Chapter 149: Clan (2)

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"Hey!!" The little bat was frightened by the force, and he slammed his wings, but he couldn't resist the power of the pull.
However, in the twinkling of an eye, the little bat that had just escaped was not far away, and was given the silvery light to the front of the monsoon smoke. The struggle along the way made the little bat tired and panting, and was beaten by the monsoon. On the time, it was already exhausted, hanging down and swaying in the air, a pair of wings clasped tightly, only revealing a pair of shocked eyes, fearing the face of the smile of the monsoon smoke.
"Miss, what are you doing?" Zuo Nuo looked at the little bat that was returned by the monsoon smoke. I don't know why, suddenly I felt some sympathy for the poor little guy.
The monsoon smoke did not respond eagerly, just squinting and getting close to the furry little guy.
The biological growth of bats is not so much to be seen, but the one in the monsoon smoke is quite petite and delicate, with a circle of gray hair around the neck, fluffy clusters of small ones. Face, only those red-colored scorpions are extremely eye-catching.
"Hey!" The roaring dog followed all the way, watching the little bat on the monsoon smoker's hand, suddenly his eyes glowed, smashed a scorpion, and straightened up, and opened a mouth to eat.
As soon as the little bat saw the mouth that was close at hand, he hadn’t had time to catch his breath, and suddenly he was scared to death...
The monsoon smoke slaps and slaps the stupid face of the roaring dog, swaying two bats that are scared and faint, with some expressions... depressed.
"This! Don't eat!" The monsoon smoke stares at the roaring dog, warning the shaking of the little bat in his hand.
The two front paws of the roaring dog licked their noses, and looked at the monsoon smoke with sorrow, and the pitiful voice made a pitiful sound.
The monsoon smoke was speechless, shaking two small bats, seeing that there was no sign of waking, and had to temporarily put it in the back of Yang Lan.
"Miss, what do you do with the little blood family?" Zuo Nuo asked with some cramps.
Monsoon flue: "Looking at it is very fun, I have never heard of any blood race, it sounds very interesting, you tell me about it."
Zuo Nuo nodded and told the legend about the blood family to the monsoon smoke.
As an ancient race, the blood races have been in the air for a while. They are born beautiful, blood-based, and can be shaped into bats. When the blood family is exposed to the people, people are afraid of their power and beauty, but... Although powerful, but hesitant to their special fertility, the number of them has been difficult to increase, but I do not know where the news came from, said that the eyes of the blood family is the source of their strength, and for the magician, The most supreme magic medium.
A massacre against the blood family began, and many blood races were wiped out, eyes were dug out, and became the medium to embellish the magician's instruments. With the arrival of the catastrophe, the blood family completely withdrew from the world stage.
Now thousands of years later, no one has ever discovered the traces of the blood family. For people, the blood family has already become a legendary extinct group.
Zuo Nuo said, while carefully watching the reaction of the monsoon smoke, I was afraid that the monsoon smoke was also affected by the rumors, and really dug the eyes of the little bat.