"Well, let's say, your purpose, a lowly blood slave, is it worth your abandonment of these thoughts?" Zhongli's voice was low, with a little bewitchment, his hand was on Shen Meng's neck, Zhongli's complexion was very pale, a pair of eyes were now a little dark red, there was ridicule in his eyes, black broken hair covered the curtains, and now the two cool and thin lips rose slightly with pleasure.

I found a funny toy that I couldn't help killing.

Can...... That's the end of it.

"Hmm......" Shen Meng seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, frowning slightly in her sleep, her face was pale, like a fragile glass doll, which would shatter at any time, but Zhongli looked at Shen Meng with gloomy eyes.

He put his five fingers together and pinched Shen Meng's neck little by little, and his slender neck gave birth to some red marks because of the relationship between the slow tightening of the force.

"Beautiful." Shen Meng's voice was soft and glutinous, probably bewitched by Zhongli's voice, and he slowly spoke.

This word was not expected by Zhongli at all, he showed some astonishment, looking at the person in his arms curled up into a small ball because of the cold, his face was pale and slightly unnaturally red, and in his sleep, his mouth was slightly open to say this sentence.

Pretty?

Shen Meng didn't know that someone was stunned and puzzled by this answer, and now he continued to speak in a vague voice.

"I think it must be pretty." Shen Meng spoke.

Zhongli listened to Shen Meng's words, and suddenly remembered that before, Shen Meng met him for the first time, and when he touched his hand, his voice was soft.

Said he must be good-looking.

There was regret in his tone, as if he wanted to see him with his own eyes.

Zhongli looked at Shen Meng with a dark gaze, with a little bit of uncertainty, he let go of his hand, slowly tucked the quilt, covered Shen Meng, and the corners of his lips rose.

He suddenly had a different mood, and suddenly wanted to see what this girl named Isabhibe could bring him.

In the language of vampires.

The name Isa Hibe means hope.

Zhongli hugged the person in his arms like a giant toy and a guarantee.

"Don't let me down, Isa Hibe." The bell leaves the mouth.

No matter what the purpose of approaching him, just don't let him down.

Just let him accompany her and play this little game, it just so happens that now he also needs someone to protect him, and he has not yet completed his recovery.

In the daytime, he is very weak......

As the night drew to a close, Zhongli slowly got up from his bed and glanced at the torn wound on his arm, which was now almost healing.

Zhongli glanced at Shen Meng, then stood on the window, jumped forward, and returned to his own place.

Zhongli stood in place, and at this moment, the whole person suddenly shrunk in a circle, became much shorter, and his face was much more immature, he looked around in ignorance, frowning, as if he didn't know how he appeared here.

Zhongli circled his head, with a thick doubt in his eyes, he always felt that his memory always seemed to be missing some parts, he remembered that during the day, he met a very good lady who helped him, and then what?

He looked down at the wound in his hand and remembered.

The hand slowly passed over his arm, and Zhongli bit his lip, as if recalling the touch of Shen Meng's fingers slowly slicing the ointment on it.