Feeling the woman's small and soft arms wrap around his own, Zitu frowned and pulled his hand out of her arm.
But before taking two steps, Luo Jia leaned towards him again. This time, she directly grabbed his palm and no longer felt her touch through her clothes.
Her palms were so small, so soft, as fragile as... a baby, and it seemed that he would crush her with just a little force.
The disciple frowned and turned around. What met his gaze was the little girl with a somewhat flattering gaze, "Zitong asked you to protect me, you can't break your promise!"
The little girl's eyes are a very beautiful green, as beautiful as gems. With such clear gaze, even a person made of steel can't help but feel compassion.
What's more, the disciple's heart is not made of steel.
He is just a little dull, but he is by no means cold-blooded.
The fingers that had been half removed from the little girl's fingers were still there.
Seeing that he didn't let her go again, Luo Jia quickly held his hand and followed him out of the door.
Outside the hall, the elite vampires in the manor were all ready to go.
Seeing Luo Jia walking out next to her disciple, everyone's eyes immediately moved towards her.
There is an elder's blood from Beichen in the disciple's body. That kind of blood is enough to scare these lower vampires, but Luo Jia is different.
In her body, there is fresh young blood, delicate skin, soft blood vessels... This kind of food is undoubtedly their favorite. Unlike the higher vampires, these lower vampires are more primitive and more direct.
Each one of them showed his fangs and looked at Luo Jia with greedy eyes. Luo Jia shrank nervously behind his disciples.
Naturally, Beichen didn't see Luo Jia in his eyes. He just looked at everyone calmly and then walked towards the helicopter.
The disciple followed closely behind, and the little girl Luo Jia hugged his hand tremblingly and trotted beside him.
A low-level vampire standing next to the helicopter saw her approaching and finally couldn't help but reach out and grab her arm.
"ah!"
Luojia screamed.
puff!
Before he grabbed her, a cold light flashed, and the guy's arm broke off, falling to the ground with a deep sound.
The disciple flew up and kicked away the vampire who had lost his arm. He held the little girl in his arms with his left arm and held the bloody knife in his right arm. His eyes slowly passed over those who were eyeing Luo Jia.
Guy.
"She's mine, no one is allowed to touch her. Do you hear me?"
These last four words are domineering and majestic.
Feeling the fierce killing intent released from his body, these guys took a step back timidly.
Luo Jia glanced at the bloody arm on the ground and nervously grabbed his shirt, not daring to open her eyes.
This was the first time she encountered such a bloody scene, and it was really too exciting.
The disciple turned around and looked at the little girl holding a green plant in one hand and clutching his shirt with the other, frowning irritably.
Women are such trouble!
His eyes swept over her white and tender slender fingers that were grasping his gray shirt. With a little effort, Zitu hugged her tightly to the ground with only one hand. He put the knife back into the sheath with his backhand. He strode forward with her in his arms.
Helicopter.
He walked into the helicopter, and then the lower vampires walked into the helicopter.
Taking Luo Jia to the independent cabin in front, the disciple put her on the ground, looked at her fingers that were still holding on to his shirt, frowned and said, "You can let go."