Dressed as a petite jerk

"Wrong person?" Luo Qingci was still a little confused.

"Did that savior of yours also say—little human being...your blood is so fragrant and sweet~" Lord Blood King pressed Luo Qingci's ear, his voice was low and hoarse, with indescribable bewilderment: " I saved your life, can you feed me in the future?"

"That's right, Xie Zehao said that at the beginning," Luo Qingci said, "So I always used my spare time to research recipes, and after I reunited with him, I would always make delicious meals for him in different ways." , because I promised I wouldn't let him go hungry again."

"But the food I make is obviously so delicious, he never praised me, and he always gave it to others, and..."

Speaking of this, Luo Qingci suddenly realized something, and suddenly pushed Lord Blood King away, staring at him with a pair of eyes, and even his body trembled slightly: "You said...that I recognized the wrong person?"

"Then how do you know what I said to Xie Zehao at that time?"

"you……"

Lord Blood King beat Luo Qingci on the head unceremoniously: "I'm not so stupid yet!"

"That's right! I am your savior!"

"That manor is also mine. At that time, there was a banquet in the manor, and many people came, including Xie's family. At that time, something unexpected happened in the manor. I left for a while. I didn't expect Xie Zehao to find out I killed you, and even called the policemen outside the railing to come over and take you away!"

Speaking of this, he was still a little annoyed.

The banquet was organized by the people below, and there were hundreds of people who came, and the people below hoped that he could find someone among them who was willing to speak.

But Yingying and Yanyan in the slow hall annoyed him very much.

He went to the backyard, but he didn't expect his body to reach its limit. He was worried that he would unconsciously expose his vampire form, so he could only be forced to get into the flowers... Unexpectedly, he touched a little girl covered in blood. A bloody hand was brought to his mouth.

That mouthful of blood made him recover, and he also gave the little girl the power of blood in his body so that she could live.

At that time, he came up with the idea of ​​raising this little girl as his long-term food... But the people below couldn't hold back, and tricked a human being with a relatively important status into the room to suck the blood... He could only rush to deal with.

When I came back after finishing the process, the little girl had already been taken away by Xie Zehao and the police...

Afterwards, he discovered that this little girl might have fallen in love with Xie Zehao, and he couldn't understand how human beings can have emotions between men and women at such a young age... But that's not important, he just needs to kiss her quietly every time he can't hold back. Just drink a mouthful of blood there, and then heal the wound.

After that, he began to donate blood to Xie Yihan under Xie Zehao's coaxing in every possible way, which made it even more convenient for him...

——But if she has always been willing to treat Xie Zehao well and give her own blood because of this "life-saving grace"... Then, now that she knows that he is a benefactor, can he make her willing Feed him a snack?

——Thinking of this, Lord Blood King suddenly became a little excited.

But when I looked at Luo Qingci again, I found that her eyes were reddened, and her body was trembling more and more: "But...but... I have made it clear that the reason I liked Xie Zehao in the first place was because he was me. My savior... If he is obviously not, why should he firmly say that he is?"

"He lied to me?"

"He lied to me again?!"

It was not the first time that the little girl looked so angry and distressed. It was not the first time that Lord Blood King had seen him, but he didn't know if it was because this life-saving grace had something to do with him. He also became angry when he thought that Xie Zehao had stolen this kindness.

Not only was he angry, but when he looked at the little girl, his heart, which had never been disturbed in the slightest, actually ached because of her?