Quick Pass Cannon Fodder Counterattack Guide

Chapter 300 The Abandoned Blood Race (20)

The blood race is a monster that doesn't need to breathe. Naturally, there is no need to breathe when kissing. Su Luo only feels that this kiss lasts forever, and it actually gives her the illusion that her brain is hypoxic.

She finally couldn't help pushing Sivir away, with a hint of coquettishness: "Hey, you've had enough."

Xivir admitted that he took advantage of the "human" and took advantage of Su Luo's unconsciousness. He originally wanted to touch her and leave before she regained consciousness, so as not to be settled by Qiuhou.

But the plan is always good, the moment he held Su Luo's lips, he no longer had any reason, that kind of sweet and satisfying experience was something he had never had in his long life, and he lost control.

It wasn't until he was pushed away at this time that he regained his sanity, and the slight guilt disappeared after hearing Su Luo's words that he was more intimacy than blame, and Xivir was keenly aware of something different.

He has not been so narcissistic that he thinks that his superb kissing skills have conquered the young blood in front of him. Just kidding, what the blood can't do, a kiss can change anything.

But to hit a snake with a stick, what kind of face is this old monster who has lived for too long?Can I eat it?

He smiled slightly and said calmly: "If I say no, can I continue?"

Su Luo was speechless, why did this familiar rascal attribute be exposed as soon as he came in front of him?
She rolled her eyes angrily, "No."

"Lilith..." He was stopped by Su Luo in the middle of his words. She looked at her lover in front of her seriously and said two words, "Luo Luo."

There was a strange feeling in Sivir's heart, as if in the long past that he had already forgotten, this somewhat strange name once played a very important role, he repeated these two syllables with a somewhat confused expression, " Lolo?"

When this title just came out of his mouth, it was still a bit unfamiliar, with a strange foreign accent, but after repeating it once or twice, his pronunciation became extremely standard, as if it had already been said Countless times the same.

Hearing this familiar title being called out by him again, Su Luo's eyes were full of emotion, and she responded softly, "I am here, I have always been here."

Sivir didn't know what was wrong with him. After so many years of life, what hasn't he experienced?All the way to today, all his weakness and hesitation have long been firmly locked in the depths of his consciousness. He has no weaknesses, and he cannot have any weaknesses, otherwise he would have been killed in countless battles. time.

He also vaguely had the impression that he was looking for something frantically, because he couldn't get what he wanted, and he was almost driven crazy by the coldness and loneliness that came from his soul.

By the time he regained consciousness, the world had changed—the so-called Millennium Jihad had scorched everything he knew.

Although there is no place in the world worthy of his nostalgia, such an accident still made him feel disheartened for a while, and he only felt that he would never be able to realize the wish that even he didn't know clearly.

In order to escape, he simply sealed his memory, and then entered a period of intermittent slumber, but every time he woke up, nothing could arouse his interest, and the time of his slumber became longer and longer.

The famous "mad king" has since been lost in the long river of history.

(End of this chapter)