In the end, Zheng Qing was the only one who went to the flight attendant's lounge to consult. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Meng needs to take care of three pets plus an injured and shivering elf, and she is in a hurry. For this reason, she also dragged the little monk Shiyuan next to her to help.

Xiao Xiao quickly flipped through his big black notebook, his brows furrowed.

So Zheng Qing shrugged his shoulders and decided to go alone.

The flight attendant's lounge is at the entrance of the cafeteria, and the door is ajar. Through the glass window, a flight attendant can be seen wearing his own uniform and lying on a table.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, and finally pushed open the door and said hello: "Hello, excuse me." ”

The flight attendant lay on his stomach, did not move, and seemed to whisper something.

Zheng Qing took a few steps forward, and a faint fragrance like the tip of the elf's wings wafted into his nostrils.

"Hello!" he spoke again.

The flight attendant was still lying on her stomach, but at this time, Zheng Qing could clearly see her shoulders trembling.

"Hello, do you need any help?" he asked again, with some concern. A strange emotion permeated my mind - because this sentence was supposed to be said to the flight attendant to himself.

"Hungry. The flight attendant lay on his arm and whimpered.

"Hungry?" Zheng Qing raised his head, turned his head and glanced at the cafeteria outside the door, a little inexplicable: "There is a lot of food outside, what do you want to eat?"

"Can you eat as much as you want?" the flight attendant stopped shuddering and slowly raised his head. Her jet-black hair hung messily on her face, lining her fair skin, which was unusually dazzling.

But even more dazzling were her eyes.

A pair of scarlet, glittering madly shiny, beautiful eyes.

Not long ago, Zheng Qing had seen these eyes on the face of a hideous pig demon. When things were different, these eyes appeared on a flight attendant with a gorgeous appearance and a good figure, which made Zheng Qing trance, almost thinking that he was dreaming.

Out of the corner of his eye, he felt a green glow.

He stiffened his neck and looked into the corner deep in the room.

The group of vanished elves were neatly gathered in a circle, and their bodies were filled with a dull green glow.

In the circle, there was a female corpse sitting in the corner.

The female corpse's hair hung low, and her face could not be seen clearly. Her heart was torn open, revealing an empty chest. Gurgling blood flowed from the wound, staining the floor around her bright red.

The elves struggled to scoop up the dried blood on the ground and feed it into the grayish, slightly open lips of the female corpse. Blood slid down the esophagus into the empty chest cavity and then down the horrible wound in the chest.

She is the owner of the elves.

And now, their owner is dead.

They're dying, too.

They don't want to die.

I don't know why, Zheng Qing can strongly feel the despair of these little guys and their refusal to give up.

The flight attendant stood up.

She slowly walked to Zheng Qing's side, lowered her head, and leaned into his neck, her nose fluttering rapidly.

"It smells so good. She muttered, her voice soft and sweet, and her tone mixed with some chagrin: "Why are you so fragrant?"

It's like a girl in love complaining to her boyfriend.

Zheng Qing was creepy.

For the first time, he knew what it was like to have the hairs on his body explode.

Sweat swells out of the pores, taking away the body's heat.

The chill started in the neck, spread to the back, and spread quickly throughout the body.

"Are you a demon?" he asked, with a dry tongue and a hoarse pitched voice.

"It's like a fake. The banshee looked at him with a smile, stretched out her little pink tongue, and licked her bright red lips: "Excuse me, can I eat you?"

In Zheng Qing's frightened eyes, the banshee smiled gracefully.

The banshee is none other than Nikita, who has infiltrated the plane of the First University.

As part of the Misty Ship's plan to grow up, she needs to sneak into the first university.

But she didn't expect herself to be exposed so soon.

According to the captain's agreement with her, only after successfully infiltrating the First University, waiting for the opportunity to make some big moves, and attracting the attention of the school's top management, can she successfully retire and be officially listed in the Misty ship's flag.

Now that the identity of the demon has been discovered in advance, not to mention becoming the official crew member of the mist, it is impossible to say whether it will be torn apart by the angry captain.

"But it really smells good. Nikita took a deep breath, the enticing aroma filling her chest, every cell manic.

The last time I felt this kind of hunger and thirst was in the Sahara, when I met Mr. Ulrich.

At that time, she had not eaten blood for half a year.

The spicy beetle is supremely delicious in her mouth.

And now, she was very sure that she was not hungry, but because the smell of this boy was too tempting.

This strange smell evokes memories buried deep in her blood. Originally, she was just hiding quietly in the lounge, but in the end she couldn't help but attack the flight attendant on duty.

The banshee pulled open the drawer of the table beside her.

It was empty, except for a round extravagant white porcelain plate with a dark red heart in it.

The heart seemed to be alive, and occasionally twitched, squeezing out a few sticky drops of blood, adding a little color to the boring porcelain plate.

The banshee reached out and grabbed the heart.

The elves sitting in a circle not far away suddenly rose up, screaming angrily, and rushed towards the heart.

"Xixi!!"

The banshee waved her arms in boredom and slapped a rushing elf to the ground.

It's like swatting a mosquito to death.

The elves wailed and carried their companions back to the corner woman's corpse.

They no longer rushed forward recklessly, but looked at the heart in the banshee's hand from afar.

The banshee took out the spice bottle from Kun's bag and sprinkled the tip of her heart with a sparkling spice.

"Some demons like to start eating from the aorta, and they think that the muscles there are the most chewy. The banshee looked at Zheng Qing with a smile and patiently explained: "But I always like to eat from the tip of my heart." Because there is a cavity of hot blood in the tip of the heart, when you take a bite, the hot plasma rolls in the mouth, with the smooth taste of the tip of the heart, it is really a great enjoyment. ”

As she spoke, she bit on the tip of her heart with an intoxicated expression.

"Xixi!!!" The sharp cries of the elves completely woke Zheng Qing up.

He took a clumsy step back.

The banshee didn't stop him.

Zheng Qing's heart was beating wildly, his arms were stiff, his fingers were a little spasmodic because of the excessive force, and he couldn't even open the gray cloth bag he was holding.

The banshee in front of him didn't hurt him and didn't give him the slightest comfort. The dark red heart in the banshee's hand, and the wisp of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, proclaimed her future to him.

Zheng Qing staggered and retreated into the restaurant.

The banshee in the lounge threw the bitten heart to the ground.

The heart rolled twice, and was held by several elves who pounced on it, carried back to the corner, and stuffed into the chest of the female corpse.

The banshee pulled out a white silk scarf, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, followed Zheng Qing's retreating steps, and walked out of the lounge with elegant cat steps.

"Da, da, da. "The heel hits the floor with a crisp sound.

"Smack!" Zheng Qing knocked down a dining table when he retreated in a panic, and the cutlery on it smashed on the orange floor.

The originally noisy restaurant was much quieter for a while.

Everyone's curious eyes focused on Zheng Qing.

Then people saw the flight attendants slowly walking out of the lounge.

I saw those scarlet eyes.

The air seemed to freeze.

"Demons!!"

I don't know who shouted this word.

A terrifying aura erupted from the banshee's body as the word spread throughout the restaurant.

The plane shook violently.

The restaurant was in chaos in an instant.