When drunk, alcohol makes cowards bolder.
Shen Wuyou's shoulder was in so much pain that he could barely feel it. With a sudden thought, he bit the arm that was wrapped around him in front of him.
The man behind him seemed to freeze for a moment, then his eyes narrowed and he used more force with his mouth!
Shen Wuyou felt the pain, but he bit down hard without caring about his life, determined not to let go until he did, and he would bite him to death.
Gradually, the sweet smell of blood came from my mouth...
The boiling hot blood was in contrast to his coldness; the burning warmth was enough to dispel all the cold.
She glanced down and was surprised to find that the Demon Lord's blood was not the black color unique to demons, but the same bright red as humans?!
why is that?
Without time to think, as the person behind her vented his brutal force, she gradually felt that she had lost too much blood, her head was dizzy, her vision was blurred, and she was a little unconscious.
The moment before she lost consciousness, she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt a stream of hot water suddenly and slowly flow into the place on her shoulder where the Demon Lord had bitten her, as hot and warm as his blood.
The warm feeling gradually faded, and she gradually lost her strength. She tilted her head and leaned on his strong arms, falling into a coma.
The pain in his arm gradually eased. Bhagavan raised his eyes and glanced at her. Her eyes were half-closed weakly, and her body gradually became soft and weak. She almost collapsed on his arm.
His face was still stern, and his expression could not be seen under his messy hair.
He just raised his arm and hugged her in the next moment. Such a petite and soft girl was sleeping quietly in his arms.
So gentle and quiet, no lies, no acting, this must be when she is at her most well-behaved.
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