood, emitting a strong smell of death, which was gloomy and terrifying. But A fluffy snow-white fox embraces this gloomy and terrifying face. What do you think of it The style of painting is a little against harmony.

”Squeak...” I won't let you touch them.

A little fox was afraid that the corpse would be harmful to fenglingran. Although he knew that fenglingran was very powerful, fenglingran was also a person. There were so many zombies in Jiuzhou city. If fenglingran was attacked completely, there would be no accident.

The little fox thought that Fengling ran was bitten. He had a lot of courage. He was holding the face of the corpse. His face was cold without any temperature. His eyes were red. The fox was not so afraid.

”Miss, you don't have to worry about me. I can't die.” I mistook the expression and eyes of the little fox as worried about himself. He raised his pale finger and stopped when he was about to touch the white hair of the little fox. For a moment, he put down his finger, reached out the tip of his bright red tongue, and licked the little fox's snow-white hair.

The slave's tongue is not like those zombies outside, emitting a bad smell, but has a cool fragrance, a bit like the smell of herbal medicine.

The little fox saw his bright red tongue licking on its claws, and nearly retracted. But strangely, his licked hair, as if it had been washed by something, became particularly clean and bright.

The little fox held the slave's face, how he said it was useless, had to return to the coffin, did not call the zombie to deal with Feng lingran.

Two days passed by in a flash.

Little fox and slave in the coffin, probably know that he will not hurt it, gradually, the little fox is not so afraid of the slave when he first saw him.

It has been in the coffin for so long, I don't know how fenglingran is now? If he didn't find it, would he worry about it?

Gollum, Gollum.

Little fox's belly is singing empty city song.

My red eyes moved to the little fox's stomach: ”Miss, are you hungry? Drink slave's blood His fingers suddenly lengthened and scratched on his white neck. The veins were green. The red blood flowed down his neck, sending out a fragrance of herbal medicine. Seeing that the fox's paws covered his mouth, he refused to drink blood. He said, ”slave's blood is helpful to the young lady's practice and is more nutritious than the food she usually eats. Miss, have a drink

The little fox was picked up by the slave. It was frightened to see the blood on his neck. The fluffy head shook like a rattle.

”Squeak...” No, I don't want blood. I don't want blood when I die.

Little fox in slave's hand intense struggle, really cannot accept, drinks the blood to make a living.

Seeing the fox's fierce struggle, I didn't continue to force him. He sighed a little. Qingling's voice said, ”miss once said that if you want to become an adult, I've tried my best to help her to become an adult as soon as possible. Now I've found a way, but the young lady has changed a lot. Miss, if you go on like this, I don't know that you have to practice until the age of the monkey to become a human being. ”

After a pause, her red eyes flashed expectation and sadness, and her pale green fingers slipped over her demon face and continued: ”Miss also said that slave's face is very beautiful. If you want to become a slave like this, if you want to become a slave, I promise you that you will take this picture and give it to you.”

The little fox's pores were terrified. It's hard to imagine how cruel it would be if he peeled off his whole face?Seeing the fox shaking his head in fear, he looked at it suspiciously with his red eyes, regardless of the blood on his neck, and said, ”is it that the skin of slave is not well preserved? Does the young lady dislike it

The little fox shook his head fiercely, his own face is very good, do not need slave's face at all!

His lady is a pervert! You want a slave's face?

”Miss, don't worry. When you become an adult, I will make this face whiter and more tender.” After a pause, he said, ”Miss, you don't want to drink slave's blood. I'll go out and find you something to eat.”