The Blood Hourglass

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Chapter 5 Delicious

I walked all the way to the main road in the courtyard and stood in front of the tree sculpture in the shape of Elder Xu. He looked unchanged at all, serious but upright, but why did he have to repair his tree sculpture, and he was here?

I stood in front of the tree and pondered. Suddenly the courtyard door opened. Sinmo walked in and saw me. He was pleasantly surprised, "Jing'er, you finally woke up! How is your body comfortable? How is the wound? Does it still hurt?"

"I'm fine." I turned around and looked at a sinmo in a formal suit, it turned out to be a grand duke.

Seeing me looking at myself so closely, he smiled, "Now you can't just see St. Grad at will."

"Oh, what about the other person? I want to see him." I didn't forget what Aite said before disappearing.

"He is bleeding from something, but he will be back in a few days. You will be able to see him then. I think he will be very happy. I just heard that you may be alive, but none of us told him. You are indeed alive, and you have the blood capital, and you live next door to him." Sinmo became happier as he said, and led me to the house.

"This is..." Walking on the main road, I pointed to the tree eagle next to it.

"This..." Sinmo's face sank and shook his head, "Forget it, it's none of your business, you don't know better."

"Oh." Since he didn't want to say it, I didn't need to ask more, so I followed him back to the house. In the hall, Xiao Yang and the group of four were still sitting, none of them spoke, just bowed their heads and counted their fingers, except Sam only admired his new weapon.

"What's the matter with everyone?" Sinmo asked naturally without knowing the cause and effect.

"I..." Xiao Yang stood up and stopped talking.

"He just has an old problem again, and he never forgets the doctors." I glanced at him coldly and said.

"Sia! You asked her to see Jing'er! Now Jing'er is fine, thank her for me." Sinmo didn't notice his son's dumbfounded expression, but just said, "Housekeeper, get ready dinner!"

"Yes, sir!" An old man with a beard and chest stood in front of us.

"By the way, I told you to prepare two human foods." Sinmo glanced at me and Shu Le and reminded.

"Yes, sir." The old bearded man stepped back while the group of us were just waiting for dinner.

"Did something happen today?" He couldn't help asking when everyone was silent, completely unlike the way he went out in the morning.

"This..." Sam looked at me and then at Xiao Yang, but finally he didn't say anything.

"What the **** happened?" As a result, the more they were like this, the more curious Sinmo became, and he had to ask to understand.

"It's okay, but that West Asia may not be an ordinary person, I think you should pay attention to it." Finally, I said.

"Jing'er, Xia... She is just a child. She may be stronger than the average nobleman, but it doesn't make you feel unusual!" Sinmo turned and looked at me. The healer in West Asia, he had met a few times, and he was a pure noble who could not see much, but in terms of strength, he should be far behind his adopted daughter.

"I'm not talking about strength, but there is such blood in her hand." As I said, I threw the black bottle that I had been holding in my hand. He caught it, opened it and smelled it, his complexion changed involuntarily, "Such a powerful blood, is it the third generation or the first..."

"Second-generation." I answered him directly, and he didn't need to guess anymore, because I was the only one who drank the second-generation blood here.

"Second generation?" Sinmo held the bottle tightly. "She is just a thousand nobles, how could there be second generation blood? You must be the second generation?"

"Of course, because I have drunk the second generation of blood, I will not forget the sweet taste even after a hundred years." I couldn't help but licked my lower lip, as if there was still blood there. Remnants.

"But she... doesn't look like a bad person." Xiao Yang finally couldn't help but opened his mouth.

"Huh! Bad guy? Of course not, especially for you, it should be..." I was in front of Xiao Yang in a flash, leaning against his ear, and said softly, "My sweetheart. "

"You..." He dared not say anything. After all, it was the West Asia who tried to harm me, and I didn't have any revenge.

"Okay, don't bother with the two of you." Sinmo had to show her father's majesty, "If she really has the second generation of blood, then it would be strange, Jinger, didn't you say that Sisofia is dead? Could it be that Is this blood from a hundred years ago?"

"That's not necessarily true. There is not only one second generation." I sighed, glared at the **** in front of me, turned and sat on the sofa.

"You mean she is related to another second generation?" Sinmo guessed.

"I didn't say anything." I looked casual. "But if she could send me some blood like this every day, I would be very grateful."

"She gave you second-generation blood? Why?"

"Moreover, she lied to us that it was the blood of a nobleman in her eighties. I really don't know what she feels like." Huya was outspoken, we didn't want to say something, she said nothing in one mouthful.

Sinmo was taken aback, turned around and stared at Xiao Yang, "What happened, you tell me clearly."

Hearing the tone of his father's command, Xiao Yang had to tell the truth and told Sinmo what happened today. In the end, Sinmo looked back at me with extremely cold eyes, "You know she wants to kill you, do you still drink?"

"Why not?"

"But you don't know how powerful blood is?" Sinmo yelled at me for the first time.

"As long as it is the blood of a nobleman, the stronger the better, it is good for my injury, and good for my hunger and thirst." I smiled disapprovingly, and saw the housekeeper put the dinner on the table, I got up and walked over, "If Only eating human food every day, you think I really can survive."

"But if something happens..." Sinmo's anger was still not quenched, and he stared at me.

"Relax, with the master's strength, no noble's blood can hurt her." As a result, Shu Le suddenly interrupted and blocked Sinmo's reproach.

"This......"

"Okay, Lord Duke, let's eat first!" Xiao Yang didn't dare to make a sound, Sam stepped forward to make a round, and everyone was able to eat dinner safely.

"Never mind this matter, but I will send someone to investigate this West Asia." Sinmo said suddenly after eating almost.

"This is your business." I have no objection, and others dare not have any objection, especially the **** who lowered his head to eat, "but no matter what you find out, don't hurt her."

"Why?" Huya asked curiously. "She wants to kill you? And she used such a poisonous method."

"But she didn't kill me." I smiled faintly, glanced at the dude's astonishment, and turned to sinmo, "Originally, nobles are a very small ethnic group. If they still kill each other, then there will only be an extermination. ."

"This..." Sinmo looked at me for a moment, but then turned to Xiao Yang and smiled, "Look! You said Jing'er doesn't treat you as an older brother, I think Jing'er's heart is facing you."

"Jing'er..." Xiao Yang looked at me moved.

"I'm full." I got up and went upstairs. I was not interested in the touch of this playboy. Besides, what I said was the truth, because I knew very well that under the arrest of the angel, the current pure There are very few nobles, and they are about to cherish and protect animals. If I kill them so casually, I really can’t bear to be short.

Besides, I am very interested in this West Asia. Who made her stand behind her is the second generation!

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