The blood-colored mouse's red eyes were a little surprised, and it was obvious that even in its cognition, it had never seen a human being like this. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The blood is drained, and it fills up again in an instant, and it can continue to suck again, but fortunately, this is not only not a bad thing for it, but a good thing for it.

Therefore, it will take the trouble to smoke again and again.

Mo Fanke felt so good inside, his body was now like a container, constantly infused with blood, and then constantly sucked away blood.

The unspeakable pain continued, but he couldn't stop shouting, once he stopped, he would inevitably end up with a miserable corpse.

If it weren't for the fact that his body was far stronger than ordinary people, he would have died tragically on the spot, where could he still go in and out like this.

Since this blood-colored rat didn't directly kill his own thoughts, Mo Fan simply didn't bother to care, let this guy suck enough, anyway, for now, he couldn't die for the time being until the bloody queen was drained.

He tried to get out of the current pit again, but this place was obviously completely sealed, and with his strength, he couldn't break through the invisible layer of glass, and it was impossible to escape for a while.

Mo Fan walked a few steps at random now, and his body would dry up and bulge several times, except for the strange pain, there was nothing else.

He came to the black mirror that he had left on the ground, slowly picked it up, and tried to check the attributes, but unfortunately there was nothing, and I don't know if it was really no attributes or if his ability was not enough to see the attributes.

Mo Fan carefully looked at the black mirror, but unfortunately he didn't find anything abnormal, and tried to smash it with all his strength a few times, and found that the thing was unscathed.

The blood-colored rat didn't seem to care about the black mirror, and he didn't bother to take a look, concentrating on sucking Mo Fan's blood bag that could automatically replenish blood indefinitely.

Although the amount is small, this seemingly endless feeling makes it very satisfying and refreshing.

Mo Fan didn't bother to care about this thing at this time, to be precise, he couldn't care about it at all, and now in this situation, it seems that he may die at any time, but in fact, he can't die for a while.

Anyway, if he finds a way to attack this blood-colored rat, he may annoy this thing somehow, and when the time comes, others will kill him directly without sucking blood, then he will really die of grievances.

It is better to die than to live, since he can't die for a while, Mo Fan naturally needs to quickly find a way to save himself, but he really can't find the strangeness of this black mirror, he can't even guess the use of this black mirror, and the situation is at an impasse for a while.

After thinking about it for a long time, Mo Fan still couldn't find a solution, looking at the blood-colored mouse on his arm, he thought about whether to try to collect this thing as a sword slave.

But as soon as the idea arose, he immediately gave up, with the strength shown by this thing, even if he had a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, it was estimated that he would not be able to accept it, let alone his lifespan of hundreds of years.

After thinking about it, Mo Fan felt that he still had to start with the black mirror in his hand, and as soon as he took out the black mirror, the blood-colored mouse immediately ran out, and there must be a considerable connection between the two.

Suddenly, his brow moved, and he came to the central slab. At this time, there is a square groove on the stone slab, which is where the black mirror has just been inlaid.

Will it have an effect if you put the black mirror back?

Mo Fan didn't know the answer, but as far as the current situation was concerned, he had no other way and had to try a wave.

He slowly embedded the black mirror into the stone slab again, and waited for a moment, but nothing happened, and he rotated the black mirror several times in succession, to no avail.

From this point of view, it was purely that he was thinking too much, and the current situation was turning from a stalemate to a desperate situation little by little, and the moment the bloody queen in the sword seal was sucked dry, it was his death.

Sitting in place, Mo Fan looked at this black mirror quietly, he really couldn't find the effect of this thing, even the legendary blood confession had tried, but Mao didn't use it.

Unable to find a way for a long time, getting closer and closer to death, Mo Fan couldn't help but feel irritable in his heart, he simply didn't bother to care so much, and slapped the blood-colored mouse attached to his arm a few times with the black mirror in his hand.

Unfortunately, there was no mutual restraint effect, and the Scarlet Rat didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he couldn't help but intensify his efforts and launch a series of attacks on this thing.

It's a pity that the physique of this blood-colored rat has reached an unimaginable level, and Mo Fan's series of attacks can't cause any damage to this thing at all, but his arm is even more seriously injured.

His attack was tickling the blood-colored mouse, and the thing didn't bother to pay attention to him, still sucking his blood.

At this moment, Mo Fan really didn't have any choice, he lay down with his head up, he really wanted to eat this mouse alive now.

Fortunately, the Scarlet Rat was still very satisfied with his constant supply of blood, so no matter what kind of attack he launched, the thing showed no signs of anger.

Of course, it is also possible that he is too lazy to pay attention to him, and he can't cause any harm anyway, so he is left to his skin. There is a big translation of the meaning of "you skin let you skin, I treat you as a melon skin".

After a long time, Mo Fan still couldn't find any way, the current situation was like a dead end, there was no way to crack it at all, no matter how he wanted to break his head, it was useless.

"How much longer?" Mo Fan asked naturally the Blood Queen inside the sword seal.

"Less than twenty minutes." The Blood Queen replied obediently, a hint of weakness in her voice. If it weren't for the last time she absorbed a whole lake of blood from the old demon of Montenegro, with her strength, she would have been unable to support it a long time ago.

"It's been longer than I thought." Mo Fan nodded, and there was not much fluctuation in his tone.

Death is not terrible for him, but it does not mean that he wants to die, in fact, he does not want to die more than many people, so he racks his brains to think of a way to survive.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, there is no solution to the mortal situation, even if he digs out his brain, it is impossible to find a way to break the situation.

Simply, Mo Fan didn't bother to think about it anymore, and lay quietly on the ground waiting for death.

But seeing the blood-colored mouse on his arm sucking his own blood so well, his fingers slowly brushed the other party's small body, and he always felt extremely uncomfortable.

With his character of retribution, the other party doesn't know how much blood he has sucked, and no matter what price he pays, he has to bite back. Don't want to be able to hurt the other party, as long as the other party feels pain, then at least let him die happily.

It's a pity that the current Mo Fan doesn't even seem to have the qualifications to make the other party feel pain, which is really ironic.