I walked all the way to the main road in the courtyard and stood in front of the tree sculpture shaped like Elder Xu. His appearance had not changed at all, he was serious but upright, but why did he have to repair his tree sculpture, and here
I stood in front of the tree and thought about it. Suddenly the courtyard door opened and Sinmo came in. When he saw me, he said in surprise, "Jing'er, you finally woke up! What's so comfortable about your body? How is the wound? Does it still hurt?"
"I'm fine." I turned around and looked at Sinmo, who was in formal attire. Sure enough, he looked like a grand duke.
Seeing me looking at him so carefully, he smiled and said, "You can't meet Saint Greed casually now."
"Oh, where is the other person? I want to see him." I didn't forget what Aite said before disappearing.
"He is bleeding because of something, but he will be back in a few days. You can see him then. I think he will be very happy. I just heard that you might still be alive, but none of us told him. You are indeed alive, and you have entered the Blood City, and you live next door to him." Sinmo became more and more happy as he talked, and led me towards the house.
"This is..." Walking on the main road, I pointed to the tree sculpture next to me.
"This..." Sinmo's face darkened and he shook his head, "Forget it, it's none of your business. It's better if you don't know."
"Oh." Since he didn't want to say it, I didn't need to ask any more questions, so I followed him back into the house. Henry Zhang and the other four of them were still sitting in the hall, no one spoke, they just lowered their heads and counted their fingers, except Sam just admired his new weapon.
"What's wrong with everyone?" Sinmo naturally didn't know the cause and effect, so he asked.
"I..." Henry Zhang stood up and hesitated to speak.
"He just relapsed into his old habit and never forgets his doctors." I glanced at him coldly and said.
"Sia! You asked her to come to see Jing'er! Now that Jing'er is fine, thank her for me." Sinmo didn't notice the dumbfounded expression on his son's face, and just called out, "Butler, get ready. dinner!"
"Yes, sir!" The voice came, and an old man with a beard reaching his chest stood in front of us.
"By the way, I told you to prepare two portions of human food." Sinmo glanced at Shu Le and me and reminded us.
"I know, sir." After saying that, the bearded old man retreated, while a group of us were just waiting for dinner.
"What happened today?" Seeing that everyone was silent and completely unlike how they were before he went out in the morning, he couldn't help but ask.
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"This..." Sam looked at me, then at Henry Zhang, but in the end he still didn't say anything.
"What happened?" As a result, the more they behaved like this, the more curious Sinmo became, and he had to ask for more information.
"It's nothing, but that West Asia may not be an ordinary person. I think you'd better pay more attention." Finally I spoke.
"Jing'er, Xia... She is just a child. She may be a little more powerful than ordinary nobles, but it won't make you feel unusual!" Sinmo turned and looked at me. He had met Xia, the healer, a few times. He was a pure nobleman with no more than a thousand eyes, but in terms of strength, he should be far inferior to his adopted daughter.
"I'm not talking about strength, but she actually has such blood in her hands." As I said that, I threw the black bottle I had been holding in my hand. He caught it, opened it and smelled it, his face couldn't help but change, "Such a powerful blood, is it the third generation or..."
"Second generation." I answered him directly, without him having to guess, because I am the only one here who has drank the blood of the second generation.
"Second generation?" Sinmo squeezed the bottle tightly, "She is just a noble of thousands, how can she have the blood of the second generation? You must be the second generation?"
"Of course, because I have drank the blood of the second generation, I will never forget the sweet taste even after a hundred years." I said and couldn't help but lick my lower lip, as if there was still blood there. Remains.
"But she... doesn't look like a bad person." Henry Zhang finally couldn't help but speak.
"Huh! Bad guy? Of course not, especially for you, it should be..." I flashed and was in front of Henry Zhang, leaned into his ear, and said softly, "My sweetheart. "
"You..." He dared not say anything in anger. After all, it was that West Asia who wanted to harm me now, and I had no intention of revenge.
"Okay, you two, stop making trouble." Sinmo had to show his father's dignity, "If she really has the blood of the second generation, then it would be strange. Jing'er, didn't you say that Si Sophia is dead? Could it be that Is this blood from a hundred years ago?”
"That's not necessarily true. There is not only one second generation." I sighed, glared at the playboy in front of me, turned around and sat on the sofa.
"You mean she is related to another second generation?" Sinmo guessed.
"I didn't say anything." I said casually, "But if she can send me some blood like this every day, I would be very grateful."
"She gave you the blood of the second generation? Why?"
"And she also lied to us that it was the blood of an eighty-year-old noble. I really don't know what she was thinking about." Jianya was very outspoken. She said something that we didn't even want to say in one breath.
Sinmo was startled, turned around and stared at Henry Zhang, “Explain what happened to me clearly.”
Hearing his father's commanding tone, Henry Zhang had no choice but to tell the truth and told Sinmo everything that happened today. In the end, Sinmo looked back at me with a very cold look, "You know she wants to kill you, but you still drink?"
"why not?"
"But you don't know how powerful the blood is?" Sinmo yelled at me for the first time.
"As long as it is the blood of a noble, the stronger the better, it will be good for my injuries and good for my hunger and thirst." I smiled disapprovingly, and when I saw the butler putting dinner on the table, I stood up and walked over, "If Do you think I can really survive if I only eat human food every day?"
"But if something happens..." Sinmo's anger has not subsided and he stared at me.
"Don't worry, with the master's strength, no noble's blood can hurt her." Shu Le suddenly interrupted, blocking Sinmo's voice of reproach.
"this......"
"Okay, Lord Duke, let's have dinner first!" Henry Zhang didn't dare to say anything, so Sam stepped forward to smooth things over, and everyone was able to have a peaceful dinner.
"Forget it, but I will send someone to investigate this West Asia." After almost eating, Sinmo said suddenly.
"This is your business." I have no objection, but other people don't dare to have objections, especially the playboy who keeps his head down and just eats. "But no matter what is found, don't hurt her."
"Why?" Jianya asked curiously, "She wants to kill you? And she uses such a poisonous method."
"But she didn't kill me." I smiled faintly, glanced at the playboy's surprised look, and turned to Sinmo, "Originally, the nobles are a very small ethnic group. If they continue to kill each other, the only result will be annihilation. .”
"This..." Sinmo looked at me and was stunned for a moment, but then he turned to Henry Zhang and smiled, "Look! You also said that Jing'er doesn't treat you as a brother, but I see that Jing'er's heart is towards you."
"Jing'er..." Henry Zhang looked at me with a moved face.
"I'm full." I stood up and walked upstairs. I was not interested in this playboy's move. Besides, what I said was also true, because I knew very well that under the capture of the angel, the pure There are very few nobles anymore, and they have almost become cherished and protected animals. If they are killed so casually again, I really can’t bear it~
Besides, I am very interested in this West Asia. Who knows that the person standing behind her is the second generation!
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