Quick-wearing male god skin is sweet

Chapter 445 There is a Han Han Blood Race 11
On the pale skin, two blushes were particularly obvious, as if rouge had been applied.

Yan Ge smiled and poked his face with his finger.

Unexpectedly, he was caught by his fingertips in the next second.

The moment the fangs were about to touch the fingertips, Yan Ge raised his other hand and slammed the blood boy's brains apart.

The blood race boy was stunned, his magnificent eyes were full of doubts, and his brows were slowly furrowed, as if displeased.

Yan Ge withdrew her hand, crossed her hips with a serious expression, her slightly narrowed eyes flashed across the coldness, and she said slowly, "No."

After finishing speaking, Yan Ge turned around and walked out quickly.

Seeing the young man of the blood race, he immediately got up and followed Yan Ge.

However, he was locked in the house by the quick-responsive person.

The wooden door in front of the vampire boy separated him from Yan Ge.

He was in a hurry.

A low growl came out of his throat, and he slammed on the door panel.

But Yan Ge's figure did not appear behind the door.

The vampire boy gradually became irritable, his scarlet eyes flashed with terrifying ferocity, and his growls also became irritable.

The strength in his hand increased, and he wanted to break through the door.

However, the seemingly ordinary wooden door was completely intact under the manic attack of the vampire boy.

Gradually, the vampire boy gave up his attack.

His surging pupils turned dark, his blood-colored eyes seemed to be lost, and the voice in his throat became sad, whimpering like a wounded little animal.

The vampire boy crouched against the wooden door in despair, hugged his legs helplessly, and remained silent.

After taking a calming bath, Yan Ge planned to re-enter the room and pay attention to the vampire boy.

Faced with the problem of ineffective communication, Yan Ge can only tell him what is right and wrong with actions.

There is no problem with him wanting to fill his stomach, but the premise is that he can't be willful anytime and anywhere.

Otherwise, wouldn't his identity be exposed?
How else could she protect him?
Yan Ge just unlocked the door, only to hear a muffled "bang" from the wooden door!There was a roaring sound from inside, like a little cub waiting to be fed.

Yan Ge felt that if she went in now, she would be caught and gnawed.

She locked the door again, ran to Elena's room, took out a pen and paper, quickly drew a stick figure, and stuffed it in through the crack of the door.

A new gadget broke into his sight, and the young blood race boy who was attracted by it stopped restless, and stared at the painting with rounded eyes.

On the paper are two villains, two pictures.

The first picture shows a figure with fangs grabbing another figure's finger and biting it, and the figure who caught the finger looks annoyed.

In the second picture, the villain whose finger was bitten fell to the ground, and the villain with fangs knelt beside her, weeping sadly with tears.

The eyes of the blood youth gradually froze, as if frightened.

He froze for a few seconds, stiffly feeling the two sharp teeth in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, his expression becoming more and more frightened.

Then he looked down at the second painting on the drawing paper, and his slender fingertips gradually trembled.

After a long while, the blood youth's slack eyes gradually froze, as if making up his mind, he tore the drawing paper in half, tore up the second painting, and passed it to Yan Ge through the crack of the door.

It basically means: "I will not let you die."

Yan Ge felt that this method of communication was quite efficient.The door lock was opened.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the blood youth's eyes widened in surprise, staring intently at the long-awaited figure.

Then he rushed forward with a stride!He hugged Yan Ge tightly into his arms.

(End of this chapter)