Quick Wear: Who Let a Three-Year-Old Save the World?

"Don't chase Miaomiao. Miaomiao just stole a few bites. My grandson also stole some. Don't chase him, don't chase him." Miaomiao hid behind the big white goose and said confidently.

Big white goose: "Quack."

Seeing that the big white goose had already made an attacking posture, no one dared to touch Miaomiao at all. There was nothing they could do, since the little guy had too many backers.

Gu Wan looked at Miaomiao anxiously, "Is that so? So His Highness also ate it. Then, Lord Miaomiao, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No." Miaomiao shook her head, but she still wanted to eat.

However, at this time, Miaomiao keenly felt that it would be better for her not to speak.

"Huh..." A group of people breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Even so, Fang Shu still held Qu Zhiyuan tightly and said, "Tell me, do you want to kill me?"

Qu Zhiyuan pointed at his hand and said, "He wanted to say something, but you should let go of your hand first."

"..." Fang Shu let go of him with disgust, and watched Qu Zhiyuan take a deep breath of air.

"What are you doing? I've already told you, it's okay, it's okay. Look, I'm fine after eating it." Qu Zhiyuan spread his hands with an innocent look on his silly face.

Fang Shu was still a little hesitant, "But that's garlic."

"Hey, brother, when we were humans before, didn't we also see people taking anti-allergy medicine and eating Kuku at the same time?"

"This is nothing."

Qu Zhiyuan said nonchalantly, "Besides, I only like this one bite, so I'll just eat a little. Don't worry, you won't die."

The world had finally gone insane and he couldn't understand it. Fang Shu rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Humans have medicine, what do you have?"

He has his own unyielding character. Bah, of course not. Qu Zhiyuan rummaged in his arms and took out a small can of blood.

"This is it." Gu Wan narrowed her eyes and stared at the small bottle in his hand.

Qu Zhiyuan said carelessly, "This, the blood of my master."

"Hmm?" The butler looked at him dangerously.

But Qu Zhiyuan was lost in some memories, and said calmly, "She died. This is the last gift she left for me before her death."

"Every time I finish eating, I take a sip to detoxify myself."

Fang Shu said subconsciously, "You are just like this..." Waste.

But when he met Qu Zhiyuan's eyes full of sadness, Fang Shu closed his mouth silently.

"Sorry." Fang Shu lowered his head, not daring to look at Qu Zhiyuan.

Qu Zhiyuan scratched his head and carefully put the small bottle back into his arms. "It's okay. So many years have passed. I don't miss her anymore."

"Hahaha, who would remember a vampire who's been dead for fifty years, three months and seven days."

Gu Wan: ...

housekeeper:……

Fang Shu: ...

They haven't said anything yet. Is this called not loving you? You obviously love them very much, okay?

"Uncle, is he a duck?" Miaomiao's extremely naive remarks dealt a heavy blow to the system.

The system asked tremblingly, "Miao Miao, who said something to you?"

How did they get to discussing such adult topics? Let him find out who led the kid astray, and he will be the first to "thank" him properly.

Miaomiao rested her chin on her hand, still hugging the big white goose, "Because only ducks can be so stubborn."

Wow, Miaomiao has learned these words and can give the system new surprises every time.

"Okay, okay, Miaomiao, you are right."

Don't be stubborn, Miaomiao has seen through your disguise.

hum.

Gu Wan finally discovered the blind spot and pointed at a certain ball on the big white goose and said, "Then how come Lord Miaomiao is fine?"

"Well, maybe she is gifted?" Qu Zhiyuan said hesitantly.

At this time, Miaomiao raised her hand actively, "Miaomiao knows."

"Because Miaomiao is not afraid of garlic." The system uncle just told her that she is a super powerful ancestor.

The system silently added that Miaomiao was indeed immune to garlic.

Garlic is useful for ordinary vampires, but it has basically no effect on people at the level of Chu Nanxun and Miaomiao.

Now, Gu Wan was finally relieved.

Fang Shu finally gave up the thought of hanging himself, "This is really--"

"Great."

No one has to die.

But I don't know when Miaomiao came over, approached Fang Shu, blinked her big eyes eagerly, tugged at Fang Shu's clothes, and asked in a low voice, "Fang Fang, I have a question."

"If a vampire hangs himself, then he will be a hanged ghost or a vampire from now on."

Good question, and he couldn't answer it.

It was the butler who rescued him. "Isn't there still food stewing in the kitchen? Go and take a look."

As he spoke, the butler winked at Fang Shu, who immediately understood, "Ah, yes, yes, I have to go and keep an eye on it now."

Miaomiao looked at Fang Shu's departing back with some regret. Just as she opened her mouth to ask, she was blocked by a piece of cake, "Master Miaomiao, is it delicious?"

"Hmm." Miaomiao nodded wildly.

"Eat more, I have more here." Gu Wan took a small bag of extremely exquisitely wrapped pastries, shook it in front of Miaomiao, and seduced Miaomiao away.

In the chaos, Chu Nanxun wanted to follow Miaomiao, but there were too many people at her place. In addition, Miaomiao hid behind the big white goose that he was afraid of. Chu Nanxun had no choice but to go upstairs first.

Chu Nanxun: My dears, let’s run separately.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to save you, but it’s because you insisted on finding that goose. He really has a shadow in his heart.

Chu Nanxun went downstairs only after hearing the noise gradually died down. Instead of finding anyone else, he saw a certain annoying guy.

"Your Highness."

Fang He bowed his head and saluted Chu Nanxun with a pleasing look, and no one could find fault with him.

In fact, Fang He was actually feeling extremely lucky that he had eaten quickly enough, otherwise he would be caught eating secretly and be embarrassed by being taken to the enemy's lair.

Then he would have something to talk about in his life.

This was probably the first time Fang He did something so shameful. He touched the corner of his mouth uncomfortably. Well, there was nothing wrong.

But Chu Nanxun was not a normal person. He looked at him indifferently, "Oh, how do you know who I am? As far as I can remember, no one has had the chance to tell you yet."

Fang He remained calm, "I just heard others shouting like that, so I followed suit. What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Is that so?" Chu Nanxun replied absentmindedly.

Chu Nanxun passed by him and looked at the empty plate behind him. His voice became a little colder, "Hmm?"

Chu Nanxun strode over, glanced at the plate, then looked at Fang He. He remembered clearly that there was half a full plate left before he left.

No, he had so much garlic blood sausage. Chu Nanxun stared at Fang He like a judge, as if he wanted him to give an explanation.

Fang He silently avoided his gaze and said, "I don't know."

"Come on, turn around and talk." Your mouth is full of the smell of garlic, and you are still pretending for him, right?