"......Different? Also. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Bullso immediately touched the wound on the back of his neck and tried to turn his head to take a look. However, after several attempts, he was annoyed to realize that he couldn't see the back of his neck at all.

"Are you mentally retarded?" Carol looked at him with disdain, "how can a man see the back of his neck." ”

"Damn! didn't you let me see it?" said Bulso, who was furious.

"The slave family just asked you to compare the difference between the two wounds. Carroll was not convinced, and still laughed at him: "Hahahahahaha!

"I'm so proud of you, but how do I see the back of my neck?" exclaimed.

"......" didn't seem to think about this question, and Carol, who had originally expressed disdain for him, now held his chin and began to think about it seriously. After a while, her expression became more and more distressed, and finally she let out a mournful whimper in confusion.

"You see, we're both mentally retarded. Schadenfreude taunted his master, and Bulso crouched down contentedly and began to stare at the wound on the back of Bernie's neck: "But this is strange, who could have bitten it?"

Involuntarily thinking of Vicol's puppy Frost Wind, Bulso shook his head: No, the dog's teeth are not so sharp.

...... Still a little suspicious of his master, Bulso secretly turned his gaze again and stared at his master: is it really not this guy? Carol seems to be normal to bite people while he is asleep.

"Come, open your mouth. Grabbing a small rice cake, Bulso shook it in front of Carol, who was meditating: "Say 'ah'......"

Carroll's attention was immediately drawn. However, she quickly "snorted" and took a bite off, and directly bit Bolso's two fingers together with the rice cake in her mouth. Bloodclan's razor-sharp teeth immediately slice open Bulso's fingers, causing him to scream in pain.

"Damn! you're going to bite my finger off?!" Bulso trembled in pain as he clutched his bloodied fingers without tears. Nacarol, on the other hand, ate the rice cake with relish, then crouched down and began to lick Bulso's fingers.

At first, it was understandable that the bleeding would stop, but then she began to wrap it up excitedly, sucking up the blood that would not otherwise flow.

"You're enough, get out! I've been sucked anemic by you lately, and I can't keep up with your nutrition!" Purso, a little pale, sweated profusely, and dragged Carol away. However, having been aroused by the blood, Carol turned to Bulso's back and bit his neck.

"Hey, why don't you go and suck Aya's blood!" Feeling the itching and swelling of his veins, Bulso hurriedly yelled at her, "Why are you still coming to me, bastard!"

"The slave doesn't care! I'm hungry now, I don't suck anyone. Carol took the lead and gulped: "You are honest and don't move, you have to listen to the master, otherwise I won't give you pocket money this month!!"

"Fart, when did you give me money to spend?! It wasn't your father who gave me money! Moreover, Lao Tzu grew up in your family's castle and served you every day, and your monthly salary is enough to buy a bag of tea! You are so embarrassed to squeeze me like this?! That housekeeper's salary is enough to buy two carriages a month!" Bulso suddenly shouted dissatisfiedly: "Now it is clear that the money is earned by the two of us!"

"It doesn't matter, what's mine is mine anyway, and yours is mine. Carol sucked in and laughed.

Hell, I can't argue with him...... Boursoth was speechless.

Why did I have such a host...... I really didn't have the energy to drop Carol off my back again, and Bulso was sucked out physically and mentally, and began to mourn: I've had a miserable life in my life, I've been entangled in such a thing, and I don't even have a girlfriend.

It stands to reason that there is nothing wrong with treating her directly as a girlfriend. But when I think about it, Bolso feels tired: I really don't want to turn over for the rest of my life when I marry such a wife and go home.

It is estimated that he will be summoned to death. She has a lot to do, but she's also very coaxing. To a certain extent, it's not hard to get the hang of it.

Carol was annoyed, really annoyed. However, this annoyance made Bulso feel very inseparable. His attitude towards this sentiment is a little subtle: he did take a lot of risks for Carroll's sake. Even being a demon hunter is so that she can live a safer life. However......

He didn't know if he was bothered with her. It's funny, but that's it.

I'm a demon hunter! How can a demon hunter be delayed from work by a small problem?! Thinking of this, Bulso suddenly perked up, full of inexplicable confidence: yes, life is like a biscuit, sooner or later it will turn tide. Therefore, you must find a career you love as soon as possible. (This person has a bit of a mental problem and his logic has been dead for a long time, so let's just take a look)

"Carol, you're here to help, don't be idle. Pulling her from behind as she bit her neck, Bulso threw her on the couch, and a terrifying twisting sound came from Carol's neck: "You press your hand against the wound on his neck to channel the mana, and after you have successfully shaped, you will put down a mark that is the same as the previous Eater of Souls." ”

"Why should I help him?" Carroll looked afraid of trouble, and Carroll was lazy.

"Because I can make you cookies in the evening. Bourso replied lazily.

"Cookie ......" swallowed, and Carol let out a stupid laugh: "Yes, then I have to help him!"

That's right! Bulso beamed with pride: my plan was truly impeccable.

Fooled by the ease, Carroll began to do so. However, before she started, she still asked puzzledly, "Why do you want to do this? I also put a spell mark, what can I change?"

"It can make him die sooner. Die under your spell, and your soul will not be wasted by the enemy. Bulso replied solemnly: "Fertilizer and water do not flow into the fields of outsiders." It's better for us to control such terrible magic. ”

"Makes sense. Carol immediately nodded in agreement and began to feel the structure of the sigil. Then, she bit down and made the same mark on the right side of her neck.

"Alright, let's trigger. Seeing that the release had been completed, Bulso yawned and said lazily.

"But he's going to die like this, right?" Carol hesitated slightly, "Isn't it not a good effect?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay. Shaking his head, Bulso said that there was nothing wrong with it: "If something happens, you carry it anyway, and it has nothing to do with me." Don't worry. ”