Quick Transmigration: The Black Lotus script is broken

Chapter 127 Please submit to your feet (24) repair
Arnold was silent, staring at the woman stubbornly, his pale complexion made him feel broken.

"I saw the letter you wrote." Arnold stabilized his emotions. This is not the purpose of his coming tonight.

"What letter?"

Pegg showed a playful look and refused to admit it.

Arnold was not far or close to her, maybe he was really uncomfortable, and unconsciously showed a strange expression.

Still wondering if I asked the wrong person.

He slowly took out the paper he was carrying from his pocket, and opened it neatly.

Then point to the words on it for Peg to see, "Your name is written on it."

Pegg took it in his hand, looked down for a few times, and twisted the paper on his fingertips absent-mindedly, "I can be sure that it is me with just a name, Arnold, are you just making up a lie just because you miss me?"

"I..." He didn't have that kind of thought, obviously, it was she who asked him to call her, why did he pay back, and still beat him up.

Arnold snatched the letter from Peg angrily, and tore it up in front of his face.

"Angry?" Pegg looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help being teased. He immediately became angry, and his eyes showed excitement.

"I'm not in good health, give me the antidote." Arnold thought about it and suspected that it was Pegg who made it.

The letter received in three days confirmed his thoughts even more, otherwise how would the other party know how he felt.

Pegg stopped teasing the other party, and opened his hands, "There is no antidote."

"There is no antidote? What did you do to me? Why did my body break down?"

Arnold didn't know why, his thoughts were not as chaotic as when he came, he could think about problems normally, and his face returned to rosy.

Pausing for a while, he murmured, "Why did it get better?"

I have strength.

The answer lies in the vampire in front of him.

Pegg shrugged, showing a pitiful expression, "Arnold, why did you wrong me, who helped you heal the wound."

"My injury was also caused by you." Arnold said mercilessly.

Peg sighed, he really didn't understand the sentiment, "I didn't cause your body, and I don't know the details."

She told the truth that she was also confused about this kind of thing, and she didn't lie to the other party.

"Then how do you know the symptoms?"

Arnold's face was dark and expressionless, he didn't believe what the woman said.

"Wait for me." Pegg quietly got up, told him to wait a while, and went upstairs for some reason.

Arnold waited obediently as before, he didn't realize that some of his habits had treated Peg differently.

Pegg came down with a black book in his hand, put it on the table and asked Arnold to turn to page 170.

Arnold followed the instructions and turned to 170, focusing all his attention on the book.

It records in detail that the symptoms encountered are exactly the same as Arnold's. There are symptoms and solutions, but there is no reason.

Arnold's eyelids twitched violently.

The person who wrote this book is really unreliable.

"You need to stay in the ancient palace within twelve days, or your body will never recover."

Arnold slowly read out the method, which meant that he would stay here for twelve days.

"Yes."

Pegg picked up an orange from the table and ate it. The sweet and sour taste stimulated the taste buds.

"What a way." Twelve days later it was time to start the war, and it was absolutely impossible for him to stay in the castle.

"Is there a second way?" Arnold pinned all his hopes on Pegg.

Peg broke, she shook her head, the only way was this. "Arnold, I very much look forward to having you living with me again."

It's useless for Arnold to believe it or not now, he can only obey Peg's words and stay in the castle.

After twelve days, they will bloodbath this messy place.Now it's time to get your spirits up.

"How is the wound healing?"

Pegg saw that he had made a choice, and asked about the wound with concern. It took a long time for that day to last so long.

"Basically all right."

Arnold turned a page, and suddenly found that there were some content marked on the second page.

If the tasker is not satisfied with the above content, there are three more good conditions.

Second, the distance between people and the palace is within 100 meters.

Third, find a vampire with comparable strength to accompany you.

The third is the most recommended one.

The strength is equal, is it Sarah Pegg? She narrowed her eyes and threw the book on the table.

After all, he couldn't leave the vampire's sight.

"Arnold, what's your dissatisfaction, you don't lack anything here, don't be so picky."

"Picky?" Is he picky? How can blood hunters coexist with vampires? It's a matter of principle.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Pegg raised his eyes and stared at Arnold for a while, "What are you afraid of? The last thing I, Sarah Pegg, is afraid of is death."

The tone was extremely arrogant.

Having lived for hundreds of years, she has long since lost interest in this world.

Arnold has no choice but to live in the castle. He pays attention to the movement in the castle. What makes him feel strange is that the number of times Santak looks for Pegg is very channel.

As soon as Santak came, Peg would send everyone away, and he was no exception.

The two of them went to a secret pavilion to talk, and no one could hear them.

During the day, Peg was still dreaming sweet dreams in the crystal coffin, and the roses in the backyard were blooming brightly, wrapping around the coffin in clusters.

The sun does not shine at all.

Santak came again that day, and when he saw Arnold standing at the entrance of the courtyard, there was a dangerous light in his eyes.

"Arnold, what are you doing here?"

Follow his gaze to see the crystal not far away.

"..."

Arnold glanced at him, but didn't look at him again.The aboveboard disregard made Santak's good mood suddenly bad.

"What an impolite fellow."

Santak stepped past Arnold, who suddenly reached out to stop him from moving forward.

Santak turned his head in doubt, and took a step back to widen the distance between the two. His face was not very good-looking. I really don't know what Pegg was thinking, leaving a dangerous blood hunter by his side.

This is not equivalent to installing a time bomb on your body, you don't know when it will explode, and you don't panic.

"Peg is sleeping, what were you doing there?"

Those who don't go back to sleep in their own dens during the day come to the castle for a stroll, and have nothing to do when they are full.

"It's none of your business."

There is no need for Santak to explain to Arnold, and now he just wants Arnold to get out of his sight.

"Don't tell me, I won't let you go."

Arnold pulled a long whip from his cuff and pointed it at Santak.

"Heh, just a little furry kid came to challenge me, is my brain flooded?"

Santak didn't bother to fight Arnold at all.

Holding the handle, he put it away again, "I don't know if someone wanted to sneak up on you in the dark, but now you say something arrogant, don't you want to slap your face?"

Arnold's mouth curled up in a sneer.

(End of this chapter)