Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Looking at the empty study room, Hall was in a daze when a piece of paper floated down in the air.

Hall raised his hand to catch it.

The paper says that the previously dangerous person has been resolved and will never appear again.

Hall's eyes flashed slightly, and he stuffed the note into the drawer.

After tidying up the messy documents and books on the table, Hall sat down and began to deal with affairs.

When everything was done, Hall looked at the time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

After leaving the study, Hall first glanced at Rong Huang's room.

The little girl was sleeping on all sides, two white and tender little jiojio draped on the quilt, and her ruddy little mouth was smashed twice from time to time, as if she was reminiscing about something delicious.

Hall raised his lower lip, walked lightly to the side of the bed, and gently put her two thin arms exposed outside the quilt into the quilt.

As soon as it was put in, the little girl groaned before the quilt was tucked in, and her hands came out again.

Hold paused, and once again stuffed Rong Huang's small claws into the quilt.

And before Rong Huang finished humming and ready to stretch out his hand again, tuck the quilt ball tightly under Rong Huang's body.

Rong Huang tried hard several times, but found that he still couldn't reach out. He closed his eyes and groaned anxiously. Both little jiojio stomped hard.

The result is still in vain.

I don't know how many tossing, Rong Huang finally stopped.

According to the previous method, Hall also stuffed Rong Huang's little jiojio in.

As a result, Rong Huang was tightly wrapped in a small quilt and became a small silkworm chrysalis.

A small pointed claw came out and held it back and loosened it.

The little girl finally gave up resistance and fell asleep.

The smile on Hall's face had never stopped, and he felt that Rong Huang was really cute.

I really don't know how she managed to rule a huge blood clan.

Thinking of how strong Rong Huang was when he beat someone last time, Hall seemed to understand.

Taking out his change of clothes from the closet, Hall went to the next room.

Although his relationship with Rong Huang has gone further, there are still some traditions in Hall's bones, and some things can only be done at the right time.

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Rong Huang was awakened by the noise downstairs.

After humming and tumbling on the bed for a long time, Rong Huang released his divine consciousness with a fierce expression on his face.

The king wants to see who dares to disturb the king's sleep.

Rong Huang saw a group of blond men and women as far as his divine consciousness could reach.

Rong Huang felt a bit familiar when he noticed their uniform clothing.

Hall was confronting them.

"We have received a report that a blood family lives in your manor, Duke Hall. Is it true or not?"

Hall didn't blink, "Fake."

"Duke Hall, the blood is the enemy of our mankind. As the Duke granted by His Majesty the King himself, you have to unite with all mankind."

Hall's slender fingertips pinched a cigar, handed it to his mouth and took a sip.

In the shallow mist, the man's every move was contemptuous and provocative.

"Blood? It has nothing to do with me."

The blood hunters of the blood hunting organization have different expressions.

But thinking that the man in front of him was a duke, he could only bear it for a lifetime.

Such a powerful identity is an arrogant capital.

"Duke Hall, please remember to see if anything abnormal has happened in this manor."

"Early this morning we received a report from your servant that there is a kinship here."