He had been following the fragile little container, watching her cover her arms all the way into the building, and after thinking about it, he simply followed in, and before she turned around and locked the door, he quietly hid behind her, and shook his head in disgust at the heavy but extremely fragile lock on the door.

The little container is not only fragile but also stupid, and if he hadn't been merciful and helpful, it would have hung up in minutes.

The noble and boring prince of the blood clan was rarely overflowing with kindness, and with a snap of his fingers, several blood-red bats flew over with their wings, slammed their eyebrows on the door, blocked the crack of the door, and flatteringly showed him their determination to defend to the death.

The chirping sound caused the small containers in front of them to turn back in confusion.

The prince slapped the most flattering blood bat flat, and the rest immediately silenced and kept quiet, squeezing mung bean's big eyes and actively squeezing his eyes to convey a message to him.

However, their sore eyes saw only a ruthless back.

The noble prince didn't care at all about the broken glass heart behind him, and floated silently behind the small container, watching her quickly take things to treat her wounds, although she had to frown from time to time, not a single tear fell, only a few deep tooth marks on her already snow-white lips.

Oh, it's so much better than those containers that only cry, and it's worthy of the little containers he values.

And this is still a small container that knows a little bit of everything, and after cleaning up the wound, he still knows that he has to nourish himself some fat, which is really good at thinking about him.

The prince, who was in a good mood, snapped his fingers in the air, floated the man who was already in a somewhat semi-comatose state in the air, and floated behind him into the bedroom, and as soon as he raised his hand, he put the man on the bed, and crossed his hands on his stomach in a proper sleeping position.

Well, yes, it's the same position as when he was sleeping.

The prince, who was quite accomplished, floated out of the window, and searched for half an hour to find a container that looked like a human being, and there was no smell of wine on his body and the smell of rancid wine that had not been washed for a long time, although it was not as satisfying as a small container, but it was barely acceptable.

He lifted his head from the limp man's neck, threw him back to the bed, and when he was almost to the window, he turned his head again, and put the limp corpse on the bed in a sleeping position similar to his taste, and when his eyes swept over his face and pouted in disgust, he jumped down from the window, ready to find a small container to wash his eyes.

It seems that in the future, not only will you have to be picky about the smell and vitality, but also about the appearance.

If you look like the person you just did, you should be included in the list of options in the future.

Tsk, containers are getting harder and harder to find in the future.

The prince, who was worried about the problem of food and clothing in the future, returned to the home of the small container, and when he entered through the window, he saw the indecent sleeping position of the small container, and she lay on her side in a ball and curled up on the bed, and her body was covered with a layer of shaggy fur at some point, covering most of her beautiful face, leaving only a smooth forehead.

It's like those werewolves.

He stepped forward in a reckless mood and tore off the fur and threw it on the ground, and then straightened her posture with the limbs of the small container, but his eyes moved to the various shapes around him that came alive because of the presence of the small container.

The alarm clock is round, the bed is rectangular, there is a round arc at the corners, the floor tiles on the ground are square, there are slender and slender furrows in the middle of the connection, and some of the hangers on the other side are parallelograms, and some are triangular......

His gaze circled around and around, and inadvertently turned back to the body of the small container, and what he saw was not the blurred color she had before, with mantis eyebrows, cherry lips and almond eyes, and a round lip bead on the slightly upturned corner of her mouth, playful and cute.

Staring at those beautiful lips, he naturally thought of the smile that shone in the dark alley, and the curvature was like a finely carved landscape, so precious and beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Even though the blood clan has never lacked beauties, he was still amazed by the beauty in front of him at that time.

When will the little container smile again?

While thinking about it, he stood on the edge of the bed, bent down and put his fingers on the beautiful lips of the small container unconsciously, and wanted to pull the corners of her mouth to take a look, but the warm and soft touch he felt on his fingertips made him a little unable to move his hand.

The lips of the container are all like this?

After lingering on it for a while, he withdrew his hand and touched his lips, inexplicably a little disgusted.

It's not soft enough and not warm, and it's comfortable to the touch without a small container.

He thought about it and couldn't help but put his cold fingers on the lips of the small container, but the person who was sleeping in a daze and uncomfortable felt a different temperature, and subconsciously pursed his lower lip, and his keen fingertips immediately fell into a warmer and wetter place.

