chapter 19 Licking with relish...

As if sorting out his rationality, he stood still for just a second, the general pulled up his small collar, and slowly raised his head...

"Master Fanzhuo...you shouldn't have been so careless with such a dangerous thing..." The voice was hoarse, and Brucher held his small hands tighter, and the extended nails were almost Grabbing her isolation suit, "Is it showing off to let its blood scatter in the air like this?"

Fanzhuo chuckled: "Just saying such a thing proves that you are actually envious to death?"

Bruch did not refute, "The House of Elders needs a strong person to clearly occupy this human being, so as not to cause any contention and riots." Looking up at the prince, the general's voice was cold, "You said this at the beginning. Now It seems that a willful and reckless prince is not suitable for this role. I don't think the House of Elders would mind changing the owner."

His Excellency the Prince raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's rare that you have figured it out and come to fight. Unfortunately, I don't think a mere accident is enough to shake the decision of the Elder's House. Dear Bruch, I suggest you spend more time in the Political Affairs Hall." After a hundred years, find out the bottom line of the elders' house before making a move. But, hehe... I just don't know if it will still be alive after hundreds of years, I heard that the lifespan of human beings is very short."

The general stared at the other party, silently clenched his hands.

"That..."Seraphina interjected with cold sweat all over his face, "Excuse me, can you guys wait a while before arguing? My hand seems to be broken."

General: "..."

Prince: "..."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the hand of a certain general who had repeatedly "secretly clenched". The Seraphina comrade's thin wrist, so thin that his bones were exposed, was making a sad clicking sound in someone's big hand...

Lanka: "Hey, general, the power of the blood race is simply unbearable for human beings, please handle it with care."

Bruch let go of his claws in surprise, only to see bruises and bruises on his Seraphina and fat wrists, and the wrist bones twisted in a strange shape...

Fanzhuo: "Hehe... Now it seems that the fighters who don't know the severity seem to be less worthy of entrustment than the willful men."

The general frowned irritably and turned his head, but he bumped into the victim's eyes of accusation with tears in his eyes and the cold sweat dripping from his pale face! Turning his face away uncomfortably, Bruch muttered in a low voice: "You...cough, why are you crying! I've already let go, just fix it myself."

Seraphina: He's fucked! If I hadn't broken my paw, I would have scratched him to death!

Lanka continued to cough dryly: "My lord, human beings do not have the self-healing ability of blood races."

General: "Then what if the hand is broken?"

Lanka: "People on Earth have a profession that specializes in repairing the human body, commonly known as a doctor. By the way, I am its personal doctor now. However, human beings are fragile creatures, and they need a stable environment and strict disinfection when repairing, otherwise Any misalignment or infection will cause sequelae. It is not suitable to do this in the air, I recommend landing on the ground, preferably somewhere with certain medical conditions.”

Looking down at the Seraphina with his wrists in his arms and a dejected expression on his face, General Bruch shouted without hesitation, and the black dragon under his feet turned his head up and swooped down towards the castle he had just passed. !

The captain of the guard reported in a low voice: "My lord, the castle below is the territory of the Iris Rosset family. Look..."

Lanca: "Ah, Prince Giovanni's sphere of influence? Let's pray that the money fan is not around, otherwise the human being might be cut off and sold off when we wake up the next day... Your Excellency? Shall we go down? What's the matter with you?"

Fan Zhuo, who silently looked at the back of the black dragon, said softly to himself: "It's really... unpleasant."

Lanka, staring at the prince with a gloomy face, thoughtfully, "My lord... Actually, when I was studying the culture of the earth, I discovered an interesting phenomenon. When human beings have a strong love for something, it will be accompanied by Produce a strong sense of exclusivity. That is, resentment that others love, share, and even touch such things as he does. There is an image term for this behavior in the language of the earth, which is called "exclusive desire."

Lanka glanced sideways at the statue-like side face of the prince, and chuckled: "It's interesting, isn't it? For the blood race, there is nothing that cannot be shared with others, whether it is food or a partner, they can be exchanged. The mark of possession is out of honor, not out of emotion. If there are high-level or peers who ask to share, it is not impossible. But for the people on earth, it is emotionally important for the "sharing with others". Just repel, unhappy, irritable, furious..."

