Chapter 8: The taste ... but it's pretty good

At this moment, Mo Qingli's head was covering Fengchenling's left neck, and the two blood teeth unique to the zombie were bitten on Fengchenling's neck, sucking Fengchenling's blood greedily, before he could swallow it. The blood also ran down the dusty white neck ...
With the nourishment of blood, Mo Qingli's consciousness gradually recovered. After a while, the mana on his body had recovered completely. However, Mo Qingli was reluctant to let go of Fengchenling, because his blood was so delicious. Mo Qingli has never smoked such pure blood since he practiced for ten thousand years.
When Mo Qingli let go of the dust, it was half an hour later.
Mo Qingli licked the remaining traces on the corner of her mouth, and placed the fainted Fengchen Spirit on the bed gently, and simply checked the situation of Fengchen Spirit. It did not matter, but she lost too much blood.
However, the magic power on his body had a faint growth trend, Mo Qingli looked at the Fengchen spirit on the bed, thoughtfully.
When Feng Chen Ling woke up from his drowsiness, it was already noon, and his whole body collapsed, and Feng Chen Ling moved his body uncomfortably.
"Woke up?"
The faint tone made Feng Chenling awake all over, stiffening his body, supporting him with some weakness, moving backwards, and looking at Mo Qingli in fear.
Mo Qingli looked at the fear on that pale face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. That's right!
"Come here."
The door was gently opened, and Yue Yao walked in. "Princess, what do you tell me?"
"Let the chef prepare some blood-supplying decoction and send it as soon as possible." Now that he has become his "food", it is necessary to raise his body so that the blood will flow continuously.
"Yes!"
Yue Yao backed out, and when she closed the door, she accidentally glanced at Fengchen Ling on the bed. Like a panicked bunny, she buried her head deeply in her arched legs, and sighed, the princess's habit still remained. It's shocking. Just looking at Jun's trembling shoulders, he can see how much he suffered last night.
Mo Qingli sat on the bed, leaning towards Fengchen hiding in the corner, and his fingers covered the tooth marks between his neck. There are only two very light tooth marks left now. They are amazing, but they will never disappear. "Do you know what just happened?"
When Fengchen Ling covered his neck with Mo Qingli's hand, a trace of current spread through the whole body, raised her eyes, and looked at the face close at hand. She did not have the peerless look of the city, nor did it have a moving body. Some only had Vice indifferent, facing the collapse of the seamounts, he was indifferent indifferent.
There seemed to be a faint pain in the neck. She seemed to bite herself? Fengchenling can also feel that his blood is flowing very fast, and that the obvious allowable suction movement between his neck and neck has left him a little overwhelmed, before he uttered a few words, "I ... I don't know."
"Oh ..." Mo Qingli chuckled a little, and the eyes and spirits that restored her eyes were even more beautiful. But his clear eyes were a little timid, and he couldn't help but want to come forward.
In the face of such a fascinating color, Mo Qingli couldn't help but invade him, raised his hand and touched Fengchenling's cheek, ridiculed slightly, "Do you really know? The taste ... but it's very good."
Having said that, he pulled open the quilt blocking Fengchenling's chest and threw him on the bed.