The vicious supporting actress has been cleansed again

"Hey, I'm sorry I'm Walker Green, I mean, I guess you're traveling from a big city like New York or London?"

Walker, who stopped the car of Hua Rong and his wife in a moment of impatience, regretted his actions, for no reason, because after the windows of this red Aston Martin, which was driving slowly and slowly, were lowered, the people inside were very nice. A little too much.

Although Walker is young, extroverted and not afraid of timidity, he subconsciously lacks confidence when facing the handsome boy sitting in the driving seat.

God, he doesn't look like an adult yet. Is that girl in the back seat his sister? She looks like an oriental porcelain doll.

Monet didn't know that his expressionless face had bluffed people, so he just stopped the car and remained silent: What do these human bastards want?fight?

"Hi, my name is Huarong, he is my younger brother Monet, we just moved here so we are not familiar with each other, are you from a small town in Sicily?"

Huarong was sitting in the co-pilot holding the game console with the car window open, watching Walker and his party very excitedly, with sparkling lights in their eyes.

This is the first time she has been in contact with humans, she is so excited that she can't help shaking her legs, okay?

The castle is full of cold vampires. Although they are all beautiful and prosperous, she also wants to meet some living and warm humans!

"Brother?" Monet tilted his head, feeling as if his seniority had suddenly dropped by more than 01:30.

Huarong rolled her eyes and smiled brightly. The big and bright eyes were full of gentle emotions, cheerful and natural.

"Just once, you won't expose me, will you?"

Only when she asks for something, the girl will become extra sticky and well-behaved, like a large piece of milk candy, you can smell the strong sweetness before eating it.

Monet subconsciously grabbed Huarong's finger that was turning sideways and secretly tickling his palm, feeling as if he had grabbed the most lively thing in the world.

He remained silent, Huarong thought he agreed, and naturally withdrew his fingers to open the car door and went in, looked at the young men and women gathered in front of him for a while, and then laughed.

"I'm going for a ride, do you have a recommended route?"

"Yes, we have a car race today. Anyone with a car can participate. Do you want to come?"

Seeing Hua Rong get off the car, a brown-skinned girl who was standing next to Walker suddenly spoke out. She seemed to have a close relationship with Walker, and they were wearing the same style of jacket.

Sure enough, Walker looked at the girl helplessly, and didn't blame her for stealing his words. Instead, he touched his chest, and then he understood what he said.

"Whoever wins the competition can get a thousand dollars, but those who need to participate must be residents of the small town. You just said to move here?"

Huarong nodded.

"Well, we live in the castle above. We just came here a while ago, and we haven't come to the town to say hello yet."

As soon as these words came out, the already quiet crowd all made rioting sounds at the same time.

"Castle? Is there really a castle on it?"

"My God, is she a princess who lives in a castle?"

"She's lying, isn't that castle going to be developed as a tourist attraction? And have you been there?"

……

Huarong tilted her head, and watched these young people become suspicious of life because of her own words with great interest.

I don't know if Cecilia knows it, but her house is about to become a national property that has been left unoccupied for too long and can only be used as a historical and cultural property.

Bah, bah, why does she want Cecilia!

"Cough, okay, please be quiet, it's too rude." The more Walker heard it, the more he felt shameful, especially because his girlfriend's chirping voice was too loud.

God, she's like a talkative bird in a tree.

"Walker, we didn't mean it." The brown-haired girl stuck out her tongue, then looked at Huarong and stretched out her hand: "Hi, my name is Maria, you are so beautiful, are you 15 years old?"

Foreigners can't guess the age of people with Asian faces, just as we can't guess whether they are 20 or 30 years old.

Huarong giggled suddenly, put his hands behind his back, and blinked: "I was full last month, we moved here from Italy, we are all members of the Winster family, but we will be here in the future Life."

She is good-looking, and she is also a girl. In a few words, she brought the matter that was discussed by everyone before, and Maria suddenly took a breath in surprise, not believing that there was only Huarong.

In her opinion, this beautiful oriental doll looked fourteen or fifteen years old at most.

"Then you must go to the town to find Uncle Sam. You should still go to school. In two days, Sicilian Middle School will start. We are all students there."

Huarong secretly wrote down the information, and then raised the brightest smile, fooling the group of people into taking her to the competition.

"Well, you take me to the competition, and if I win, I will share half of the prize money with you. If I don't win, how about lending you the car for a day? I don't think my baby will lose."

Walker agreed decisively, and drove a group of people to the racing point in a hurry.

With the sunroof raised, the car turns into a convertible supercar. The cool mountain wind blows from the front, blowing up the loose long hair of Huarong, flying wantonly in the wind, several cars speeding past on the winding road, The trees on both sides kept receding.

"You like racing cars?"

