"Huh?" Fu Huai tapped his lips lightly, and his tone was a little cheerful, "Really a supernatural person?"

Rong Huang kept his eyes away from Fu Huai, and tried to stubbornly resist, "Of course it is."

"Very good." Rong Huang quietly raised her head and glanced at Fu Huai, is she going to let her go?

Then I saw Fu Huai pointing at the instrument in the corner and said, "It happens that the instrument is also repaired. I want to see what kind of power you have."

Rong Huang almost bit his tongue, and stammered when he was nervous, "It's just a power system ability."

Fu Huai heard the soft tail sound of Rong Huang's last word, her eyes moved slightly, and she let go of her hand holding Rong Huang's chin.

When his eyes touched the red mark on Rong Huang's chin, Fu Huai thought to herself that the girl's skin was too delicate.

But there was a faint voice in his heart telling him that if it was heavier, wouldn't it be better to leave marks on the little girl?

Fu Huai slowly closed her eyes, forcibly repelling this gloomy emotion, "Go."

Rong Huang tried his best not to make himself look scared, and walked to the edge of the instrument with his head straight up.

"Don't accidentally break it again. After all, repairing this kind of instrument requires a lot of money." Fu Huai's voice sounded behind her, and Rong Huang's fist was quietly loosened.

How does the dog man know what she is thinking?

But this is not the point. Rong Huangyi righteously said that he would not, and then tremblingly put his hand on the instrument.

After a while, nothing happened.

Rong Huang: Shark me.

"Strong power?" Fu Huai strolled to Rong Huang, her voice low and magnificent, "Huh?"

Rong Huang's refusal to speak means that he would not speak in death.

Fu Huai didn't care either, flipped his fingertips and moved very quickly to move closer to Rong Huang's arm.

Rong Huang felt a brief tingling in his arm. He looked down and saw that the blade between Fu Huai's fingers made a very thin wound on the thin white skin.

It's just that the blood shed a little earlier, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not even a trace was left.

Rong Huang: "!!!"

"In the previous research report of Dr. Zhang, it was mentioned that high-ranking zombies have a strong healing ability, so you..." Fu Huai was interrupted by Rong Huang before he finished speaking. You, I am a supernatural power."

Fu Huai's long, narrow and dark eyes narrowed slightly, with a smile, "The instrument just didn't detect any abilities of you."

Rong Huang's eyes flashed slightly, wishing to slap himself to death, and continued to stiff his mouth, "No, just..."

"Just what?" Fu Huai smiled, reaching out and raising Rong Huang's arm.

The little girl was born extremely white, and her skin was like milk.

That little blood coagulated on the skin, and the red and white collided with amazing colors.

It is the easiest thing that makes people unable to help but breed dark emotions.

Fu Huai's Adam's apple moved slightly, and before Rong Huang could react, he lowered his head and picked up the tip of his tongue lightly.

Rong Huang's forearm numb, and he wants to break free, but Fu Huai is firmly held on.

Rong Huang could only watch Fu Huai's incomparable ghost stick out the tip of his tongue and lick the blood stains, making goosebumps all over his body.

Is Fu Huai's servant again guilty of snake essence disease?

Ma Ma, she is so scared.

Rong Huang's arms trembled, but he still couldn't shake Fu Huai's hand from his arm.

"What are you doing?" Rong Huang's wet eyes were shy, and he wanted to slap the man in front of him to death.

But even if this is just a ray of spirit that Feng Xi has split up, it can still easily suppress Rong Huang who wants to shake the sky.