Fishing for the black shadow mask, start off with the succubus

Can this pillow still sleep?

Lin Yan looked at the little succubus' bright wrists exposed in the air, and his thoughts moved.

On this occasion, he just used the magic blood to test whether he could evolve the Shadow Kingdom.

Lin Yan returned to the kitchen,

Take a fruit knife.

He was afraid that other weapons would be too sharp, and it would be bad if he really hurt the little succubus.

Well, he is indeed a good master with a soft heart.

Lin Yan couldn't help but praise himself in his heart.

Back to the bedroom again.

Lin Yan stood on the edge of the bed, looking down at the little succubus.

A pair of wine red round-toed leather shoes lay beside the bed.

"Where are you going..."

Lin Yan suddenly realized that he couldn't bear to draw a wound on this fair skin.

The little succubus curled up in a sound sleep, like a kitten. The delicate and smooth skin was like a delicate work of art, which one couldn't bear to destroy.

Lin Yan hesitated slightly.

He raised the knife, looked at it and made a few gestures.

At this moment, the little succubus who seemed to have sensed the movement slowly opened her eyes.

The sleepy eyes of the little succubus hadn't fully adapted to the light, and in a trance, she saw a shining big knife, gesturing up and down at her.

Little Succubus: (*?ロ?)!!

Chapter 69 The leeks are ripe, it's time to harvest

[Negative value from Wang Kuiye +222! 】

The little succubus woke up in an instant.

When she saw clearly that the one holding the knife was her own master, a strong sense of fear came to her heart, the little succubus' beautiful eyes widened, and she couldn't help whimpering like a kitten deep in her throat.

"Well--"

The little succubus flapped the quilt, hugged her legs and curled up in a corner of the bed.

A large expanse of snow-white skin was exposed in the air, fully presented in Lin Yan's field of vision, and even sticky cold sweat could be faintly seen.

"Master...Master...you...what are you doing with the knife..." the little succubus said stutteringly, teeth chattering.

Could it be that the master's temperament has changed drastically today and he wants to deal with her?

Probably not. ． ． ．She just slept in a bed. ． ．

No, according to the personality of the master, it is indeed very possible! ! !

[Negative value from Wang Kuiye +444! 】

The little succubus curled up into a ball, looking at Lin Yan nervously.

Lin Yan blinked.

He would have liked to explain.

but. ． ． ． ． ．Now it seems, or wait a while.

The leeks are ripe and should be cut.

Lin Yan sat on the edge of the bed.

Smile.

The finger flicked the fruit knife.

Shine——

A crisp metal chorus sound echoed in the bedroom.

"Don't be afraid, I move very fast and won't make you feel pain."

Lin Yan held a fruit knife, gestured up and down at the little succubus, and said in a warm voice.

Gudong!

The little succubus' white and tender neck rolled slightly, and a voice of swallowing saliva came out clearly.

[Negative value from Wang Kuiye +444! 】

"Master, I was wrong! Punish me, please, don't kill me..." The eyes of the little succubus were filled with tears, and the long eyelashes were covered with crystal tears, so pitiful. .

Lin Yan shook his head and said softly, "No, you're right, it's my fault."

It was indeed his fault, after all, for no reason, he just wanted to release the blood of the little succubus, so why was the little succubus wrong?

"No, no, no! It's my fault, it's all my fault, how could the master make a mistake! It's all my fault, the master put down the knife and punished me severely..."

The little succubus tensed up all over, and said quickly and nervously.

[Negative value from Wang Kuiye +250! 】

The master is really abnormal today, hey!

Obviously her tone was so gentle, but she felt so cold.

Abnormalities must have a reason.

Could she finally escape? ． ． ． ．

The little succubus is bitter in her heart, is she still doomed after all? ． ． ． ．

The sticky and fragrant sweat on the body spread quickly, and the crystal teardrops ran across the cheeks, along the snow-white neck, and slid down into the abyss. ． ． ． ． ．

Lin Yan's tone was as gentle as ever, with a trace of apology: "I should be the one to tell you I'm sorry, but I will really take it lightly, trust me."

"Woooooo..." The little succubus was tearful, shaking her head vigorously, crying so hard that she couldn't speak.

[Negative value from Wang Kuiye +520! 】

Lin Yan froze slightly.

The little succubus cried so sadly that her red phoenix eyes almost turned into peaches, her weeping was weak and sad, full of despair.

Lin Yan really couldn't bear it now.

He retracted the fruit knife, ready to tell his purpose.

He just wanted to borrow a little blood, and he was just joking.

But Lin Yan's words hadn't come out yet.

The little succubus accurately grasped the unbearable flash in Lin Yan's eyes.

A fire of hope was instantly ignited in her heart.

In her cognition, this may be her only chance to survive.

The little succubus didn't have the heart to resist, but just wanted to use another way to offset her 'mistakes'.

Lin Yan stared blankly at the little succubus crawling from the other corner of the bed to his side in a kneeling and crawling posture.

The slender hands skillfully untied the rope.

The red lips parted lightly.

Winking like silk.

Her hair is like undulating waves, with every time she raises her head and lowers her eyebrows, it is in various poses, charming and charming, ever-changing, and turning back and forth. ． ． ． ． ．

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Two hours later,

The sun has completely climbed up.

Gentle sunlight shines into this small bedroom through the window sill.

"Master, are you not angry?" The little succubus asked nervously, swallowing her saliva.

Lin Yan half-lyed on the bed, looked down at the fruit knife that was thrown under the bed by the little succubus at some point.

Some are speechless.

"Do you think I was angry from the beginning to the end?" Lin Yan said softly.

The little succubus was slightly taken aback.

She thought about it carefully.

It didn't seem like it was true, the master's words were always gentle, and he even said it was his own fault.

"But...you're still holding a knife..." the little succubus said aggrievedly.

"That's because I want to borrow some of your blood." Lin Yan said this, something he had never said.

Little Succubus: ??? Ga?

Chapter 70 You Are Good or Bad, But I Like It So Much

Is that so? ? ?

Then why didn't you speak up sooner!

must. ． ． ． ． ．You have to wait until she is like this. ． ． ． ． ．

The little succubus' heart was like a roller coaster, with endless ups and downs.

It turned out to be like this. ． ． ．

But it's not her fault at all!

As soon as I woke up, I saw a knife pointing at me non-stop. Who wouldn't be afraid?

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." The little succubus pouts its swollen little mouth and said pitifully.

Lin Yan blinked and looked innocent: "I wanted to say it, but you didn't give me a chance."

The little succubus suddenly smiled, and hugged Lin Yan's arm with a move so cute that it was foul, leaning that delicate and stunning face on Lin Yan's shoulder.

He also rubbed slightly with a very flattering gesture.

"It doesn't matter, as long as the master is not angry, hee hee."

Lin Yan looked at the little succubus in his arms with great interest, feeling inexplicably emotional.

The little succubus has been domesticated more and more successfully.

This meant that there was one less leek left for him.

In the future, maybe no matter what he does, the little succubus will not generate negative values.

Now every wave of negative value must be done and cherished.

"Then can I borrow some blood?" Lin Yan picked up the fruit knife again.

The little succubus stretched out her bright wrist generously.

"Cut it, master!"

The little succubus said crisply.

It's just a little blood, what's the big deal!

Lin Yan looked at the white wrist in front of him, and gently stretched out a big hand to hold it.

Although the little succubus was mentally prepared, her body inevitably tensed up.

After all, it was an instinctive reaction that the knife was going to be cut on her body.

She is still afraid of pain. ． ． ． ． ．