17 To Me, Plunder Is the Way to Go.

As soon as the words fell, Gu Mengmeng gently scraped the mark of the black wolf with her fingernails.

A slight stinging sensation was accompanied by a flash of white light.

Elvis appeared behind Harold like a messenger from hell.

Gu Mengmeng smiled gently, without moving, watching Harold's pupils shaking violently. Years of licking blood on the tip of a knife made him more sensitive to danger than ordinary people.

His inner fear was all written on his face, but he didn't have the courage to look back.

The strong smell of blood enveloped him, and the clacking sound seemed like someone was moving the joints of his neck to prepare for an attack.

The hand holding the crutch began to tremble, he took a deep breath, and then swung it back suddenly.

There was a button on the crutch, and after pressing it, a sharp blade would pop out from one side of the crutch.

If this full-strength knife hit, it should be able to cut a person in half directly.

However, the knife he swung did not touch anyone.

He looked behind him in confusion and looked around.

He didn't believe that his feeling was wrong. The bloody smell was so strong, how could it be an illusion?

"What happened? You are so dirty." Gu Mengmeng's voice sounded beside the bed, seemingly careless, without any awareness that she was being kidnapped by others, but as if she was talking to her husband at home.

Harold turned around suddenly, holding his crutches in both hands and looking at Gu Mengmeng on the bed defensively.

And this time, he also saw the bloody and seductive man, who was as gloomy as the king in hell stepping on thousands of dead bones, and the corners of his lips were slightly curled, emitting a cold light like the sickle of the god of death.

The pair of blue demon eyes slightly raised, casually facing Harold's tense and embarrassed defense, and said calmly as if looking at a dead person: "I was locked in a strange room, and the wall was electrified, so I couldn't get out. I was worried that something happened to you, but I didn't see you calling me, so I was bored and bit a few males who came to the door to kill them, and killed the waiting time a little."

"Transformed?" Gu Mengmeng completely ignored Harold, and only used her little hand to gently wipe the blood from the corner of Elvis' mouth, and said coquettishly, "It's so dirty."

"No." Elvis replied with a smile. No matter how fierce the murderous aura he exuded, when his eyes touched Gu Mengmeng, there was always a unique tenderness: "Transforming casually in this world will cause trouble."

He was not afraid of trouble, but he didn't want Xiao Meng to be unable to stay in this world she liked because of the trouble he caused.

So, although he could dig open the broken door with one claw as long as he showed his true form, he still held back in order not to cause trouble for Xiao Meng.

Gu Mengmeng understood Elvis's idea, so she gave him an approving smile, patted his hands and said, "This little old man wants to buy you. Do you think I should ask for a sky-high price and cheat him out of it? I'll take the money and you'll come back?"

Gu Mengmeng's tone was too obviously sarcastic and teasing. When she looked up at Harold again, she felt that his nervousness, defense and fear formed a sharp contrast with the two people sitting on the bed and flirting affectionately, which was even a little funny.

Elvis followed Gu Mengmeng's line of sight and looked at Harold, with a sinister smile, and said lightly, "Why bother? Since Xiao Meng wants his wealth, I'll help you rob it. After all... for me, robbing is the right thing to do. The winner eats alone, which is natural."