Chapter 916: I like your rust smell (28)
Just as Xiang Xing couldn't understand, he saw Clarence raise his brows suddenly and sneered.
"Well, it will be dark in a while, I don't want to go home by night."
The man shrugged his shoulders jokingly and bowed to her, then turned around and left without looking back.
His pace seemed to be much faster than usual, and before long, Xiang Xing could no longer see the handsome and long back.
The little guy blinked, only tilting his head inexplicably.
Then silently turned around and went home.
However, she didn't know that shortly after that, when the setting sun was completely sinking in the foothills, the man had already hid in an unmanned dark alley, allowing the black elves to surround him.
After the little black guys suddenly dispersed, he restored his lonely and noble blood image, and began his night gluttonous feast.
For some reason, Clarence felt more hungry today than ever.
Until he really eats and drinks enough, it is already in the dead of night.
The ghostly black shadow, constantly flying and jumping in the night sky of the main city of Los Angeles, involuntarily came to No. 16 Victory Avenue.
The man sneaked into Xiang Xing's bedroom window in a familiar manner.
Under the gentle shower of moonlight, through the flimsy veil that swayed with the wind, one could vaguely see that gorgeous big bed, his little girl was shrunk in the bed, sleeping soundly.
Clarence's eyes flickered slightly, and finally he hooked the corners of his red lips arbitrarily and turned to sneak in.
Silently, he came to the little guy's bed, staring at her quietly and deeply in the dim moonlight.
After a while, he leaned over suddenly and sat down beside her.
Looking at the delicate face that was deeply asleep, quiet as an angel, the man's brows frowned, but he felt that he loved and hated him.
Hate her clean and pure, but love her clean and pure.
That was everything he wanted to have, but he couldn't seem to have it.
After thinking about it, a strange shimmer flashed across the man's purple and gold pupils again.
He paused for a moment, couldn't help but curl his lips deeply, and bowed his head down.
On that bright white cheek, there was a light kiss.
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At the same time, the fresh and unique smell of rust that only he could smell was constantly pouring into his nose.
The sharp fangs, under the influence of this degree, became more pointed and longer.
Clarenceton paused, knowing that he could no longer linger, so he got up slowly and decided to leave.
However, before he could take two steps, there was a rustling noise behind him.
Immediately afterwards, he unexpectedly felt that his hands were suddenly tight.
The warm and slender fingertips unexpectedly stretched out unconsciously and gripped his fingers tightly.
"Hoof... Don't fly away... Let me eat a few bites before leaving..."
Xiang Xing was talking about halazi while vaguely talking delicious dreams.
Hearing Clarence laugh suddenly, he couldn't help raising his other hand and glanced helplessly.
His slender and delicate hands could actually be regarded as a hoof by her.
I really don't know what to say.
The man sighed, then glanced back at the little fellow who was still sleeping.
She couldn't bear to pull her hand out so as not to wake her up.
He pondered for a moment, and had to sit down again, leaving her alone.
Until the end of the night, he flew out of the window again and disappeared into the bright sky.
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