Chapter Seventy-Three: MotherGoose
"Hey, big brother see it for himself. ”
The little girl pushed the book in the direction of Wang Yu and motioned for the boy to read it himself.
Wang Yu lowered his head and read it out word for word.
“Ten-little-nigger-boys-went-out-to-dine…… Ten little negroes?"
\"Big brother is so good, I guessed it at once. \"
Flandoro looked at Wang Yu with a smile and happily pounced on the young man, hugging his neck and refusing to let go.
"Wait, isn't this book ......?"
Crawling into the bed and sitting down with Flandall in his arms, he patted the little girl on the back, and the boy hesitantly closed the cover, and as expected, he saw the line of flowers.
《Mother-Goose》
Translated into Chinese, it is "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes".
“…… Well, well, Fran, how old were you when the Pavilion Master gave you this?"
The corners of the boy's mouth twitched involuntarily, how to say it...... It's unexpected.
Fran thought about it...... Probably when you were six years old?"
"Biological age of six years? You don't have to answer this question, your current mental age is only about six years old. ”
The boy raised his eyebrows, changed the question he asked, and waved his hand with a "I don't know you yet" expression.
As we all know, children hate being told they are small.
So Wang Hui suffered.
"Damn! Fran is not small! Big brother is a villain!!"
The little girl opened her mouth and bit the boy's neck angrily, the skin as tough as dragon skin and the dense rock-like muscles were easily pierced like tissue paper under the little girl's sharp canine teeth, and the little girl's mouth could bite the boy's artery accurately.
And Wang Hao, who had long been accustomed to all this, just patted Flandro's back and said softly, "Don't worry, don't choke." It's all yours, and no one can snatch it away. ”
In fact, Wang Hao, who has turned into a human form, already has a considerable consciousness, and he can only accept it with a wry smile for Flandoro, who never releases psychedelic poison when sucking blood, nor does he release psychedelic poison.
It seems that it will not hurt to be bitten by two small tiger teeth, but in fact, the "bloodsucking" action of vampires at the level of Flandorow is no longer just a simple eating, it symbolizes the plundering of life force. Compared to Remilia, who can control "dining" or "sucking blood", the little girl who is a little mentally poor will obviously only satisfy her own desires.
This is why the same pair of sisters, Remilia, has "a small amount of food, leaving a lot of blood that cannot be eaten." The unsucked blood was sprinkled on the dress, and everyone called her "ScarletDevil" (Scarlet Devil), but Flandorow often caused the deaths of the "dim sum", causing fewer and fewer humans to apply for jobs at the Red Devil Mansion, resulting in commissions having to rise again and again.
If it weren't for the fact that the target was Wang Yu, Flandorow still knew a little moderation, even the demonized bloods who could run rampant would be easily sucked dry by her.
Imagine the pain of the thickest syringe in the hospital pumping blood out one tube after another at the fastest speed, and then magnify it a thousand times, every time Wang Hao's neck is paralyzed by pain for about half an hour, and he feels that his blood vessels are swollen by blood.
In the past, Wang Hao was dismantled dozens or hundreds of times every day, and his pain tolerance was very strong, but that was before!
After the Origin Awakening, he didn't feel it for a long time, and he hadn't tasted pain again!!
The more people who have never experienced pain, the less tolerant they are to it. Now he can no longer pat his chest and say, "Lao Tzu is sturdy and durable, Gensokyo ranks first".
And the control of the human body is not particularly good, in addition to being able to play the two-stage change, it can only maintain a pure human form, and it is impossible to partially adjust the senses and other fine operations.
In short, it is still limited to the skill itself, and it is not integrated and turned freely. In this way, naturally I can only obediently endure the pain of being sucked blood every day.
As for teaching her how to release toxins, the little blood clan who has never bitten anyone himself said sorry, this thing, big brother, I won't either.
And he didn't want to teach Flandorow about it. Flandorow couldn't just suck his blood forever, and it was said that the paralyzing hallucinogenic effect caused by the talent toxin was exactly the same as the sensation of snapping...... As soon as he thought of this, Mr. Wang Hao, who had a strong desire for exclusivity, couldn't help but have a wild heart to remove this talent from the list of blood clans' abilities.
Really, you're afraid that the other party will hurt when you suck blood? Do you still care if the chopsticks poke the chicken on the plate when you eat? Which stupid hanger created this ability? Nonsense.
It's just that Wang Hao, who has never sucked live blood, doesn't know that this kind of instinctual thing can actually be learned without learning.
Like now, a hint of cunning crossed Flandall's burgundy eyes, and she pulled out her fangs and gently licked the wound on the boy's neck.
"Does it hurt, big brother?"
The pain is dying, and the stinky little ghost never knows how to show mercy under his mouth.
"Of course it doesn't hurt, how can Fran's bite hurt? ”
The young man, who was smiling brighter and stiffer, tried to keep his voice unchanged, his breath sank into the dantian, his eyes and nose and his heart, and tried to forget the pain in his neck.
"Really?"
The little girl asked innocently, and without waiting for the boy to reply, she moved her little head to the other side, and "ahh
"Really-!!...... Target. ”
The young man who couldn't hold back the pain for a while suppressed the screams on his lips and squeezed out the remaining word from between his teeth.
"Hee-hee, it's okay big brother, it won't hurt right away. ”
Tease me, it doesn't hurt and you're out of the ghost.
The boy gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes, not caring how Flandoro saw through his disguise in severe pain.
"Laruo, answer the call and build four more strange weapons. (Then coming down is the time to witness the miracle.) )”
Flandore, whose mouth was biting the boy's neck and still trying to speak, spoke indistinctly, and her little tongue kept licking Wang Hao's skin as she spoke, relieving at least a little pain.
"You say...... What?"
Some teenagers who didn't hear clearly asked suspiciously, but in the next second, their eyes suddenly turned black, and they were pulled into the depths of their consciousness by the toxins that had invaded their bodies.
Flandoro pierced into the sharp teeth of Wang Hao's veins, and a certain concept was based on this to gently wrap Wang Hao's mind, making him involuntarily paralyzed, and the palm that was slapping the little girl's back hung down weakly, and staggered to the princess's bed.