"What?" Chen Liu, who was sitting on a chair watching the play, was so excited that he broke the rope that bound him, "Uncle gave him the Vermilion Bird blood?

Qingshucheng only felt that his arms were about to be torn off by Wufang, "Chen Liu, don't come to help! This little prince really can't die now!"

Chen Liu thought about it and felt that this thing was too weird, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think that his uncle looked like he would find someone from the Southern Wilderness to be his heir!

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The little prince, who was tied up like a silkworm baby, was dissatisfied, he pouted his buttocks, rubbed back one arch after another, and complained: "Beauty, I have been so badly hurt by you, and I haven't held a grudge! You still want to kill me! Do you have a conscience!"

Nangong Wufang saw that he couldn't kill this guy today, and snorted coldly in his heart, as long as you are in the military camp for a day, I can't find a chance to kill you?

He turned his head and rushed to Qingshucheng behind him and asked, "Uncle Qing, what the hell is going on with him?

Qing Shucheng held Wufang's arm and didn't dare to let go, so he shook his head behind him, "It's not a theft, it's an accident." Not long after you became an adult, the essence and blood had not yet completely returned to your heart, and you were bitten by him again......"

Nangong Wufang sneered slightly: "Could it be that if he drinks my blood, he will be able to inherit the blood of the Vermilion Bird? If it is really so easy, what kind of strength has the Chi family been reserved all these years! Directly rushed up and ate me and my grandfather, and soon we can replace it?"

"You guessed right!" Qingshucheng nodded helplessly, "You know that the people of the Southern Wilderness drink Maoru's blood, and there is a reason for it. They have their own secret methods that draw spiritual power from their blood. There are a few talented people in the Southern Wilderness, and they can also obtain some of the abilities of the blood master. ”

Nangong Wufang was stunned for a moment, of course he knew this, this was not a secret in Beidou, it was knowledge that every young child of the Suzaku clan must master.

In terms of talent or not, just look at this guy's combat effectiveness, which is enough to be called outstanding.

"That can't be called 'having my bloodline'! At best, he stole some of my abilities!" Nangong Wufang said angrily.

Qing Shucheng smiled bitterly: "That's why it's called an accident! When he bit you back then, he hadn't transformed yet, and he wasn't even a cub." His father is also a fool, and he doesn't know that his youngest son has drunk your blood, and he can't help him digest it. ”

As he spoke, Qingshucheng sighed sympathetically, "If you want to say that he really has a bad fate, his mother is an ordinary maid with little power, and she has no ability to find someone to see for him." Do you think, how can he stand it when he drinks your blood at such a young age? I heard that the cool guy of the King of Hanshan thought at first that he was infected with a vicious disease and could not be recuperated, and he said that he would 'remember to bury him when he dies'!"

The little prince listened to Qingshucheng's narration, pouted his butt silently, turned over, turned his back to Nangong Wufang, and his body twitched from time to time, obviously sad.

When he heard that Abba's camp was in turmoil, he wanted to earn some favor for Eminem, so he relied on his petite body and secretly got in. He swore that in the chaos at that time, he really rushed in with his eyes closed and bit people......!

As a result, he did not know what he swallowed blood, which made him hot all over, and the boiling blood in his body was about to cook him! He rolled in ice water for three years before he finally came to life, and in the meantime, his father had only visited him once.

But the nightmare didn't end, although three years later, he had succeeded in taking shape, earlier than all his older siblings. I don't know why, but he has always been thin and small, and he is always laughed at by his strong brothers and sisters. Although Abba didn't hate him, she didn't like him much.

Actually, he is not short, just thin, just thin, not thin. It wasn't until Abba invited him the master of the tribe that his talent was gradually revealed.

It wasn't until later, when he led his troops to the battlefield and fought with the Vermilion Bird Army, that he learned from the Suzaku Immortal Soldiers, who were suspicious at the time, that he had a natural coercion from the race.

It took him a lot of effort to deduce that he should have drunk the blood of the young master of Suzaku back then, and he was affected by it to grow so thin......

Qingshucheng roughly told him what he had inquired about, "Actually, I saw him once on the battlefield from afar, and when I wanted to confirm with him later, he didn't bring troops." So, I'm not sure if he's a Suzaku after all. ”

Nangong Wufang knew that this guy was so unlucky, and he was immediately angry. He broke free from the hands of the two, stretched out his foot and gently kicked the little prince in the back, and sneered: "You deserve it! Let you bite me! If you really inherit my blood, it will be my son!

"Uncle Qing, strip me of this rebel and tie him up again! Find the strongest man in the camp to strip him naked!"

The little prince's back stiffened, he pouted his buttocks, turned over, and scolded angrily: "Who is your son? I don't have any fire spirit root! How can it be a red bird! Stripped naked! Everyone is a man, I'm afraid you won't make it!"

"That's just right!" Nangong Wufang clapped his hands, "I still have a little guilt, thinking that you will be left alone and suffer so much, I can't bear it! Now it's good, you have nothing to do with me! Uncle Qing! Remember to find a big man to strip him and tie him up! I also remember to tie him up!"

Qingshucheng followed Nangong Wufang's fingers, looked at an indescribable part of the little prince's crotch, and hesitated: "Do you really want to tie it there?"

"Bundle!" Nangong Wufang waved his hand and cut the railway.

The little prince looked down with difficulty and looked at the place where Nangong was pointing, and his face turned blue with a brush!

"You are so ruthless! I don't have an heir! You want me to cut off my children and grandchildren! What kind of grudge do I have with you! It is my father who has offended you! It is not me!" he struggled loudly.

Nangong Wufang smiled flamboyantly, but his tone was a little gloomy, "You forgot, just now, you still called me a beauty! A little further, who wants to marry me back to eat and drink spicy?"

Qingshucheng glanced at the little prince sympathetically, this time he couldn't save him. "Come on, carry it down...... Well, strip it naked, tie ......it up," he waved his hand, beckoning the immortal soldiers guarding outside to carry away the little prince who kept shouting.

The immortal soldiers who came in to carry people were a little "ignorant", and said stupidly: "Captain, our craftsmanship was trained by you personally, isn't it quite strong?"

Before Qingshucheng could speak, Nangong Wufang threw out a piece of paper, "Strip it off first, and then tie it up according to this posture!"