Quick Transmigration: The Black Lotus script is broken

Chapter 145 Please surrender to your feet (41)

"Have you ever thought about Arnold waiting for you outside the door?" McCarthy asked suddenly, if Peg died, would he feel guilty, would he feel that he indirectly killed her.

If Manla hadn't been killed, maybe Peg would still have a chance.

Pegg turned his head to look at the door, the shadow cast by the window, the man was motionless, and Pegg knew that it was Arnold.

"I'm sure Arnold will come out."

Having Arnold kill Mamla is indeed vicious.

"As for Manla, you should also know her identity. Do you want to hear about her past?"

McCarthy asked.

There was a smile on the corner of Pegg's mouth, "McCarthy, if Manla hadn't been killed, I'm afraid I would be the one who wanted to die."

So, what is the identity of Manla, what is the relationship with her, and has nothing to do with her, why should the cold blood of the vampire have warmth.

"McCarthy, your emotions are mixed with different emotions."

McCarthy sighed deeply, and his thoughts returned to the night of that year, when the lonely girl stood under the tree and looked at the ancient castle in the distance.

"Grandpa McCarthy, obviously I should live there too, why was I evicted?"

The girl's tears dripped down, and she looked at the indifferent McCarthy tearfully.

His eyes were full of doubt and pain.

McCarthy replied at the time, "Your blood is not purebred."

Telling the cruel truth to the girl, she stopped crying and murmured, "But I can't decide on the pure bloodline, why should I bear it."

The girl wiped away her tears, turned her head to look at the old castle behind, and left in the same direction.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Pegg was staring at him.

"Perhaps so."

He is also old, and his mind is starting to become chaotic.

"Sarah Pegg, the word cold-blooded fits you very well."

Whether she was treating Manla, Arnold, or the entire blood race, she had always maintained an indifferent attitude.

Of course, cold-blooded is not a derogatory term.

"I'm a vampire after all, aren't I?"

Qualified vampires don't need extra emotion.Pegg didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Okay, I won't be staying soon, you can figure out the rest, I've already healed your injuries."

McCarthy got up and opened the door, and then Arnold blocked McCarthy's way in an instant, and asked, "How is Pegg?"

Santak thought about it too, but Arnold saw McCarthy come out and pushed him aside.

Santak stabilized the emotion of wanting to throw this man out, and quietly listened to McCarthy's next words with a dark face.

"Peg is already awake. For other things, you should just ask Pegg."

McCarthy didn't know if he could tell the situation. Think about it, let Peg make the decision, after all, it was her private matter.

Arnold's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran into the room after saying thank you.

Seeing Pegg looking at him tenderly, Arnold threw himself into Pegg's arms instantly.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Wet tears wet Peg's skirt, and Peg put his hand on the boy's back and patted it lightly.

"Don't worry, Arnold, I'm fine."

Santak came in immediately after seeing this scene, touched his nose, and then retreated wisely to close the door.

Give the two of you some free time to spend together.

When he came out, his eyes fell on Edith's lonely expression, and he said to the human side: "I think we should discuss about blood race and human beings, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)