The black moonlight of the sickly male protagonist escaped again

Chapter 28: The Doll Stored in the Castle

As soon as the words fell, he was slapped twice on the cheek.

Xin Tian was thrown to the ground by this force.

She knelt down on the ground, covered her cheeks, and looked up at him with tears in the corners of her eyes, completely unaware of what she had done wrong.

He only heard the person in front of him staring at him condescendingly, his eyes were cold.

"You have too many problems. This should not be a habit of slavery and possession."

As he spoke, he leaned over, raised his hand to pinch her chin, and looked into her eyes.

"Remember it for me. If you want to survive by my side, just control your mouth and ask less questions."

Xin Tian gritted her teeth, feeling resentful in her heart.

Why?
Why is Su Baixi special?

Her genes are different from those of ordinary people, but why is she the one that people pay attention to? !

Even though she was full of grievances, after receiving two slaps in the end, she knew that she had restrained a lot, so she gritted her teeth, pursed her lips, swallowed the grievances full of belly, collected her emotions, looked up at him, and forced a smile Said: "I see, thank you!"

And now Xin Tian turned her head to look at her reflection on the window.

The woman reflected on the glass was full of unwillingness, her eyes were full of reluctance, her left cheek was swollen and bleeding, but she could only grit her teeth to swallow all the grievances in her heart.

I only heard the man ask: "Is there anything else?"

Xin Tian gritted her teeth, shook her head slightly, and her tone became respectful.

"Nothing."

The man turns around.

"If you have nothing else to do in the future, don't come to me."

After Xin Tian got the order, she got up immediately, unwilling to stay any longer, turned around and followed the blood servant behind her, and left immediately.

The moment she turned around, Mouzi cooled down, and viciously wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, regardless of the swelling of his cheeks due to the force.

The last sentence directly named the relationship between them-it was a unilateral contract between them.

Call her over when he needs her.

When you don't need her, just kick her away.

That is to say, if he came to ask him for anything in the future, it would be a crime.

Looking at the woman in the garden through the window, following Xuepu's figure and disappearing beyond her sister, Lawrence drew the curtains.Immediately thick coral fleece.Curtains block all light from the window.

He raised his hand and pressed the light switch.

Immediately, golden lights filled the entire room like flowing water.

The entire room is laid out in purple, the only other color being pure gold.

He was wearing a pure velvet maroon pajamas, the top of the pajamas was designed like a nightgown, and the neckline was a circle of thick mink fur.

The circle of sable fur is shiny, and the skin is shiny, like eyes in the dark.

The furniture in the room is all made of wood, and the wood is faintly black, with a faint layer of gold thread embroidered on the surface.A pure crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling.The crystal is of a high-quality texture, crystal clear, reflecting a gorgeous and hazy luxury beauty under the golden luster.

The whole room is lined with dark purple flannelette, which is elegant and luxurious.

The most eye-catching thing is the thing in the middle of the room that is hidden by heavy curtains.

The entire room has been blocked by curtains.

The center is blocked by a thick curtain lock.

The design style and style of the apron is completely different from the curtains.

The curtains are purple and heavy, giving people a heavy, simple and solemn feeling.

The surface of the curtain in the center is inlaid with irises embroidered with gold thread.The pistils of these irises are made of pure crystal.The bottom of the apron is embellished with a circle of openwork bordered silk.

The man walked to the curtain, stared at the curtain, his eyes were a little dazed.

He tidied up, tidied up his clothes, his movements softened for an instant, and then he raised his hand and opened the curtain.

The moment the curtain was pulled open, the whole room seemed to be surrounded by golden sunlight.

I saw a woman half leaning on the bed, her white blonde hair was clean and delicate, like sunlight being stretched into a spider's web.The woman was wearing a European-style palace silk dress, which was rose red.The skirt is embellished with pure black flannelette.

The skirt is pleated and fluffy, with big red gemstones embellished on the surface, which looks exquisite like a work of art.The girl's hair is half-tied.

The inner half was scattered and draped around the waist, and the outer half was tied with a big bow.And in the center of the bow is a piece of purple crystal as an embellishment.

Women are really beautiful, with fair skin and delicate and small features, just like dolls placed in glass cabinets in supermarkets.

It's a pity that her eyes are empty.

It was dark red like the blood race, but it was hollow and dull, making one wonder if the woman had been absorbed into her soul, leaving only an empty shell.

Lawrence stared at the person in front of him with a dazed expression.After a long time, with trembling hands, he gently stroked his head and combed his hair.

"Good boy, how do you feel today? Are you feeling well?"

Only then did the doll-like woman speak, her voice was hoarse, and it didn't sound like a human voice at all.

"It hurts. It still hurts, and it's still uncomfortable."

More like the sound of some sharp object being pressed against a piece of wood.

Lawrence's complexion suddenly felt a little guilty, and he reached out to stroke her head, calming her emotions, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I have something to do today, and I didn't help you share the pain in time."

As he spoke, he immediately bit his own finger and sent the bleeding finger into the girl's mouth.

Soon, the person on the bed moved.

I saw him slowly twisting his neck.A pair of empty eyes stared at him, and the voice seemed to be coquettish.

"I don't want to drink your blood, it's really hard to drink"

But because the voice was too ugly, the coquettish voice made people's scalp numb and their teeth sore.

Lawrence didn't care, just raised his hand and gently stroked his injured finger with another intact hand.

Then a maroon curse mark suddenly appeared in his palm, and his bleeding wound healed instantly.

The man took out a silk handkerchief again, stood in the clear water next to him, gently wiped the woman's blood-stained lips, and wiped his fingers with silk hair before putting the handkerchief on the table next to him. , and then put both hands on the woman's shoulders.

"I can't help it. My power is contained in my blood, which can help you restrain the girdle's ability to a great extent, and slow down the time for your soul to be devoured by the tree demon."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently kissed the woman's lips.

"Baby, hold on a little longer, just be patient a little longer."

A soft murmur came from the dimly lit room.

"After all, it's just a body made of centuries-old girdle branches, not worthy of your pure soul."

"Soon I will find a suitable body for you, and you will no longer be forced to live in this humble body and feel uncomfortable."

The harsh sound of scratching wood came out.

"Whose specific ordinary people did you find, I don't want that kind of dirty flesh and blood."

The man whispered: "It's a clone. His genes are different from ordinary humans. I guess her genes may have the power of our first-generation blood."

　Babies, yesterday’s content has been revised by my sister today, and today’s content will be revised tomorrow. Just take root in these two days. By June 6st, my sister will not be so busy and can still maintain daily updates. ~
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