Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

Chapter 520 The Bishop’s Vampire Bat 07

Wenjiu did not refuse this time.

He put Yan Feng down.

Then he turned around, walked to a chair nearby and sat down.

Yan Feng actually didn't quite understand.

Why is there an iron chair placed in this location that obviously belongs to a dungeon?

But he didn't want to ask.

Because he was afraid that Wenjiu would tell him that it was placed there specifically so that he could appreciate the pain of vampires up close.

His hands and feet regained the ability to move, and Yan Feng didn't even think about running away. First, he obediently took off his clothes one by one, but not all of them.

He left the last shirt behind and then approached Wenjiu.

The slender and white legs were pressed against Wen Jiu's thigh. After thinking about it, Yan Feng took the initiative to kneel and sit on the other party's lap, and then leaned his body so that the waist collapsed and lined up with his own waist. The limbs are a little thinner, and the three-button neckline can be unbuttoned to reveal more of the scenery.

Maintaining this state, he moved closer to warm the wine.

A thin kiss slowly fell on the other person's face, moving from the cheek to the lips.

Then there was a chuckle from Wenjiu.

He said: "Your ability to seduce people isn't very good, is it?"

Yan Feng:?

Yan Feng:? ? ?

Man, what nonsense are you talking about!

This is simply the biggest insult to the bird!

He reached down angrily, and then Yan Feng's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but laugh.

Rubbing himself in the arms of warm wine again, Yan Feng replied with a smile: "I am indeed not very skilled, because it is the first time in my life to seduce people. But you can say that it is more than enough to seduce, right? If you think If my skills are not good, why don’t you stand up if you have the ability?”

Xiaoniao successfully took advantage of this verbal advantage.

The result was a chuckle from Wenjiu.

Then the man took the initiative back into his own hands.

The little vampire was right.

He was indeed tempted.

In this case, the stupid bat that tempted him should pay the price.

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The dungeon was so dark and gloomy that it was impossible to judge the passage of time. So Yan Feng himself couldn't tell how long they had been here, and how long this campaign of "punishment" for the people had been going on.

He just felt like he had been wandering back and forth between coma and wakefulness. He couldn't remember how many times he wandered.

But it’s like the gods are helping to warm the wine.

Yan Feng could feel that his waist was about to break.

But as each exercise ends, he will clearly feel that his condition seems to be much better than before.

But this situation is actually quite scary.

It just makes his waist hurt more and more as he becomes more alert.

He wouldn't be able to give him divine power like Xie Chengan did to relieve his back pain.

If this is punishment, it is indeed in place.

I kept thinking about this kind of thing in my mind.

When Wen Jiu finally put him down with satisfaction, Yan Feng was completely exhausted.

The whole person was lying softly on the table.

I still had some conscience to warm the wine, and I knew that the iron table was too cold, so I took off my robe and put it on it so that Yan Feng could lie down and it would not be too uncomfortable.

After staying like this for a while, Yan Feng finally slowly made some moves.

After moving his body, he spoke.

Yan Feng didn't like his voice because he screamed for too long, but he couldn't do anything about it. He could only maintain this state, and he said: "I want to eat."

"You've eaten so much, haven't you had enough?"

Wenjiu, who was sitting next to him, replied to him.

Yan Feng wanted to hit someone on the spot!

Fortunately, it was just a joke and it didn't really make Yan Feng suffer any grievance. Wen Jiu simply stretched out his arm in front of Yan Feng and said, "Eat it if you want. It's so uncomfortable to keep eating secretly. I'll give it to you so you can enjoy it."

The arm stopped at Yan Feng's mouth.

Because the exercise had just ended, Wenjiu only wore pants. The upper body is clean, and there is naturally no blocking clothing on the arms.

Seeing his action, Yan Feng was stunned for a moment.

Only then did he realize what he meant by warming the wine, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. Yan Feng asked him, "Do you want me to drink your blood?"

"What else?" Wenjiu asked, "For you vampires, isn't this the best food for you?"

That doesn't seem wrong.

But Yan Feng still looked at him to confirm and asked: "If I drink your blood now, you won't want to pull out my teeth later, right?"

Little Bat is still worried about this problem?

Wenjiu's eyes widened.

Then he couldn't help laughing wildly.

Both of them have done that.

That was the first time in his life that he had done such a thing with someone else.

Even if the other party is a vampire, he should get some special treatment.

After all, he did a good job.

Well-behaved children can be rewarded.

And this behavior now is just a reward for him.

While making this conclusion in his mind, Wen Jiu also spoke to Yan Feng. He said: "Now I have given you the opportunity. If you are not willing, in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, the little vampire reached out to hold his arm with both hands, exposed his sharp fangs, and bit down Wenjiu's arm fiercely.

Blood spread in his mouth instantly.

It was different from the few sneaky bites before.

This time, the bite hit a blood vessel, so instead of squeezing out a few drops of blood, blood continued to gush out as Yan Feng sucked.

The little vampire's eyes lit up.

He was finally able to eat well.

Vampires are completely irrational when sucking blood.

This kind of thing Wenjiu was clear from the beginning.

So he also wanted to see how far the little bat would go after he took the initiative to hand his arm to the little bat.

Wen Jiu thought to himself, and was ready to force Yan Feng to stop for a while.

But he never thought of it.

The little vampire just drank three sips obediently, then licked his wounds and pushed his arm away.

Wenjiu:?

There was an incomprehensible look on his eyebrows.

Wenjiu asked him: "Don't you want to drink?"

"I still want to," Yan Feng replied obediently: "But drinking too much blood will be bad for your health. So I can hold back and just drink this."

He winked again as he spoke and continued to act coquettishly: "But I'm still hungry. Can you find me something else to eat?"