She was pushed down by the villain again in The Boss of Quick Travel

The arm that fell off the vampire's body instantly turned into ashes, and traces of gray smoke appeared in Yinshan's eyes. She howled suddenly, but did not do anything more aggressively.

Master Jia Ya has already begged for her in this way. If she messes around again, she will fail him.

The little girl hooked her hand towards the star, and the bat knelt in front of her respectfully, "King..."

A drop of blood was flicked into its mouth, and its eyes widened in surprise, ecstatic.

This is the king's blood, the king gave it blood!

Among the bloodline of relatives constructed by Jia Ya, he was the only one whose blood was converted by the king, and the other relatives spread from him. The blood of the king was gradually diluted, and there were very few, and now a low-level A D-level relative is given blood. What is the concept? It is a concept that is about to catch up with the status of the Jiao Ya.

Yinshan endured her hatred and closed her eyes directly, not wanting to look any more.

The bat's wound healed instantly, and he turned into a human again, kowtowing to the little girl like a pound of garlic, "Thank you, King!"

Jia Ya watched all this quietly. He looked at the expressionless little girl and asked everyone to leave first.

Yinshan was punished and her body was broken into pieces. She was not allowed to drink blood and could only rely on her body's ability to heal on her own. She was temporarily imprisoned, while Xing went back to help Wang give a message to Yuajin.

In the room where two people were alone, Xiaoya stood up and walked step by step to his king. He looked at her with great love and sadness in his eyes.

"Wang, did you not kill Yinshan immediately because of my plea, or were you increasing her hatred and giving her the opportunity to assassinate you?"

The little girl leaned on the back of the chair, her eyes clear and light, "I have them all."

"Human beings fear and hate me, and my blood relatives respect and fear me. Except for Pop Jin, no one can truly accompany me."

"You have been with me for hundreds of years, and you should also know that I have been looking for a way to completely die."

"Until then, I want someone to keep me company."

It was rare to see her say so many words at once, so Xiao Ya boldly took her hand, squatted down and rested his forehead against the cold back of her hand.

"King, does it have to be like this? Don't you like what I do for you?"

The little girl said calmly: "That's your idea, not mine."

She stood up from the chair, "Zhao Ya, have you ever lived for yourself?"

Withdrawing his little hand, Xiao Ya sat on the ground in a daze. The adult who used to lead everyone was now like a child, helplessly grasping the legs of the chair.

"King~"

Outside the basement, as soon as the little girl came out, she saw a young man standing in the breeze and bright moon at the other end of the corridor. He was holding a cloak in his hand, greeting the little girl and running towards her.

"It's cold at night, let me put it on for you." No matter how much the cloak can block the wind, it can't keep her naturally cold body warm. She stretched out her arms through the young man's arms, shrank into his arms, and pressed her face against his chest. on the bed, feeling his heartbeat and absorbing the warmth from his body.

"King, are you sleepy?" Yao Jin thought she was just having a discussion with Ya Ya and others, and it was past her usual rest time, so she was sleepy.

"Ah."

Seeing that she firmly maintained this movement, Yao Jin had no choice but to lift her up a little, move her steps and carefully bring her back.

When he returned to the bedroom, he was breathing heavily. He had just walked so far, and his physical fitness was not very good. It seemed that he needed to exercise more.

The little girl lay flat on the bed and patted the side with her little hand, "Jin, stay next to me."

It was windy tonight, and it was cold even with the windows closed. Pop Jin said hello, took off her coat, and got into bed next to the little girl.

"King, why are you so cold?"

Facing Pop Jin, the little girl's teasing thoughts came back, "The book says that skin-to-skin contact warms faster, so just take off your clothes."

Pop Jin:......

"King, I'm sleepy too. Go to sleep."

Seeing him changing the subject, the little girl turned sideways and asked, "Jin, do you hate me?"

"I don't hate him!" The young man turned sideways and came face to face with her, "Yu Jin has never hated Wang."

The little girl bent her eyes, "Then you like me?"

"I... like it." The young man couldn't say anything at first, but when he saw the frosty smiling eyes, he no longer wanted to hide what was in his heart.

"I like Wang, always have."

He suddenly got a little closer, and his nose was touching the little girl's, "I will always be by the king's side, forever."

Little girl: "Then take off your clothes."

Pop Jin: "...Good night, King."

He kissed the little girl's face and quickly closed his eyes to fall asleep. However, he still did not fall asleep completely until dawn. Without a coffin of a suitable size, she would roll around, sometimes on top of Yaojin, and suddenly on top of Yaojin. Below Jin, on the left and right, he had to prevent the little girl from falling off the bed, and he had to be careful not to let her wake up. It really made him have backache all night and he had to concentrate.

The little girl felt refreshed in the morning, but he was exhausted and looked depressed.

He opened the door and Qingye stood outside, holding toiletries in his hand, "King, I'm here to serve you."

The little girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair hanging down, her curled eyelashes fluttering slightly in the sun, like a fluttering butterfly.

Qingye wanted to come and serve him, but the thing in his hand was taken by Yaojin. Just as he was about to speak, the little girl ordered: "You are not needed."

Qingye's heart suddenly sank. He spent three days taking care of her carefully, but she still only had Popjin in her eyes.

The boy stood by the door and watched the two of them interacting intimately. He suddenly felt that it seemed difficult to achieve the favor of the king. It was better to start from other aspects, such as...

There was no need to stay here, so he turned and left.

"Jin, comb my hair."

The little girl sat obediently in front of the mirror. Yaojin looked at the door and realized that Qingye was not there. "Did Qingye comb Wang's hair these days?"

The little girl shook her head, "I only let you touch my head."

She combed it herself, but she couldn't do it well.

Yao Jin styled her hair again, making her look solemn and generous. The little girl looked around and suddenly said: "Jin, do you want a spouse?"

spouse?

Yaojin paused slightly, "I don't want to."

The little girl looked back and hugged him. She knew that Jin would not be like the humans outside, who would only think about their spouse when they reach an age.

The corners of Yuan Jin's lips curled slightly, as long as Wang was happy, he would be happy.

Because he was no longer needed, Qingye returned to the basement. As soon as the captive humans saw him coming, those who knew him well among the survivors immediately looked excited.

"Qingye, Qingye! Get us out quickly!"

It seemed that he had been beaten by his father. He looked haggard and malnourished. There were several brothers and sisters beside him, all looking at him blankly.

Qingye was clean and tidy, with the scent of flowers and plants, but they were like poultry, dirty and smelly.

Qingye turned to the guard's relatives with no expression on his face and said, "The king asked me to come and collect blood."