Su Luo was so depressed she almost vomited blood. Blood tasted good? Of course her blood tasted good. It was the world's greatest tonic, capable of reviving the dead. How could it not taste good? This old man had just drunk half of her blood, what else did he want!
Of course, even though I had countless complaints in my heart, I still had to appear weak on the surface.
"Ahem." Su Luo cleared her throat. "Are you busy here, old man? Well, I won't bother you anymore."
After Su Luo said this, she turned around and tried to slip away.
The old man was driven insane by her and completely lost his mind. It was impossible for Su Luo to say that she didn't feel guilty.
However, before Su Luo took a few steps, she was stopped by a cold voice.
"stop!"
Although Patriarch Mo was in good spirits, his sharp eyes, which were unique to a strong man, were still very scary. He stared at Su Luo's back so hard that it almost burned a hole in the ground.
Su Luo's raised foot was hanging in the air. She turned around helplessly with a flattering smile on her face: "Hey, what can I do for you, old man?"
"You, come here!" Patriarch Mo put one hand behind his back and waved the other hand towards Su Luo. His movements and expression looked like he was calling a little pet.
Your sister! You asked me to go, so I should go? Wouldn't that be embarrassing? And why would I go? Don't you want to drink my blood? Su Luo complained in her heart, but she didn't dare show her displeasure on her face.
Considering that the old guy was mentally ill, Su Luo didn't dare to do anything that would irritate him.
Madmen aren't scary, but powerful ones are. No one can be sure they'll survive a slap from a Saint-level madman.
"Come here!" The old madman obviously had very little patience. When he saw Su Luo standing still, his thick brows immediately frowned.
Su Luo felt extremely helpless. Without an absolutely powerful person, all her schemes and tricks could not be used, so Su Luo could only frustratingly take three steps forward and two steps back to stall for time.
While she was stalling for time, she was thinking about how to escape.
Thinking of this, Su Luo was sadly aware of how much experience she had in escaping. Ever since she'd crossed over to this alien world, Su Luo had found she'd barely had a peaceful day. She'd spent most of her time running, running, running... even longer than Forrest Gump had ever run.
Seeing that Su Luo was dilly-dallying like a snail, Patriarch Mo didn't say anything. He just stared at her...right wrist with a gloomy face.
Being stared at by his fiery gaze, Su Luo suddenly sneered in her heart. Isn't this old guy afraid that his mind will be invaded by the black spots and his whole brain will collapse?
Su Luo was communicating with Xiao Shitou in her mind.
"Do you want him to suck it again?" Su Luo asked tentatively.
"Sucking shit! How much blood do you think you have left in your body? You are already severely anemic. If you are sucked a few more times, you will be dead!" What's more important is that the little girl's blood is so precious, and he really can't stand it being wasted by that old madman!
"What should we do then?" Su Luo asked helplessly.
"Run!" Little Stone glared, "Don't you know how to teleport? Run!"
"But my teleportation range is only three thousand meters." Su Luo spread her hands helplessly. "The old madman's speed in an instant is definitely faster than mine!"
Who could blame her for just getting started with teleportation? A mere three thousand meters would be an unattainable speed for others, but for a Saint-level peak powerhouse like Crazy Old Man, it wouldn't be enough.
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