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Chapter 143 The son of the mouse can make a hole
If Chu Heng only doubted He Lanjing's identity during the fight, then through his series of reactions after seeing the hand bead, he can completely determine Yan Xiaoxiao's true identity and her relationship with the middle-aged man in front of him .

It's just that he didn't expect that the Helan family, which is far away in the northernmost part of the mainland of Kyushu, would reach out to City Y in such a short period of time, and even the head of the Helan family came here to find his daughter in person.

However, no matter what, from Chu Heng's standpoint, He Lanjing would never let He Lanjing know Yan Zile's identity.

Those dark red eyes reflected a strange light, Chu Heng suddenly raised his head and pointed to the direction behind He Lanjing and said loudly: "Xiao Le, where is your mother!"

"Really?" Yan Zile heard the words, and immediately turned to look at it, but before he could glance over, he felt his body lighten up, and his whole body was suspended in the air suddenly.

It turned out that Chu Heng took advantage of the gap between He Lanjing's turning and looking back, gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, picked up Yan Zile, jumped up, and passed the old factory wall like a shooting star, and fell into the elm forest outside .

He was like a vigorous ape, leaping from one tree to another, and soon left the abandoned factory far behind.

In the factory, He Lanjing was still standing there.When he saw that there was no one behind him in the pitch black, a deep disappointment flashed in his eyes.

When Chu Heng said that sentence, he turned around without thinking about looking for the person he was talking about. In fact, he made the biggest mistake as a hunter.

The speed of the blood race is extremely fast. As a hunter, the most basic common sense is that no matter what happens, you can't leave your back to the enemy.

However, because of Chu Heng's words, he even disregarded his own safety, that's enough!

Fortunately, they just wanted to escape. If they encountered other cruel blood races, they could use the opportunity just now to kill themselves.

He Lanjing raised his hand to caress his chest. On the surface, he seemed to be fine, but in fact, he was hit too hard by Yan Zile and suffered serious internal injuries.

Even if he lay in bed for ten days and half a month, he might not get better.

At this moment, He Lanjing's concern was not about his injury at all, but about the origins of the two of Chu Heng, especially Yan Zile.

How could anyone believe that a kid who looked only four or five years old could seriously injure the head of the Helan family?

Who are they?Why can that little ghost transform into a vampire while wearing Qinan wood beads?Is he really a mother-child relationship with the child who disappeared 23 years ago in the Helan family?
If so, how could he be a blood race?Judging from the power of his attack on himself, it is very likely that he is still a purebred!

If not, then how could he wear that string of bracelets unscathed?As an ancestral treasure of the Helan family, it will only protect the blood of the Helan family!
In the woods, Chu Heng's speed gradually slowed down, and finally stopped under a thick elm tree.

He put the little boy in his arms on the ground, while he leaned on the tree trunk and slid slowly to sit on the ground.

Having been seriously injured, Chu Heng tried his best to escape so far, and now Chu Heng found it difficult to even stand.

When Yan Zile's feet landed on the ground, he looked up at the people around him.I saw a tall and handsome man sitting on the ground leaning against the tree trunk weakly. His clothes were in tatters and he looked very embarrassed.

"Guokuo, your wound is still bleeding!" Yan Zile looked at the messy man with a worried look on his little face.

Yan Zile's eyeballs suddenly stopped moving when his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the deep wound on Chu Heng's arm.

At this moment, in Yan Zile's eyes, what came out of Chu Heng's wound was not blood, but invincible and delicious tomato sauce.

Chu Heng looked up at his straight eyes, and immediately understood what he was thinking.

"Hungry?" Chu Heng slightly raised his long eyebrows.

"Yeah." Yan Zile touched his flat stomach a few times and nodded, but his eyes didn't move away from Chu Heng's injured arm for a moment.

"Come here." His eyes were as black as ink, and Chu Heng stared at a certain child who still maintained the characteristics of the blood clan for a while, raised his uninjured hand and waved at him.

Yan Zile immediately walked up to him docilely, and subconsciously licked her little mouth.

For some reason, the more he stared at the pot, the more hungry he felt.

Chu Heng knew that Yan Zile would know the truth that he was a blood clan sooner or later, instead of trying to hide it, it would be better for him to discover the changes in his body slowly.

With a sigh, Chu Heng brought his injured and bleeding arm to Yan Zile, and said lightly, "Drink."

Yan Zile always felt that something was wrong when he heard these words, but at this moment his little head was filled with this red as viscous liquid like ketchup, and he didn't have any extra energy to think.

The color of Yan Zile's pupils gradually darkened, and his movements were faster than his consciousness. He hugged the man's arm, opened his mouth to face the wound, and lowered his head.

When his lips touched the dark red liquid, Yan Zile felt that he was facing the most delicious ketchup in the universe.

He hastily bared a pair of small fangs and sucked them in big mouthfuls, like a baby drinking milk from a bottle.

While drinking, Yan Zile's big bright red eyes gradually became clear and bright. The next moment, when he realized what he was doing, he pushed Chu Heng's arm away and took several steps back.

'hiss! '

Unprepared, Chu Heng was pushed so hard that his wound was pulled, and he gasped in pain.

However, this time, Yan Zile did not pounce on him to check his injuries, but stood far away, staring at him with a strange and wary expression.

After staring at the man like this for a long time, Yan Zile moved his lips and asked with difficulty: "Guokuo, I...how could I suck your blood?"

His voice trembled with sharpness, a little harsh, and the original voice could hardly be heard.

"Xiao Le, you have already guessed it." Chu Heng stared at the little boy whose body was trembling slightly, paused and said, "Actually, you shouldn't call me Guoguo, I am actually your... Daddy .”

Upon hearing this, Yan Zile suddenly had a sore nose, and tears fell down like pearls with broken strings.

In the past, he had always hoped that he would have a tall, mighty, handsome and handsome daddy, but now, when this man who fully qualified said this to him himself, he only hoped that all of this was just a scene nightmare.

When a blood clan told himself that he was his father, even if Yan Zile had no reasoning ability, he understood the truth that 'dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, and the son of a mouse can make holes'.

Therefore, there is no doubt that I, like Chu Heng, belong to the blood race!
(End of this chapter)