Fanzhuo: "What do you want to say?"

Lanka: "I thought you knew."

Fanzhuo: "I am a blood race."

"So there will be no human's desire for monopoly?" Lanka smiled, "Don't rush to deny it, it's not a bad thing. To be honest, I think this is precisely where the earth people are more advanced than our race. The origin of the desire for monopoly should be Creatures have a strong desire for mates and offspring. Animals are inherently obsessed with continuing their own blood and preventing others from mixing in. For this reason, they even kill each other, and the winner can monopolize the female. Therefore, this is a race with reproductive ability The feelings produced. And the blood race who has no offspring and has no exclusive desire for its partner is actually a kind of weakness and degeneration from a biological point of view!"

Fanzhuo: "Are you persuading me to develop this advanced emotion for the sake of race?"

"Of course not." Lanka lowered his head and recorded calmly, "I'm a scientist, and I'll just wait and see what happens."

Seraphina began to think seriously about a question—should I remind Mr. General that I hurt my hands and not my feet, and that I can walk by myself?

Because... it was really, really eye-catching to be carried into the castle by Bruhe!

Subtle voices of discussion came from all directions along the way, and the grassroots comrade Seraphina, who was not used to being the focus of attention, was stiff all over...

"Ah, who is that? Who is the general holding?"

"The black-haired one is half-blood. Is it a pet? Is it beautiful?"

"I don't know, is it his woman? She looks so petite."

"No way...does the general like women with breasts? That girl is still a child..."

"Face, what does the face look like? Can't see..."

"Shh...here we come!"

Under the meaningful gaze of all the onlookers in the entire castle, Comrade Seraphina subconsciously covered his head and face, wishing he could huddle up and bury himself in the general's arms...Of course Bruch didn't know that Seraphina's move was just Because the petty citizen couldn't get on the stage, he just felt the little creature in his arms clinging tightly to him, curled up warmly on his chest, very intimate and extremely dependent, so he couldn't help feeling a long-lost soft emotion, and he grabbed the other's hand hard Unknowingly relaxed...

It's rare that the atmosphere is good now, maybe, we should talk to it, Mr. General thought. I often see it talking softly to Fanzhuo, it seems that I have hardly talked to it, and now I hurt its hand, maybe I will be hated even more in the future? Then, seize the opportunity and start by gently asking about the injury, such as: "Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt." "Don't bear it." Dear, let it not be afraid.

The general who finalized the battle plan in his heart, so he said forcefully: "Are you... still hurting?" The next sentence is don't bear it, don't bear it, don't bear it, don't bear it... Then touch and kiss...

Seraphina, with a face full of resentment, he complained: "It hurts so much!"

General: "Hold on."

The conversation is over.

Depressed Bruch: Damn it! Why do people on Earth cry out in pain? The blood race never shouts...

Grieving Seraphina: Tell me to hold back? ! This fellow is too nothing!

In this way, the contradiction between the two deepened...

From this incident, we learned that "sweet talk" requires a high degree of adaptability skills and rich cross-cultural knowledge.

"Does it hurt? How much does it hurt?"

The voice of Prince Fanzhuo came from behind, and the Seraphina only felt his body lighten, and he fell into a new cold arms from the embrace that was so hard to cover before.

The injured wrist was held up and placed on his lips, and a few cool kisses fell on it, not to mention that it really had an analgesic effect, this could be considered... iced to relieve pain?

The cool kiss was transferred to the face, the eyelashes were lightly covered, the Seraphina blinked hard, the blurred vision was full of the gorgeous silver-haired red lips of the Prince, and the silky voice rubbed against the skin...

Fanzhuo: "Does it hurt so much that you want to cry? The saliva of the blood race has the effect of repairing, do you want me to lick it for you?"

Seraphina: "I don't want to..."

Fanzhuo: "You're welcome."

Seraphina: "I'm not..."

Vanjo, already licking...

Fan Zhuo, licking with relish...

Seraphina: "Forget it==."

Seraphina who feels that it doesn't hurt too much: Although this person's behavior is a bit weird, his intention is still kind. He should be a good person, right?

An even more depressed Bruch: It turns out that you can still do this...

From this incident, we learned that "sweet talk" can actually be replaced by "shameless".