Monet didn't forget Huarong's eyes lit up as soon as she heard the game, and her mood was obviously happier than before. This girl almost had the word "happy" written on her face.

Huarong stretched out her hand, as if grabbing something in the air, bent her lips upwards to the most pleasant degree, squinted her eyes like a cat, and said in a tone of desire: "Driving is the most exciting thing, baby, we will race later I'll do it, I promise it's better than an orgasm, and you're going to love it."

climax?That's not what a good girl should say.

Even though he had lived for several centuries, Monet, who had seen too many people in his clan who were not taboo about meat and vegetables, couldn't help frowning, moved his lips a few times, and wanted to teach Huarong's way of speaking, but he couldn't think of what to say, but held himself back get blush.

The location of the racing car is set at the northernmost end of the foggy forest, and it will drive around the forest to the highest mountain in the south, where there is a finish line and a box containing a thousand dollars.

The host of the competition was called Leon, the youngest son of the mayor, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, thick eyebrows and big eyes, healthy wheat-colored skin, and a simple white vest that couldn't hide his good figure at all.

He and Walker seemed to have a good relationship. After the two muttered for a while, Huarong saw the handsome guy nodding towards him, and allowed them to join the car race.

The red supercar and the two people who are more than ordinary people's appearance have caused quite a stir among this group of simple town people. Even if they are far away, Hua Rong knows that she and Monet have become the topic of their mouths.

"That boy is so beautiful, like a little prince walking out of an oil painting."

"The Winster family? My grandfather told me the story of that castle when I was a child."

"I like that girl, is she oriental? I bet if she goes to Sicilian high school the desks will be full on the first day."

"She looks like an aristocrat, are you sure she will go to school in a small town?"

……

Discussions such as these were forwarded by the system in real time. Huarong stood obediently at a table and paid the competition fee. She wrote down her name slowly, thinking: Sicilian people are simple and simple. The feeling is really familiar.

"Okay, you can go to the competition." A dark-skinned boy looked at the cursive characters on the paper and was startled, and subconsciously spoke in a much softer voice.

Huarong smiled and dragged Monet into the car.

This car race was more lively and grand than in previous years. With Hua Rong, a pair of rich and noble contestants written all over their bodies, the noise before the race continued.

Huarong put on her seat belt, parked the car on the white line drawn on the road, and winked at Maria next to her, then gripped the steering wheel and stared at the person holding the countdown sign in front of her.

"3,2,1..."

With the sound of a shot, Hua Rong stepped on the gas pedal and quickly left the other cars behind.

She loves this kind of extreme sports very much, and feels the adrenaline in her body soaring with the speed of the car, and the feeling in her heart that is comparable to sex/orgasm/tide makes her brain dizzy.

The more Huarong drove, the more excited she became, the accelerator barely stopped, and several times she rubbed against the fence of the road and scraped across it abruptly, causing sparks to radiate.

The road near the top of the mountain is very curved, Huarong screamed in excitement, kicked the accelerator without slowing down, accelerated and drifted through a few curves, Monet, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was unprepared for a moment, and hit the back of his head heavily on the car seat .

The poor vampire has never experienced this kind of extreme sports, and felt dizzy for the first time.

When the car finally reached the top of the mountain, Monet's face was pale, he opened the car door with trembling hands and feet, and stood up with difficulty.

Huarong's face was rosy, and she patted the other person's shoulder blankly, her tone excited: "How about it, it's very exciting, I would say it's more exciting than orgasm."

There were a lot of people at the finish line, Monet frowned subconsciously, his lips were drawn into a straight line, he seemed a little angry.

"Don't say such things to men casually in the future."

He didn't know if Huarong was used to talking like this, or if she was so outspoken to everyone, but he didn't want others to misunderstand this human girl.

She's not that casual type of person.

Huarong was taken aback for a moment, looking at Monet's pale to almost transparent complexion, she blinked, puzzled.

Why are you angry?

"Hey, I'm just talking casually, not what you think."

Huarong scratched her head.

Monet raised his eyes, his pupils were soft blue-green. These were the colored lenses Huarong had chosen for him. With soft facial features and curly curly hair, they looked very seductive.

"I know, but others don't."

So are you worried that people will misunderstand me?Huarong thought for a while, and suddenly saw that Monet's ears hidden under the hair were a little red, and his heart moved.

This is?Is it the unique boring way of caring for a beautiful boy who is not good at words and autistic?

"You are too cute, my Lord Winster, my God, you are too foul."

Huarong was so excited that she held the boy who was half a head shorter than herself, and couldn't help kissing her, her eyes were gentle like an old mother who finally saw her autistic son acting like a baby.

As the mountain wind blew, Master Monet Winster touched his right cheek, which became gorgeously stiff.

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Miscalculation, next chapter Monet goes offline, the heroine Lilith prepares to go online, scratching her head.