The black moonlight of the sickly male protagonist escaped again

Chapter 42 Baby, you really don't want to kill me, right?
As he spoke, he tried again.

This time, the point of the knife pierced his chest.

Black blood slowly flowed from the wound on his chest, looking so weird in the darkness.

She could even clearly see how the blood flowed out from the wound and wet his clothes.

In an instant, Su Baixi realized that he was really not joking.

He actually really wanted her to kill him!

In panic, the girl lost her voice, stared at him, and begged:

"don't want."

This time the voice was not as sharp as before, but with a low begging, and even the eyes that fell in love with him were also pleading.

It is obvious that the person in front of him has sensed his inner struggle and rejection, watching him with a deeper smile and a more gentle tone, as if the whispered temptation from hell and the devil.

"Good boy, don't you want to kill me the most? Why can't you do it now?"

As he said that, he clenched his hand tightly and exerted force towards his heart.

That action was so fast that Su Baixi didn't react for a while.

The moment he reacted, the pen had pierced his chest, and black blood sprayed out.

The face of the person in front of him was a little paler than usual, and he stared at her with a little sadness in his eyes.

"It's a pity, baby, you stabbed crookedly."

The tone was full of regret, as if it was really late, and he was not killed just now.

Pure black blood splashed out from his chest and splashed on his face, making his complexion even paler.

"Baby, you really still love me, don't you? You really can't bear to kill me."

He smiled wryly.

"In the past three years, you have actually discovered that you don't hate me that much, otherwise you wouldn't be able to pierce my heart with a knife three years ago, but today, three years later, you are reluctant to kill me."

Each sentence whispered in a low voice, echoing in Su Baixi's heart like a curse.

Was she really reluctant to kill him?
She seemed to be possessed, and kept asking herself this question.

Did she still have feelings for him?
Before she could think clearly about this question, the tingling sensation from her palm made her wake up suddenly.

Because of the hard struggle just now, Su Baixi's hand was cut by the glass.

The blood splashed on the roses along her wound, and the drops were bright red, making the already delicate roses look even more bright red.

Smelling the smell, Zhuo Fan looked over, licked the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Blooded roses are indeed much more beautiful than tens of billions of famous paintings."

Even though his heart has been punctured, but he can still talk and laugh happily with him, this guy is simply crazy!

Naked lunatic!

He turned his head to meet her terrified eyes, with a smile in them.

"Baby, you smell really good"

That smile was really cold and desolate, Su Baixi was so frightened that his face turned pale.

In the dark night, there was a scream.

Then came the sound of footsteps and running by the side of the garden.

"grown ups--"

After a while.

private hospital.

The wounds on Zhuo Fan's body cannot be healed by ordinary human treatment methods, but can only be healed by spells among blood clans.And if you want to perform burst healing, you need to perform special room healing to prevent being interrupted.

The whole process is also like a seriously injured human being entering the operating room for treatment.

Su Baixi was wearing a long skirt, sitting on the bench outside the operating room, with her hands crossed and her head bowed, looking a little out of her mind.

After Yisai, who had just completed the formation arrangement in the consultation room, came out, he sighed secretly when he saw the people outside still bowing their heads.

Day by day, it is simply a crime.

He leaned against the corner of the wall, looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly felt a little pity.

Needless to say, the person in the room is so proficient in human nature, it can be said that he is simply a monster.The little girl herself was not involved in the matter deeply, and she was well protected by him on weekdays. She had never seen many things, and just happened to meet him who deliberately persecuted her like today.

Sure enough, he was directly frightened.

The man was sitting under the light, his figure stretched very long.A pale light fell from the ceiling, against which her figure was slender and fragile.

He watched the lonely figure.

I still remember when she came here for the first time, she was about 13 years old.

Wearing a long white dress, standing among a group of girls with heavy makeup, she looks so out of place and looks so thin.

Slender, like a weed in the wind, it can be strangled to death with a little force.

Because the taste of blood was so delicious, it was given to him as a gift.He was in his study at the time, working on papers.Walking out of the study, he saw the guest, staring at him with a flattering smile, and the little girl was standing beside him.

Really thin and small, fragile and inconspicuous, that was the first feeling he saw when he saw him.

He just glanced at it before looking away, determined in his heart that the people around him would definitely not want it—he never liked this type.

So thin and slender, so careless, there is no joy in playing on the bed.

All the girls who were selected were lucky enough to stay with one life, even though the following life would be so painful that life would be worse than death.

The girl who was not selected could only be out of the game unfortunately, and was left behind by the rest of the blood to suck blood to death, or thrown into the pile of zombies, and was eaten by the zombies as food.

This little girl is so thin, it is likely that other people will look down on her, and no one will stay.

She could only be thrown into the pile of zombies, eaten alive as if bitten by a mad dog, and then turned into a pile of crushed bones tomorrow.

So when the people around him sized up the girl for a long time, fell silent for a moment, and asked the girl to stay in a cold voice without even taking a sip of the touted delicious blood, he was surprised.

The little girl is really too young.

Although he is very talented, extremely talented, learns everything quickly, and has a strong enough knowledge reserve, but after all, he is too young, so that every time he sees him, he lowers his head and dare not look him in the face .

Even in his arms, she lowered her head and retracted her arms, not daring to raise her head to face him directly.

Such a little girl is undoubtedly boring.

That kind of feeling is like putting her in the crowd and not being able to pick her out.

Unable to please people in bed, and unable to look good for himself in public, he thought that the reason why he kept him was because blood was delicious, until later he heard that he had never voluntarily drank her blood.

Never drank a sip.

About a year later, at another private reception, when the few of them drank privately, he still took her with him, hugged her in his arms, and let her sit on his lap.

Unexpectedly, the little girl had her period.

She was held in his arms and sat directly on his lap.

The consequences are naturally conceivable, not to mention that it was a reception.

　Yesterday's article has been revised, please go back and read it, babies.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)