It's only a short moment.

He raised his fingers to look at the fingertips that still had some touch, and his puzzled eyes turned to the small container sleeping on the bed again.

Then she found that she had changed to the position of lying on her side again, and her whole body was clumped, and she was trembling slightly, and the long crow-like eyelashes under her eyes trembled and trembled, as if she was trapped in some uncomfortable situation, and she vaguely reached out and touched around, trying to find the quilt that had been thrown to the ground.

The Prince's eldest floated unhappily to the side, and after waiting for a long time, before she could repent and return to her "normal" position, he broke her limbs again in disgust, straightened her head tilted to the side, knocked a pit in the pillow, and put it steadily.

When Jing Hao got up, she only felt a little dizzy head, she reached out and touched her forehead, the slight heat aggravated the discomfort of her body, and even her limbs were a little abnormally stiff, and her long-haired quilt was thrown far to the ground, curled up in the corner aggrievedly.

She touched her neck, got out of bed, poured herself a glass of warm water, took a sip and felt that her lips were slightly peeling because of the fever, stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it, and then pursed her lips.

The glass by the window suddenly shook loudly, as if it couldn't withstand some kind of force, and after shaking strangely from side to side for a while, it immediately got rid of its inertia and swaying under her gaze.

Jing Hao retracted his gaze, his gaze lingered on the sofa in the last scene of last night's impression, and then looked back at the strange pit on the pillow in the bedroom, and walked over barefoot to put back the slippers on the side of the sofa.

She went into the kitchen to measure the rice and cook porridge for herself, and was just about to open the refrigerator when she heard the crazy sound of the phone, and as soon as she connected it, she was almost deafened by the sound that came.

There crackled and said without pause, nothing more than that her sketch was about to reach the deadline, and if she postponed the delivery period again this time, she would be scolded by the top again, and she wouldn't mind bringing ten kitchen knives to greet her.

Jing Hao held the phone and rummaged through it, and sure enough, she saw a few comics drawn, and it was obvious that the plot of all the people was about to reach the □□ part of the end, and she thought about the amount of work involved, and said that she would definitely finish drawing the ending before the deadline.

Satisfied, he hung up the phone.

Jing Hao went downstairs and drove out to buy some things to use, stuffed the entire trunk bits and pieces, and moved up and down three times before the things were moved.

And when she packed the fruit into the refrigerator and went downstairs to get other things, the refrigerator door was strangely opened, and several fruits inside were suspended in the air and jumped a few times, and the last fiery red dragon fruit was selected, and it disappeared inexplicably, and the red skin was bitten off, revealing the white flesh inside.

The prince had a mouthful of bitter peel in his mouth, and because of his usual cultivation and demeanor, he did not want to spit out the thing indecently, so he could only close his sense of taste and swallow it with difficulty.

He glanced at the beautiful apples and strawberries in the refrigerator, stopped trying them all in disgust, and put the dragon fruit back, turning the angle just to cover the gap he had bitten off.

While closing the refrigerator, I was still talking about it.

It seems that not all red things are delicious, and the containers are so horrible that even edible things are so difficult to eat.

He floated into the corridor and looked at Jing Hao, who was a little out of breath carrying two big bags, his eyes swept from head to toe, directly ignoring the clothes on her body, and seeing her rather thin body, he sighed helplessly, silently tired for himself.

What a difficult task it is to fatten yourself with these unpalatable foods.

It seems that the fattening plan still depends on him.

The wise and martial prince thought for a while, floated to the belt that Jing Hao threw on, and simply sat down neatly.

Fattening starts with exercise.

Jing Hao only felt that the bag in her hand was heavy, and her already weak hand immediately let go, and the bag she was carrying smashed to the ground with a "click", and the eggs contained in it were broken in an instant, and the yellow and white egg liquid broke into the bag and flowed on the floor from the gap.

Viscous liquid with a slightly fishy smell.

Dog's breakfast.

The prince, who had a keen sense of smell, immediately avoided it in disgust, and floated far to the other side of the drawing-room, hiding under the heavy curtains.

And neatly even turned off his sense of smell.

He floated high and watched the small container carefully clean up the yellow and transparent things, rinsed them with water a few times, took the bag and threw it into the place called the trash can downstairs, and silently wrote down another advantage in his heart.

The little vessel he chose was a good servant who did his duty.