Go Through My Demon Host

Jing Yan rushed towards Ranbai at the speed of escaping life and death, hiding behind Ranbai, thinking brokenly.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, goddess, you will die!"

Ranbai looked at the boy hiding behind her and pursed her lips.

The slender, jade-like hand lifted the boy, moved the boy lightly away from her, and spat out two words.

"No help."

Jing Yan: "..."

There was a trace of loneliness in Jing Yan's eyes,

Since others are unwilling to save him, he can't force it.

Those blood hunters were originally afraid of dyeing white.

Looking at this cold-eyed scene, I was also relieved.

"Jing Yan, stop resisting."

Dyeing white: "..."

"Ding, start the hidden mandatory quest, and attack the male god Suye. Please warm him with love, care for him with your heart, pounce on him, and sleep on him."

Suddenly,

Ranbai took Jing Yan in his arms, his cold eyes looked at the blood hunters like a dead man, and his thin lips were lightly opened.

"Quarrel."

Jing Yan was forcibly pulled into his arms by the dyed white, surrounded by the girl's powerful aura,

You can smell the faint fragrance on the girl's body, which is the smell of roses.

Jing Yan's heartbeat was a little irregular at this time.

Xuehun frowned and said unhappily.

"Don't mind your own business! We only need Jing Yan!"

A pair of white and cold eyes fell on the talking blood hunter, and he waved his sleeves lightly.

moment,

That talking blood hunter is gone!

The other blood hunters were terrified by the sight, and they rolled and crawled out of here.

Ranbai did not pursue the meaning of those blood hunters, and looked down at the people in his arms.

The boy was born as delicate as jade, with fair skin,

And the blood that emits a strong temptation silently tempts it to be dyed white.

The dyed white eyes stared at the boy's neck for a moment, then looked away.

Push Jing Yan away.

Jing Yan's face was aggrieved.

He was still hugging people just now, but now he is so indifferent.

Dianbai's pair of cold eyes stared at Jing Yan without blinking.

Jing Yan, who was staring at him, was a little flustered.

Jing Yanping looked at Ranbai, and could only see Ranbai's delicate and slender lower jaw.

Raising his eyes slightly, Jing Yan seemed to have crashed into the darkness.

Those cold and treacherous eyes seemed to swallow him in a moment.

Jing Yan's heart beat unsatisfactorily.

Looking at each other, Jing Yan was the first to lose.

Averted his eyes slightly.

whispered.

"That, thank you."

Ranbai's expression is indifferent and alienated, and his voice is clear, "Follow me."

Jing Yan blinked, somewhat confused.

Dyeing Bai had no interest in repeating it again and left.

Jing Yan trotted to keep up with Dye Bai.

Is she going to take him?

For the first time, there was a trace of joy in Jing Yan's heart.

"Well, what's your name? What should I call you?"

Dyeing white eyes without squint, tone is lazy and gorgeous.

"Dye white."

Jing Yan's eyes lit up.

"Bai Bai, I'm Jing Yan, you can call me Xiao Yan."

Ranbai's footsteps stopped, and a pair of blood pupils fell on Jing Yan.

"We don't know each other."

Jing Yan blinked innocently and said in a low voice.

"Talking and chatting, don't you get used to it?"

Bloodlines,

Jing Yan's face was pale, and he reached out and grabbed the dyed white sleeve.

"Bai Bai, can we not go in?"

The disgusting eyes of the blood race flashed in his mind all the time.

He admits.

He didn't dare to face it anymore.

The white and deep eyes fell on Jing Yan's hand holding her sleeve, and spoke.

Jing Yan, who moved with Ranbai's eyes, thought that Ranbai would mind contact, and quickly retracted his hand. The voice was whimpering like a little beast,

"sorry."

Ranbai glanced at Jing Yan lightly, and took the initiative to hold the boy's hand.

"I am here."

Jing Yan's expression was a little stunned, and he let Ranbai hold him.

Did she hold his hand?

The corner of Jing Yan's lips was an uncontrollable smile.

Instead, he held the girl's cold jade-like hand.

The people of the blood race knelt down on one knee and covered their chests with one hand, expressing their surrender to the process of dyeing white.

Bloodlines,

Born to surrender to those with strong blood.