Wang Hao was about to collapse at this time.

Looking at his dream with an innocent face, Wang Hao had no way at all, and the idea of teaching this little girl a lesson just now disappeared, and he could consider himself unlucky.

Tragedy, I was actually kissed by a dream?!

What is this, the age difference between himself and Dream is more than ten years!

It's not that Wang Hao can't accept women younger than him, in fact, don't say that in the new era of precariousness, even in the old era, it is very common for men and women to be together by more than ten years or even dozens of years.

The problem is, Dream is only twelve or thirteen years old, and he is still a child. What have you become? Beasts? Lewd young children?

Damn, this is stronger than that. It's still bad, and it's hard to accept.

What's even more annoying is that I'm still fucking innocent in it, and I swear to [***] that from the first time I saw the dream, until now, I haven't had any thoughts about "that aspect", but after such a fuss, how will I get along with the dream in the future.

If it spreads, I can't wash it by jumping into the Yellow River, the black light is blind, in the wilderness, a young man and a beautiful little girl are together, and the little girl kisses the young man....... who believes it!

Wang Hao glared at Meng murderously, then stood up and observed left and right for a while, if there is someone, he must be fucking killed!

Fortunately, as Wang Hao thought, this is a black light and blind fire, in the wilderness, except for the knife that has been completely dead, there is no third living person.

"Don't do this in the future, do you hear?" Wang Hao put on a vicious look and reprimanded Meng.

Seeing that Wang Hao, who had always protected himself, suddenly turned his face, Meng decisively pouted, and seemed to be ready to cry.

"Okay, okay, don't cry." Wang Hao was a little at a loss this time, what is going on, let's be reasonable, sighed helplessly, and then squatted in front of the dream, and told her as kindly as possible: "Listen, girl, you are a girl, I am a boy... Oh no, I'm a man, this....this girl, can't kiss others casually, especially not casually! ”

Looking at the dream as if he understood or not, Wang Hao felt that he might have said too deeply, and there were many pictures of foreign children kissing on the wall calendar in the old era, which was quite warm to look at, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Mother, I haven't figured out love myself, do I want to discuss love with an eleven or twelve-year-old girl?" Wang Hao feels as if he has fallen into the trap of being a father and a mother now, not only to manage the food and drink of her dreams, but also to be responsible for her growth and emotional problems.

"When I find your parents, I will definitely blackmail them!" Wang Hao thought about it and felt that he didn't have the ability to let the dream understand love, so he told her in the simplest way: "Anyway, you remember, you are not allowed to kiss me again!" ”

Dream seemed to understand this time and nodded.

Without waiting for Wang Hao to praise her, Meng suddenly showed a strange smile.

"Not good!" Wang Hao looked at the smile of the dream, and suddenly a sense of foreboding swelled up.

Sure enough, without waiting for Wang Hao to react, Meng Fei quickly probed and kissed him on the cheek.

"You!" Wang Hao was completely helpless, forget it, there is still a difference between this kind of kiss and kiss, and it seems acceptable.

I dreamed that Wang Hao was not angry this time, and playfully spit out his bright red little tongue.

Bright red tongue... Red... Wrong!

Wang Hao saw the dream's tongue, which was not like words, and suddenly remembered that when she kissed herself just now, she seemed to have spit out something in her mouth, at first she thought it was her mischievous saliva or something, and she didn't care too much, but now when she saw her tongue, she suddenly remembered that before she kissed herself, she was drinking the blood of the knife.

Subconsciously smacked his lips, and sure enough, there was a faint fishy smell in his lips and mouth.

"You vomited his blood to me?" Wang Hao turned his head to look at the corpse of the knife, and asked with a frown.

On the major artery of the knife's neck, there are two pairs of small holes, which are still bleeding a little outward, and his body is still quite full, so it seems that the main cause of death is his own two collapse punches, although the dream bit him, but the blood absorbed is not much.

Dream nodded, then turned around and pointed to the mouth of the knife, reaching out to touch it, but unfortunately it was out of reach because his hand was handcuffed to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao didn't know why, so he walked to the head of the knife and squatted down with his dream, and the dream held his hand with a handkerchief, and opened the corner of the knife's lips with a little disgust.

Two fangs, not too long, leaked out of the corners of the knife's mouth.

"Holy, this guy is a vampire?" Wang Hao's first reaction was to immediately pick up a military thorn on the ground and stab it into the heart of the knife. If the knife was a vampire, that is, a new human, those two punches just now might not be fatal!

The military stab was pulled out and inserted, inserted and pulled out, and after stabbing the knife corpse in the chest more than a dozen times in a row, and even the "chest" was about to be stabbed and disappeared, Wang Hao put down the military stab.

Something is wrong, if this guy was a new human, he would have been discovered in the camp a long time ago. I haven't heard of a new human who can disguise himself as an old human, except for the freak himself.

But the rarity of pure-blooded humans is no less than wanting to find a legendary "dragon" in the old world. If the number of pure-blooded humans had spread to the point that there could be two in a thousand-person camp, the number of new humans would have been extinct long ago, even if it had increased tenfold.

Anyway, Wang Hao has seen Huangfuyun kill people from afar, if there are a hundred, no, even if fifty pure-blooded humans like Huangfuyun shoot together, it is enough to plow the earth, it is simply a mountain and a mountain, a sea and a sea, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

Then I looked carefully at the two fangs at the corners of the knife's mouth, it was obviously newly grown not long ago, and the corners of my mouth hadn't even been exposed, if I hadn't opened it to myself, I wouldn't have known it until now.

Could it be said? A strange thought welled up in Wang Hao's heart.

Wang Hao turned his head and glanced at Meng, could it be that Dream transformed him into a new human before the knife died, and then killed him?

seemed to understand the question in Wang Hao's eyes, and Meng actually nodded affirmatively.

"Holy. Didn't I just drink the blood of a new human? Wang Hao said subconsciously.

Although it was only a small bite, and most of them allowed themselves to vomit out, it was certain that there was still a trace of blood that flowed into the stomach.

At this moment, a strange feeling suddenly surged in Wang Hao's body.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the satisfaction of being full of power after sucking the blood of the mustache last time, but this time it is not strength, agility or anything, but a feeling similar to "familiarity", as if it is very kind to something around you.

"Thorn!" Wang Hao suddenly thought of it, right! It's a military thorn.

I can't say whether it was active or subconscious, Wang Hao slowly pulled out the military thorn from the chest of the knife.

The moment he held the military thorn, Wang Hao had a strong feeling that he could use this military thorn to make any movement, attack from any angle, and even feel that the military thorn was already a part of his body.

As soon as his mind moved, the ghost made a god to learn the movements of the knife before, and skillfully turned the military thorn in his hand, as if he could completely control the size and angle of the force, and even feel the trajectory of the next step of the military spur movement, no matter how it rotated, the military spur could not get out of the palm of his hand.

"First-order auxiliary ability, cold weapon control!" Wang Hao didn't know how he suddenly understood the specific name of this ability.

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