Ultra: Little Zombie's Expired Food

She just suddenly merged enough genes to obtain a new form, and she was a little bit floating. She wanted to play a pity and gain sympathy, but from the look of Belia, it seemed that she was really...

Bai Luo spoke cautiously: "Belia?"

Belia hugged Bai Luo tightly in his arms and comforted him in a gentle voice: "We will be there soon."

"it is good."

Feeling guilty, Bai Luo curled up into a ball obediently, acting like a well-behaved quail.

It always feels like the calm before the storm, so calm that it’s a little scary.

After returning to the residence, Bai Luo sat obediently on the sofa.

Beria ordered in a cold tone: "Take off your clothes."

Bai Luo didn't dare to ask why, and responded obediently: "Oh."

As the clothes fell to the ground, the wound on Bailu's back was exposed to the air. Some gravel embedded in the skin, and the back was a bloody mess.

Looking at the wound on Bailuo's back, Belia's eyes became colder: "Why don't you defend yourself?"

Bai Luo hung his head and said pitifully, "I was afraid you would think that I was hurting Xiao Dianxin."

Belia took out medicine and tweezers and removed the gravel from Bai Luo's back bit by bit.

"Cry if it hurts."

"Crying is the most useless method."

"You can rely on me."

"Beria."

"Ok?"

"I want your light fluid."

"it is good."

Belia put down the medicine bottle in his hand and stretched his wrist in front of Bai Luo. Bai Luo looked into his eyes and whispered in his heart:

Sorry, she never thought about having a relationship with Ao from the beginning, she just coveted Ao's genes and the light that Ao possessed.

Bai Luo did not bite Belia's wrist, but his shoulder. This time he did not simply suck the light liquid, but bit off a piece of Belia's flesh and blood.

Belia subconsciously tried to shake off Bai Luo, his eyes filled with doubt: "You..."

Bai Luo swallowed the blood and flesh in his mouth, and his lower body turned into sticky tentacles, and he pried open Belia's hand that was covering the wound little by little: "Being with me, you should have been prepared to be eaten, right?"

The pain in his heart was not even one ten-thousandth of the pain from being bitten by Bai Luo, but Belia still asked persistently: "Do you really just treat me as a reserve of food?"

Bai Luo nodded: "Well, I never lie."

She just never said what she was going to do.

Belia smiled self-deprecatingly. Bai Luo did say that, but he still had inappropriate thoughts about the ignorant Bai Luo.

All four of Belia's limbs were entangled by sticky tentacles, and he had no way to resist. He could only watch Bai Luo press on him and bite the wound again.

"If you really want to eat me, can't you just give me a quick death?"

The feeling of having his body eaten away bit by bit was painful, but it was far less painful than the heartache. Unconsciously, he developed real feelings for Bai Luo.

Bai Luo licked the blood on her lips and tried to bite Belia as miserably as possible. That way, when she made a scene, no one would suspect Belia.

She still had some use for Belia. At least if she was caught by King Ao, Belia might ask for mercy based on their previous friendship: "Where is your alarm?"

Belia looked at Bai Luo warily: "What do you want to do?"

Bai Luo straightened his upper body, licked his lips stained with light liquid, and said something that made Belia feel cold all over: "I use you as bait. You know who I want to eat the most."

Belia turned his head and sneered: "I will not implicate my companions."

Bai Luo lowered his eyes and licked the light liquid that overflowed from the wound. He did not forget to apply eye drops to Belia: "Companions? They gave up on you a long time ago, didn't they?"

Beria turned his head away, stubbornly refusing to tell Bai Luo. Bai Luo sighed, turned his head back, and pressed his lips against his.

The taste of light liquid filled his mouth, and Belia opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

What does she want to do?

Bai Luo sat up straight with an unsteady breath: "Tell me, where is the alarm?"

Beria finally compromised: "On my wrist."