Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

The attendant led An Ting to Molt's room. Molt had been sitting on the sofa waiting for a long time. As soon as he saw An Ting, he immediately stood up with a smile.

Molt waved his hand to the attendants behind An Ting, signaling all the attendants to exit.

After all the attendants exited, Molt poured a glass of wine for An Ting. While pouring the wine, he explained to An Ting: "This is the seahorse wine of our mermaid clan. I don't know if you can get used to it, but... Even if you're not used to it, there's nothing you can do about it. We don't have wine or rice wine here, so you can only make do with this seahorse wine."

An Ting glanced at the seahorse wine on the table. He had been thinking about how to trick Molt into eating 'Shiqu'.

Mixed into wine?

Molt saw that An Ting had been staring at the seahorse wine, and he immediately handed the seahorse wine to An Ting, "Have you never tasted this kind of wine? You can try it, it tastes pretty good."

An Ting took the seahorse wine that Molt handed him. He did not drink it immediately, but said to Molt: "His Royal Highness, may I ask why you invited me here?"

Molt raised his eyebrows and kept looking at An Ting as if appreciating prey. He explained: "I am very interested in you, and you should still remember what I said to you last time."

An Ting thought to himself that since this Molt had ulterior motives for him, he could make good use of this opportunity to feed him some knowledge.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, since you are interested in me, can I feed you wine with my mouth?"

A flash of shock suddenly flashed in Molt's eyes. He couldn't understand what An Ting said. He clearly avoided him like a snake and a scorpion the last time they met, so why were he so enthusiastic towards him today?

Is there something tricky?

However, Molt, who has always been arrogant, did not take this trivial matter seriously. After all, in his eyes, An Ting is an ordinary human being with no power. If An Ting wants to do anything to him, with his The strength is more than enough to crush An Ting to death.

Molt approached An Ting and hugged An Ting's waist. He gently rubbed An Ting's short black hair. An Ting's hair was very soft and fell from his fingers in an instant.

Molt looked into An Ting's eyes and said to him in a very ambiguous voice: "How are you going to feed me?"

"Feed by mouth, didn't I just say that?"

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

"However, I'm a little shy. Can you let me brew my emotions first?"

"Ok?"

An Ting lowered his head and turned his back. He carefully took the 'Shiqu' hidden in his hand into his mouth, and then quickly took a sip of the seahorse wine.

System 198 exclaimed: "Host! Why did you eat it yourself?!"

An Ting: I will just keep it in my mouth and not swallow it.

System 198: "Even if you don't swallow it, the medicine has the same effect. Just spit it out!"

An Ting: Then if you didn’t remind me earlier, it would be too late now.

An Ting: Forget it, feed me first and then talk.

Just when An Ting was about to kiss Molt, Diels suddenly appeared and snatched Anting from Molt's arms.

Diers' face was very ugly at this time. He looked at Molt and scolded: "Are you treating my order as child's play?"

Molte, who was disturbed from his good deeds, didn't look good at all.

"Brother, why do you want to hinder me again and again? He is just a plaything. What's wrong if I just play with it?"

Diers did not continue to talk nonsense to Molt, and directly picked up Anting and left Molt's room.