The little wife of the blood clan boss

Chapter 90 Who do you remember?
"Don't worry." Zorosius already knew the whereabouts of Corpse Hand.Whether to take it or not and when to take it all depends on his wishes.

Seeing his confident look, Hesheli couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Then he seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, why did you come to me this time?"

He didn't believe that Zorosius was not doing anything in the clan and took time to come here just to beat him up. He must have other things.

Zorosius pondered for a moment before replying: "I'll lend you my spiritual staff."

"Hey, what did I think it was, just..." Hesheli didn't react for a moment, so he continued on. When he heard clearly what Zorosius said, he immediately changed his words, Surprised: "Spirit, spiritual staff?"

The spiritual staff is one of the Thirteen Sacred Artifacts of the Blood Clan. It has the ability to restore. It has been in the hands of the Ruimoer Clan for so many years.

"What, you don't want to?" Zorosius frowned.

"No, no." How dare Hesheli refute his words? This is not a matter of willingness at all.Even if he doesn't want to, Zorosius can definitely beat him until he wants to.

"I'm just a little curious." Hesheli said sarcastically, "What do you want a spiritual staff for?"

Zorosius said nothing, but a hint of danger flashed in his eyes.

Hesheli immediately shut up and spread his hands to recite a spell silently, and saw a crystal-clear scepter appearing out of thin air in his hand.

He touched the spiritual staff with pity, then handed it to Zorosius carefully, and told with a pained expression: "The spiritual staff needs to be well protected. It must not be bumped, nor should it be exposed to fire or water. You have to let it bask in the moonlight for a while, otherwise it will become depressed."

Zorosius: "..."

Does he keep a spiritual staff as a pet?You can't touch water or fire yet, and are you still depressed?

Zorosius laughed angrily, "It would be better to destroy such a waste."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally!" Hesheli heard this and wanted to take back the spiritual staff anxiously, but Zorosius took the lead and put away the spiritual staff.

Unable to get the spiritual staff, Hesheli could only look at him helplessly, hoping that he would treat the spiritual staff better.

Zorosius ignored Hesheli's earnest gaze and asked another matter.

"When you watched Nightmare, who did you think of?"

The first time Hesheli saw Yan Shang in the hall, he looked uncontrollably shocked.Although he later explained that he was so surprised when he learned that Nightmare was a blood hunter, Hesheli's reaction could not escape Zorosius's eyes. He clearly had something hidden!

"Nama Shang? Who?" Hesheli was stunned when he heard the words, and then he immediately reacted and laughed twice awkwardly.

"Ah, you're talking about that little girl. It turns out her name is Nightmare. That's a pretty good name... By the way, I haven't asked you yet, why do you bring a blood hunter with you? Just because she's pretty. , planning to have an interracial love, or..."

"Who do you think of?" Zorosius interrupted.

"..."

Hesheli slowly withdrew his smile and remained silent.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said: "She looks a bit like the same person, my sister."

"You have met my sister before." His tone was filled with excitement in vain, "She was still very young at that time, only a little tall, and she would only follow behind and call me brother all day long."

Zorosius looked at him quietly and listened to him continue: "My sister also likes to wear red clothes. At that moment, I thought I had seen the wrong person, but my sister has passed away."

(End of this chapter)