Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

"The doctor has repeatedly said that I am a concrete manifestation of malnutrition." Mr. Mei said helplessly, "Except for being able to suspend in the air and fly slowly, it has no effect—I think I am a very useless monster. "

"You also know that you are useless?" Duan Muze finally came back to his senses after being stunned for a while, and said immediately, "You still don't come down, what kind of wings are you showing off?"

Mr. Mei had no choice but to flap his wings, landed from mid-air, and landed lightly and delicately in the middle of the luxurious and luxurious hall.

"Uncle, you are not bat wings." Duanmu Baolian said, "You shouldn't go to the doctor to discuss it. What else can the doctor do besides coaxing Xiao Tang? He can't even tell the difference between blood and elves. ,I……"

When it came to the end, Duanmu Baolian couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't help but clenched her fists with her thumb and index finger apart, pointing downwards, and ruthlessly despised the doctor. Really, any normal person would know it just by looking at it—Mr. Mei's wings It's definitely not bat wings, and it has nothing to do with the blood race.

That light wing looks like the legendary elves, but it's not quite like it.

Of course, if ordinary people saw Mr. Mei like this, they would have been scared to death long ago and shouted: "Monster!"

Where do you dare to research, is it bat wings, elf wings, or some other race?

"Baolian, what do you mean to say——I'm not a blood race?" Mr. Mei has never watched Twilight, so he really doesn't know what a blood race looks like.

"Uncle, just like you, please, don't pretend to be a vampire, other vampires will never admit it, you have a better future if you pretend to be an angel." Duanmu Baolian shook her head and sighed, "You still have wings that can fly, I don't know I don’t know, what can I do? Being a demon for nothing makes me depressed just thinking about it.

Such a silly thing is all done by my father. "

As she spoke, she looked at Duanmuze with dissatisfaction.

Mr. Mei had already retracted his wings, and was sitting elegantly and luxuriously at the dining table. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing. Really, he is also troubled these days. How can he tell Pauline about this?

Today Duan Muze wanted to talk about the gene fusion experiment, so he said it first. Forget it, she will know sooner or later. Moreover, she can accept that Feng Tang is a thousand-year-old zombie, and the old man of the Yuan family is a beautiful boy. There is no reason why she cannot accept him. It's blood.

However, this little girl accepted it, and said that he is not a blood clan, and other blood clans will not recognize him, and he is a fake.

And then, this girl was still tangled up, it was also a gene fusion experiment, he was a demon, he got a wing, he could show off, she had nothing.

Duan Muze was also a little depressed. He always regretted that he shouldn't have used Baolian for such an inhuman experiment and turned her into a demon. Therefore, when the doctor wanted to come to Shanhai County, he feigned death and ran away.

He felt that he had no face to see Duanmu Baolian.

However, he couldn't imagine how this little girl's brain grew.She was actually tangled up, and she seemed to be blaming him—Mr. Mei even got a showy wing, why didn't she have anything?

"Baolian, don't you have anything worth showing off?" Duan Muze asked bravely.

"No, I feel depressed when I mention it." Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfiedly, "I don't even have wings to show off, how can I be a monster?"

She really drools over Mr. Mei's pair of wings, which are beautiful, practical, and can fly...