On the Various Ways of Killing a Female Supporting Partner

Qiao Mo in this life is a delicate and distinctive little boy, specifically manifested in that he is the only Asian human with black hair and black eyes in the entire classroom and even the college.So boys and girls with extraordinary spirit of exploring novel things surrounded Qiao Mo's desk.

"Are you from the Eastern Continent? I heard that there are dragons that look like snakes. Is it true?"

"Your eyes are so special. I've never seen such black eyeballs."

"The skin is so white, like... like the white jelly in the school cafeteria."

"That's tofu, you idiot!"

"..."

The twittering discussions were much more popular than Ofir's rigid old castle. Qiao Mo was in a trance for a while, and had the illusion that he was not kidnapped by the system to travel, but was reborn and returned to his student days.If only he could stay in Jacra, he thought.But he knew it was impossible.

Ofir took Hanty away from the old castle in Rensa at two o'clock in the afternoon.This may be the first time he can't bear to go out on his own initiative, perhaps because his own little pet suddenly left his side and made him lose a lot of fun during the day, even though he has been used to such a boring life for more than 1000 years.At the moment, Ofir is sitting in the carriage, the windows of which are covered by a layer of black cloth - this is the only object that has any other color decoration than white, because only black can block the Jacra more strongly than other places of ultraviolet light.He lifted the curtains to reveal a gap and looked out.Qiao Mo happened to be walking this way.The warm sunlight hit the top of the boy's hair, creating a golden halo, which was warm and gentle, lining his fair and delicate face like a little angel bathed in light.

Ofir was stunned for a moment.He didn't even figure out what he was thinking in his heart at this time, but he stretched out his hand instinctively... Finally, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

When Qiao Mo walked to the school gate, he saw a carriage parked on the opposite side of the street, which was luxuriously decorated and extremely in line with the taste of vampires.Thinking of Ofir's warning to him before he left in the morning, he pulled up his sleeves guiltily and sniffed at the tip of his nose.It's a pity that human beings' sense of smell is not as good as that of vampires. Except for the fragrance left by the faint spices, there is no trace of mixed smell contaminated by other people.Qiao Mo could only bite the bullet and walked over.

"Are you injured?" Ofir asked suddenly as he got into the carriage.

Qiao Mo subconsciously covered his wrist.

"Don't waste it." Ofir frowned and grabbed his hand, and the sleeve fell to reveal the unhealed abrasion on his wrist.Under Qiao Mo's uncertain gaze, he put it on his lips calmly, sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick it bit by bit, squinting his eyes happily like a lion that has got his favorite prey, his originally alluring facial features are so beautiful Even more thrilling.

Qiao Mo blushed suddenly, and turned his head away in embarrassment. When the carriage arrived at the gate of the castle, he quickly jumped out of the carriage and locked himself in the room.

Wake up, the other party is a man!Even if he is beautiful, he can't hide the fact that the other party is a pervert!Qiao Mo slapped himself twice in remorse for his obsessed self - it was just a lick of the wound, you blushed and your heart beat!Sure enough, after being kidnapped by a snake-spirited system, will he be abnormal?I think I can still save it again! QAQ

Qiao Mo wiped his face, his self-loathing emotions twisted in his heart like a twisted twist, until he was so hungry that he walked out of the room dejectedly.

Ofir was sitting on the sofa, staring at his right hand in a daze.Those were the most beautiful hands that Qiao Mo had ever seen. They were slender and fair, with well-defined knuckles, as if they were carefully carved by God and suitable for display in a frame.However, at this moment, scorched black burns covered the entire back of his hand.

"Master," Hanty stood aside, hesitant to speak, "You need treatment..."

"Just take it as a lesson," Ofir's lips curled into an arc of unknown meaning, and he muttered to himself, "Is it because I'm too greedy?"

——He loves the light and yearns for the light, but in the end he is completely injured by the light.

Qiao Mo suddenly felt sorry for Ofir.

(To be continued)