Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

As he said that, the little guy suddenly tilted his head, blinked his soft eyes, and began to calculate.

"Well, you can't change now, there are still many things to be resolved at home, and you seem to be very busy here, so I can't trouble you..."

She is still thinking carefully.

But in the next second, the man's long and slender hands suddenly grabbed the little head that was shaking and fixed her in place.

In the exquisite jewel-like eyes, there is a thick strangeness and unbelievability: "What did you say?"

Clarence was shocked for quite a while, but suddenly his eyes narrowed, his expression serious.

The words were also full of displeasure, and he warned, "No, you can't become a monster like me!...In short, I don't allow it, you know?"

"Why……"

Hearing this, Xiang Xing couldn't help pursing his mouth in depression.

She puffed up her round cheeks, lowered her head, and muttered silently, "You can live to be hundreds of years old, but I can only live to be dozens of years old. It's not fair at all..."

Hmph, when the time comes, she, an ordinary person, will turn into a goose-faced old lady... But he is still a handsome young man!

Moreover, who knows if this handsome boy will fall in love with other women after she burps her fart, and then get along with others...

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy the little guy felt.

She paused, but as if she suddenly thought of something, she couldn't help but suddenly raised her head, and quickly stretched out her hands... towards Clarence's face.

This unexpected move startled the man slightly.

The next second, I saw that the little girl was moving her fingers and tearing his mouth vigorously.

"...?"

Clarence froze for a moment.

But he quickly understood, and while grabbing that little hand and hooping it, he frowned funnyly.

He said in a low voice, "Xing, don't you think that if you get scratched by my teeth, you can become a member of the blood clan?"

"... Otherwise?"

Xiang Xing was also taken aback by his rhetorical question.

In those western blockbusters, zombies are not all infected as zombies because of being bitten.

——It’s almost the same.

(Duck Ya: It's a lot worse...)

Seeing her silly and dazed appearance, Clarence wanted to laugh out loud, but felt that he loved her so much that he couldn't bear to tease her.

I had to cough lightly.

"Of course not."

As the man said, he straightened up suddenly, and made a serious appearance when he was teaching the children in the literature and history class.

The explanation said, "Being bitten or sucked by blood will only be poisoned by blood, and you will die directly after a period of pain."

"If you want to become a member of the blood race, you can only allow your body to accept the special blood from the blood race, and after a series of rejection reactions, let the blood flow into your heart... thus gradually replacing you Your own blood flows to your limbs."

"After this whole process is over, if you are still alive and retain all your consciousness, then you can become a real blood race... Otherwise, you can only be the lowest-level walking corpse."

After Clarence finished talking endlessly, he finally took a deep breath again, and squinted slightly at the little guy who was listening in a daze.

The corners of her lips twitched slightly, "How about it, do you still dare to become one of us?"