Quick Transmigration: The Fierce Host Teases The Sick Boy God

Chapter 286

"I don't hate you, but... on the contrary..." Nan Qiao looked very shy, as if he was too shy to say the rest, and finally changed the subject, "I think...you are actually very handsome."

Nan Qiao couldn't hold back his nausea and said he liked him, but he could still say that he was handsome out of conscience.

Seeing Nan Qiao's shy appearance, Mo Fan knew that he had succeeded more than half.

"Can I get close to you?" Mo Fan asked softly.

Nan Qiao still looked shy, lowered his head slightly, hesitated for a moment before responding: "Yes."

Mo Fan, who was staring at Nan Qiao closely, raised the corners of his mouth at this moment, revealing a sinister smile.

These girls are so easy to deceive, he felt a little tired of playing this game, and wondered in his heart if he had to change the game method next year.

Mo Fan approached Nan Qiao's position step by step, his mind was full of the image of pressing her under him, and then drained her energy little by little, turning her into a mummy in fear.

He stood in front of Nan Qiao and stretched out his hand towards Nan Qiao, but just before he reached Nan Qiao's hair, his palm was pierced by a sharp dagger.

The dagger pierced from bottom to top, piercing from the palm to the back of the hand, and the sharp tip of the knife was exposed, stained with bright red blood.

When Nan Qiao pierced Mo Fan's palm with the dagger, she withdrew her hand.

Blood flowed down the dagger from the palm of his hand, and finally fell to the floor in a tick-tock.

Mo Fan stared at Nan Qiao in disbelief, never thinking that the girl would suddenly pull out a dagger and pierce his palm.

Most importantly, where did this dagger come from?

Since she entered here, all the belongings on her body were taken away, and it was impossible to hide a dagger in the silk pajamas on her body, and weapons and other things could not be placed in this room, not to mention that she was locked in the basement for eight years.

Another point is that her speed is too fast, so fast that even a person like him who has already started to change, whose speed and reaction ability are not comparable to ordinary people, cannot react.

"Who are you?" Mo Fan stared at her suspiciously, his raised hand didn't move, he didn't care about the pierced palm, as if he didn't feel any pain.

"I'm the one who came to kill you." Nan Qiao said with a sneer on his face.

After Mo Fan was stunned for a moment, he quickly laughed and asked sarcastically, "You think you can kill me like this?"

Hearing what Nan Qiao said, he was like hearing the funniest joke in the world.

Ordinary weapons can't do him any harm at all, and his wounds can heal quickly.

Mo Fan stared at her with a sneer. Under her gaze, he raised his hand and pulled out the dagger that pierced his palm.

After he pulled out the dagger, his pierced palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, Mo Fan's palm healed completely, and he swayed in front of her with a proud smile.

"See? This is my ability." Mo Fan laughed sarcastically, "Although you are overwhelmed, this game seems to have become more interesting."

As Mo Fan said that, he wanted to strangle Nan Qiao's neck, but how could Nan Qiao let him touch it.

She dodged away from Mo Fan's hand and stood beside him, looking at Mo Fan coldly.

"Your ability is indeed very good, but do you know my ability?" Nan Qiao asked with a sneer.

Mo Fan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became interested, "Your ability? You can show it in front of me."

(End of this chapter)