Chapter 145

Bai Haotian approached Mo Xiaofan’s face and smelled it. ‘Wow! Human blood smells so sweet!’

Subconsciously, Bai Haotian licked his mouth. Then he touched the blood on Mo Xiaofan’s face with his finger and put it into his mouth to have a taste.

‘The taste is not bad!

Some said that Majins used to feed on human, and we would lock them up as stock food. It seemed that this was not a rumor. Human are indeed tasty to us.’

Mo Xiaofan’s eyes opened wide; he then smacked Bai Haotian on his back and shouted in panic, “Spit it out! Now! You can’t eat my blood! It will kill you!”

That smack was so hard that Bai Haotian felt hurt as hell.

“What are you doing?”

Bai Haotian pushed Mo Xiaofan away and looked at him, speechless.

Mo Xiaofan was stunned and pointed at him in surprise, “You… are… you are fine! How is that even possible?”

‘That’s impossible! It’s impossible that someone can be alright after tasting my blood!’

“Well, you almost slapped the sh*t out of me.” Bai Haotian complained angrily.

But he also noticed Mo Xiaofan’s expression. He was very flustered and terrified.

“Hey, are you all right?” Bai Haotian poked Mo Xiaofan.

“No, I’m fine. I’m heading back to my room now.”

Mo Xiaofan got off from bed and ran out of the room; his face was pale.

“Hey! What are you doing? Aren’t you going to sleep with me? ”

Bai Haotian shouted, but Mo Xiaofan was gone already, and his footsteps gradually faded away.

“Ugh, what was that for?” Bai Haotian looked completely speechless.

‘Is it because that I scraped his face, so he’s angry at that now?’

“Well… Anyone would probably be angry at that tho.”

Bai Haotian didn’t chase him; instead, he just went right back to bed.

“Never mind, sleeping time!”

He pulled the quilt up, closed his eyes and really fell asleep.

Mo Xiaofan, who was running back to his room, rushed into the bathroom in panic and turned on the showerhead right away.

When the water landed on his body, steam surrounded him and the sound of water runningcould be heard.

“Please, don’t come out, don’t come out.”

Mo Xiaofan grabbed his own wrist painfully. Suddenly his hand turned into a monster-like claw with rough skin and dark long nails.

“I told you, don’t come out.”

Mo Xiaofan roared desperately, but half of his face also slowly turned into the look of a monster, with a dark horn on his head, and one of his pupils was showing terrifying red color.

Mo Xiaofan’s tears immediately ran down his face; he was crying helplessly.

“Why? Why don’t you listen to me? Why? I told you not to come out. Go back. I don’t need you. ”

Mo Xiaofan roared again; he kept gnashing his teeth and grabbing his wrist. He was doing these with all his strength, and his lower lip was bleeding for he bit it too hard. Blood fell from his chin to the floor, which immediately burnt several dark holes on the floor and smoke was coming out from them.

“Medicine… medicine…”

Mo Xiaofan stumbled out of the room, rummaged through his bag for his medicine.

Eventually he found his medicine, so he hurriedly opened the bottle, swallowed the pills on his hand and patted on his own chest as if that could help the pills be swallowed down as soon as possible.

After a while, he fell on his knees and sat on the ground. His monster-like face slowly recovered, and his claws changed back to his human fingers.

He changed his wet clothes silently, got on the bed with a quilt wrapping himself tightly. He was sniffing and biting his own lips, trying to stop himself from crying.

‘I had been doing well in suppressing it for so long. Why would it come out all of a sudden?

Is it because the cut that the young master just scraped on my face and it was provoked by that wound?’

Mo Xiaofan took the mirror over and checked on the place where Bai Haotian had just cut.

But the wound had healed already, as if it had never been injured.

Seeing that his wound was gone, Mo Xiaofan began to shed tears again. He threw the mirror away angrily and cursed, “Monster, monster.”

“Why? Why? I am a human. Why would it torture me like that? ”

Mo Xiaofan hugged himself, sobbing.

He hated his own body.