It seems that in the next few days, I can still hide, so I try to avoid him.

What's more, it's on someone else's turf, so you have to be more careful.

How could Olivier know that because of his actions, in Jiang Pengpeng's heart, he had already identified him as a vampire in estrus~.

For example, during the meal, Jiang Pengpeng cautiously went over, sitting in the farthest place from Olivier, as long as Olivier looked at her with a little eyes, she would be like a frightened deer.

This made everyone think that something must have happened between Jiang Pengpeng and Olivier.

Of course, something did happen.

On this day, Jiang Pengpeng suddenly came in with some firewood from outside and piled it up in the yard.

Olivier happened to bump into him while walking, and he thought that Jiang Pengpeng was planning to burn down the castle.

immediately rushed up and scattered the firewood that Jiang Pengpeng had piled up with great difficulty.

"What do you do?"

The Bloodline is afraid of fire, and this is also one.

Jiang Pengpeng glanced back at Olivier, and then looked back at the firewood that he had messed up with.

I have just set it up, and half a day's work has been in vain.

The tip of Jiang Pengpeng's nose was sour, and one of them cried.

Olivier has found out that a woman has been crying at every turn lately.

When Jiang Peng was crying, Olivier also began to feel a little uncomfortable, as if tears were about to flow out of his eyes again.

"Olivier, you big villain, it's just that you haven't eaten baked potatoes from your hometown for a long time, so you want to make it yourself,

I can't even eat enough here, and the blood has to be drunk by you, so what's wrong with me wanting to eat something myself? What exactly am I doing wrong? To endure such torture?

I don't want to live anymore! It's not easy to die in vain, lest you pesky vampires be watched all day long! ”

She cried as she pulled up her cuffs, revealing her white skin.

Straight into Olivier's mouth.

"Come on, you bite me to death now, drink my blood dry, let me live, and let me die!"

Olivier only realized at this time that Jiang Pengpeng didn't want to burn down the castle here.

In fact, just her firewood, how could she burn down the castle?

Olivier was just a spur of the moment.

Originally, he wanted to apologize to Jiang Pengpeng, but Olivier quickly dispelled this idea.

This is the little mouse they caught for their own sucking, why should they apologize to her?

But if he doesn't apologize, Jiang Pengpeng can't stop crying, and when Jiang Pengpeng cries, his heart will also be uncomfortable.

It's heart-wrenching!

"Okay, okay, don't cry, can't I help you fight again?"

After all, Olivier quietly cast a spell, and the firewood in front of him was not only built, but also lit.

When he saw the fire coming out, Jiang Pengpeng immediately stopped crying.

Still happily squatted down and put his potatoes on them.

I forgot all of a sudden, and I cried because of something.

Not long after, Jiang Pengpeng had already taken a big bite of his baked potatoes.

"Is it that delicious? This filthy thing! ”

Olivier looked at the black potatoes in Jiang Pengpeng's hand with disgust.

frowned tightly.

I even wondered how human beings could like this kind of black thing.

"You haven't eaten it, how do you know how delicious this thing is?"

Jiang Pengpeng gave Olivier a look arrogantly.

Then, she picked up a piece and placed it in front of Olivier.

"Would you like to try it? It's delicious, and you're guaranteed to fall in love with it once you eat it. ”

Olivier looked at Jiang Pengpeng suspiciously, but the piece of potato in her hand had been cleaned by Jiang Pengpeng, and it was not a black thing.

Just as Olivier was about to eat, Olivito and Marguerite suddenly came from a distance.

Marguerite ran over to stop Olivier.

And in a reproachful tone, he asked in front of Jiang Pengpeng: "Are you crazy?" I don't know if the Bloodline can't eat this? ”

Jiang Pengpeng's whole person was still in a daze.

But what right does Margaret have to say these things to her?

Does she really think of herself as Jiang Pengpeng here?

Oliveto was also very dissatisfied, looking at Jiang Pengpeng, "Want to kill him?" ”

Jiang Pengpeng was even more aggrieved at this time, "How did I know that you can't eat human food?" ”

She really doesn't know.

Olivier suddenly put the potato in his mouth and chewed it.

"What's this?"

Olivier didn't eat any of these foods either, because everything was like chewing wax and didn't taste anything.

But seeing Jiang Pengpeng so aggrieved, he didn't know why, so he suddenly did it.

The next second, Olivier suddenly disappeared in place holding his stomach.

Jiang Pengpeng's eyes looked at him in surprise, and he began to feel a little guilty in his heart.

"See? Why do you always do things out of tune as a woman? ”

Oliveto reprimanded Jiang Pengpeng.

Jiang Pengpeng originally wanted to go back, but he had already asked him not to eat it just now, he still wanted to eat, how could he blame himself?

The exit became, "That's right, I did it on purpose, I just want to poison all your bloods so that I can be saved." ”

Jiang Pengpeng's words completely angered Oliveto!

"You're challenging my bottom line!"

"You have the ability to kill me."

Jiang Pengpeng looked like he was open-minded, didn't care about anything, and looked at Oliveto stubbornly, without the slightest fear or retreat.

Just as Olivito was about to make his move, Olivier returned.

"Okay, okay, what's the deal."

Olivier actually helped Jiang Pengpeng speak, which made Margaret feel incredible.

Olivier's behavior has been a bit weird lately, as if everything is revolving around Jiang Pengpeng.

Margaret began to feel that things were out of her control.

"You'd better stay away from this woman in the future."

Olivito said this suddenly.

It gave everyone the feeling that he seemed to know something.

"Don't worry, when I'm close to her, it's only when I need food."

Olivier also replied lightly.

Jiang Pengpeng is too lazy to bother with them, anyway, she has long been used to this kind of thing.

As other people's food, there is no qualification to resist, and it cannot resist.

However, in recent times, Jiang Pengpeng has often done things in the castle.

Except for the last time she baked potatoes, she wasn't going to be so quiet.

Margaret's schedule, which had followed Olivito and Olivier, had become an evening event.