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Feeling the woman's small, limp arm wrapped around his own, Zitu frowned and withdrew his hand from her arm.

But before she had taken two steps, Luo Jia leaned over to him again, and this time, she grabbed his palm directly, no longer feeling her touch through her clothes.

Her palm, so small, so soft, like a ...... As fragile as a baby, it seemed like he would crush her if he pushed her harder.

Zitu frowned and turned his face, and met his gaze with a little flattering gaze from the little girl, "Purple Pupil asked you to protect me, you can't break your word!" ”

The little girl's eyes are very beautiful green, devastated like jewels, such a clear gaze, even people made of steel can't help but feel compassion.

What's more, the hearts of the disciples are not steel.

He was just a little dumbfounded, but he was by no means cold-blooded.

The fingers that had been half removed from the little girl's fingers still stopped there.

Seeing that he didn't shake her off again, Luo Jia hurriedly grabbed his palm and followed him out of the door.

Outside the hall, the elite blood clans in the manor were all ready to go.

Seeing Luo Jia walking out of the disciple's side, everyone's eyes immediately moved to her.

There is an elder blood from Beichen in the disciple's body, and that kind of bloodline is enough to make these low-level blood clans afraid, but Luo Jia is different.

Her body is full of fresh young blood, delicate skin, and soft blood vessels...... Such food is undoubtedly their favorite, and unlike the higher bloods, these lower bloods are more primitive and straightforward.

One by one, they all bared their fangs, and their eyes looked at Luo Jia with greed, and Luo Jia nervously shrank behind his disciples.

Beichen naturally didn't have Luo Jia in his eyes, he just glanced at everyone calmly, and then walked towards the helicopter.

The disciple followed, and the little girl Luo Jia trembled and hugged his palm, trotting to follow him.

A low-level clan standing next to the helicopter finally couldn't help but reach out and grab her arm as she approached.

"Ahh

Luo Jia screamed.

Burst!

Before he could grab her, a cold light flashed, and the guy's arm snapped off and fell to the ground with a deep thud.

Zitu flew up and kicked the blood clan who had lost an arm away, hugged the little girl into his arms with his left arm, and held the blood-dripping knife in his right arm, his gaze slowly swept over those who were eyeing Luo Jia.

"She is mine, and no one is allowed to touch her. Hear no! ”

The last four words are domineering and majestic.

Sensing the fierce killing intent released from his body, these guys all took a step back timidly.

Luo Jia glanced at the bloody arm on the ground, grabbed his shirt nervously, and didn't dare to open his eyes.

This is the first time she has encountered such a bloody scene, and it is too exciting.

Zitu turned his face and looked at the little girl in his arms who was holding the green plant in one hand and his shirt in the other, and frowned irritably.

What a hassle for women!

His gaze swept over her slender white fingers on his gray shirt, and with a little force, he held her to the ground with only one hand, and retracted the knife into its sheath with his backhand, and he strode her to the helicopter with her.

He stepped into the helicopter, and the Lower Bloods then walked up to the helicopter.

Bringing Luo Jia to the independence cabin in front, Zitu put her on the ground, looked at her fingers still clutching her shirt, frowned and said, "You can let go." ”

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