Chapter 146 Aunt

I don’t know if it’s my misunderstanding or something else, but this shitty yellow ghost-painted battle technique book has a very strong blood-sucking ability. It even surpassed my cognition for a time and developed in a weird direction.

"By the way, have any of you ever seen a combat technique book about chasing people's wounds and actively sucking blood?" I raised my right hand helplessly and looked at the wound on my index finger, sucking it like a female sanitary napkin. The battle technique book with my blood on it said plainly.

Rodney was the first to shake his head: "I haven't seen it."

Eva also shook her head: "This is the first time."

The other cousins ​​shook their heads in unison: "."

"Haha, I understand." With a collapsed expression on my face, I squatted aside and kept drawing circles with my left index finger.

"Well." Seeing that I was on the verge of collapse, Rodney said worriedly, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Give me a piece of paper and a pen." I said with a lifeless look on my face, "I want to write a suicide note before I get sucked."

"It's not that exaggerated!" Rodney was infected by my broken attitude and shouted at me.

"If you try it once, you will know how powerful it is at sucking blood!"

"Besides, you won't die by sucking a little blood," Rodney said, "Maybe you can also get a pretty good combat skill. What a great thing!"

"A little, is this a little?" When I raised my hand, they saw clearly that half of the pamphlet had been soaked in blood. However, it was not satisfied and still stuck to my wound greedily, sucking away. blood.

Looking at the wound, it has turned slightly white, probably due to blood loss. I really don’t know how long it will take for this thing to be sucked. By the way, can’t you change the position to suck it?

However, when he thought that if he had to change positions to suck blood, he would have to cut another small incision on his body, he quickly gave up this idea.

Rodney and a group of his brothers and sisters silently stared at the combat skills book in my hand that was half stained red with blood. Each one of them showed expressions of sympathy and sadness. I even saw one of Rodney’s My cousin was silently taking off his helmet, hugging it to his chest, bowing his head and praying.

I said, what kind of trouble are you trying to make? I'm not dead yet, okay?

three minutes later

I lay on my cousin Rodney's lap with a weak look on my face, looking at the cloudless clear sky with lifeless eyes, and murmured in my mouth: "Are you still sucking?"

Rodney nodded and gave a heavy hum.

four minutes later

I already felt the dizziness of anemia. I wriggled my lips, drank a small mouthful of water, and said feebly: "Are you still sucking?"

Rodney looked at the combat skills book in my hand carefully and said, "Well, I'm still sucking, but it seems to be almost full."

"Oh, that's right, by the way, Rodney"

"Huh?" Rodney leaned closer to me.

I weakly stretched out my hand, pointed to the sky, and said, "I seem to see a bird-man with wings there, with his breasts exposed to welcome me."

Rodney:

"By the way, its breasts are so big," I said weakly.

Eva, who was closest to me, looked down at her chest, then picked up the dropped staff from the side, with a cute but broken face, pointed the head of the staff towards me, and started. chant.

"Sister, what are you going to do?" Rodney was shocked.

"Brother, don't stop me, I want to kill this guy who only recognizes breasts and not people!" said the broken Eva.

"It's over, sister, calm down. You must be calm." Rodney grabbed the magic wand, his whole body felt bad. He lowered his head and said to me: "An, An Xiaoyi, please give me a few compliments." My sister’s words!”

"Haha" was the only response.

Stayed for three seconds

"Your mother is dying. Don't you know how terrible my sister is when she collapses?" Rodney's expression was serious and his attitude was serious: "Don't look at her, she is usually timid and prone to crying. , once it is in a state of collapse, it will be the end of the world! Ah, hey, didn’t you hear what I said?”

"Haha" I showed a desperate expression.

Just before Rodney was about to make the decision to eradicate me with his sister, an image suddenly flashed in his mind, and then a refreshing voice sounded from the depths of his mind, like clear spring water in the mountains, instantly overflowing. Full of my body.

The feeling of powerlessness caused by blood loss also filled up at the same time, and the whole body seemed to be filled with explosive power. At the same time, my left arm, where there were a bunch of ghostly symbols, began to swell and heat, and even faintly appeared. The burning pain was like being immersed in a red-hot iron felt.

hiss!

I gasped.

Ahem!

But I forgot that I was in a desert and the air was full of dust.

Rodney and Eva both stopped what they were doing and stared at me motionless.

I turned over, got up from the ground, and then knelt down aside.

I threw off the gauntlet on my right hand and tried to break free of the gauntlet on my left hand. The burning pain was so unbelievable that I suspected there was something wrong with the gauntlet.

However, the moment I took it, I realized that the surface of the left hand guard was still cold and the same as before.

Isn't it a problem with the hand guards?

I gently took off the gauntlet a little, and was horrified to find those dense ghostly drawings on my left forearm. It turned slightly red inexplicably, as if the writing had just been ironed!

what on earth is it?

My eyes widened and I even forgot about the burning sensation and severe pain.

Rodney noticed something strange about me. He approached me and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Wait." I gritted my teeth and endured a wave of severe pain before continuing: "Don't come over yet."

It's not that I intentionally blocked Rodney, but I didn't know if the sudden abnormality in my left arm would have any dire consequences.

If possible, I even hope to be able to leave here far away, so that those innocent lives will not be affected.

Although I am not a Holy Mother, and the life and death of those people have nothing to do with me, it is still right to refrain from killing.

"Brother, what's wrong with him?" Eva asked softly.

Rodney shook his head: "I don't know, maybe I feel uncomfortable somewhere."

"Didn't you ask him where he felt uncomfortable?" Eva said.

Rodney shook his head: "No."

After hearing this, Eva shook her head and murmured: "Although I don't know what happened to him, but his expression seems to be in pain. Is that what happened?"

Rodney was startled: "Which one?"

"That's me every month." Eva's voice became smaller and smaller, and even Rodney could hardly hear her clearly.

But Rodney also understood what his sister was referring to.

He turned around, looked at my painful expression, and couldn't help but sigh: "Although I don't know if a man will come, but if he does, it will be sympathetic enough."

The pain in my left arm was so bad that I couldn't speak, otherwise I would have given him a beating.

You are here to be your aunt, and your whole family is here to be your aunt!