The Mosquito Girl was attracted by the dark red liquid, and her intense thirst almost made her lose her mind.
She thought it was delicious blood plasma!
She couldn't wait to open her little mouth, took a sip carefully from Di Wang's hand.
And——
“Puff—cough cough cough!!”
The mosquito girl suddenly spat out the liquid in her mouth, and Cangqi's face instantly wrinkled up because of intense physical disgust, and even had a hint of angry flush.
"What the hell is this? It's so sour and bitter! It's so unpalatable! I want blood! Fresh, warm blood! Human blood! Animal blood! Anything will do! I don't want to drink this!"
She complained aggrievedly and angrily like a deceived child, completely forgetting the terrifying identity of the man in front of her.
Di Wang's eyes suddenly turned cold.
There was no need to activate it deliberately. Without any warning, a low roar like an ancient ferocious beast awakening exploded violently in his chest!
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Emperor Engine·Small Success!
The heartbeat that was more condensed, heavier, and more penetrating than yesterday at the ramen restaurant instantly filled the entire room!
The air was squeezed and vibrated by an invisible force, and the window glass made a buzzing sound as if it could not bear the weight.
At the same time, a thick, dark red aura that rolled like the lava of hell, like a flame with life, rose up from Di Wang's body!
The dark red light made his cold and hard face look like a god who controlled life and death. With a pressure that made people's souls tremble, he pressed down fiercely on the mosquito girl on the bed!
The light in the entire room seemed to be swallowed up by the dark red evil spirit, leaving only Di Wang's eyes flashing with a cold light in the flames.
He slowly lowered his head and approached the Mosquito Girl's face, which was distorted by extreme fear. Every word seemed to carry the force of thunder and struck heavily on her eardrums and heart:
"Picky eater?"
The sound was low, like the death knell of hell.
"Do you want me to drain your blood and let you drink as much as you want?"
“No… No no no!!”
The Mosquito Girl shook her head frantically, tears welling up in her eyes again, but this time it was a completely tamed, humble fear that was as low as dust.
"I was wrong...I'm sorry...Lord King! Tomato juice is good...I'll drink it...I'll drink it now!"
Without waiting for Di Wang to make any further move, she stretched her neck as far as she could, pressed her soft lips against the cold wall of the cup, and swallowed the sticky, cold liquid that made her feel sick in big gulps.
In fact, mosquitoes do not only feed on blood. Plant juices can also provide them with the necessary nutrients for survival, but their nutritional value is not as good as blood.
Every time the mosquito girl took a sip of tomato juice, her throat would instinctively contract in resistance.
But she suppressed her temper, fearing that if she was a second slower she would anger the man in front of her who was wrapped in dark red terrifying energy and seemed to be better at torturing souls than the bald man.
[Ding! The target is forced to surrender by intimidation, intimidation points +20! ] (Continuous fear from humiliation and submission)
Di Wang looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction, and the deterrence points were increased again.
The dark red energy slowly converged, and the roar of the heart weakened, but did not stop completely.
Di Wang took back the cup, and the tomato juice in it had been drunk up.
He glanced indifferently at the face of the Mosquito Girl who was choking and coughing due to excessive swallowing.
"Very good. Remember this feeling." His voice returned to its previous calm tone. "The prerequisite for survival is absolute obedience."
He turned and prepared to leave.
"King...Lord King..."
The Mosquito Girl cried and begged with her last bit of courage, "Blood... I need a little bit... a little bit of blood... to heal the wound... strength... please..."
Di Wang paused at the door without looking back.
The only sounds in the room were the low, regular roar of the heart's engine and the Mosquito Girl's heavy, suppressed breathing.
The pressure brought by this silence is more terrifying than any language.
A few seconds later, the cold voice sounded again:
"It depends on your performance."
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