Chapter 8 Golden Blood, did they do that?
Under the current circumstances, Mo Ling really had no choice but to act according to the clan rules.

After all, she didn't want to have a time bomb like that by her side.

Thinking of this, Mo Ling's blood-red eyes slowly looked towards Ye Ling's carotid artery.

The terrifying visual ability made Mo Ling's eyes seem to have become a sophisticated scanning machine at this moment. Under these eyes, Ye Ling's jade-like skin, the clear bones, the crisscrossing meridians, and the slowly flowing blood were all displayed before his eyes without omission.

Under the bright moonlight, Mo Ling slightly opened her red lips, and her snow-white teeth swelled in the wind under the moonlight, and soon grew into four fangs more than an inch long, two above and two below.

At this moment, Mo Ling was like a starving beast, with madness and greed flashing in her scarlet eyes. She lowered her head at a ghostly speed, opened her sharp and bloody fangs, and bit Ye Ling's neck fiercely like a gust of wind.

In an instant, a bloody smell spread. Ye Ling sucked frantically, making creepy swallowing sounds in his throat, as if he wanted to drink up the blood of his prey. His hideous posture and crazy actions made people shudder, as if the whole world was caught in this terrifying and bloody dark vortex.

As the sweet and mellow blood flowed down his throat, Mo Ling almost went crazy.

She could feel that her own strength had improved significantly.

However, just as Mo Ling was feeling complacent about this incident and was about to suck Ye Ling into a dried corpse.

Suddenly, a strange feeling of burning heat came over me.

It was a sharp stinging and burning sensation that originated from within and spread outward, piercing deep into the bone marrow.

Before long, even Mo Ling's skin, as white as mutton-fat jade, began to burn under the bright moonlight.

The snow-white and delicate skin kept charring and then regenerating, as if it was undergoing a cruel torture and transformation.

"Ahhh!"

Mo Ling let out a painful scream that almost echoed throughout the entire manor.

"Owner!"

Outside the door, he had stood up again and was shouting anxiously to Mo Shan.

"Come in and die!"

Mo Ling endured the severe pain and roared.

The next moment, Mo Ling's graceful and ethereal figure suddenly retreated to the side at an extremely fast speed, and the look she gave Ye Ling had changed from the initial madness and craziness to deep taboo and fear.

At the same time, Mo Ling also tried his best to mobilize the ghost energy in his body that was like a vast and boundless ocean, trying to force the blood shining with golden light out of his body bit by bit.

However, the golden blood was like a leech attached to the bones, and in the fierce confrontation it actually caused the ghost energy in Mo Ling's body to retreat step by step.

"drink!"

Mo Ling shouted loudly, and complex lines appeared on his scarlet eyes.

After that, the ghost energy that had originally suffered a defeat actually forced back the golden blood little by little.

For a moment, golden blood kept dripping from the fingertips of Mo Ling's slender jade fingers, which were as green as green onions. The fingertips that were originally as bright and smooth as jade were now covered in blood and flesh, and even the shocking white bones were exposed.

And at this moment, the golden blood was dripping onto the carpet made of human skin, making a constant "sizzling" sound that made people's scalps tingle.

In just a few moments, the entire carpet in the room was burned into nothingness by the golden blood. Not even a trace of ash was left, only a charred mark.

Looking at the charred marks on the ground, combined with the previous situation, Mo Ling pondered for a long time and was shocked, "Could this be..."

"It seems that this is the only possibility."

"You're so lucky, little guy!"

Mo Ling looked at Ye Ling, whose neck wound had completely healed and who was now soundly asleep. Her eyes softened from the initial madness.

Then, Mo Ling closed his eyes and chanted a spell softly.

Countless black silk threads intertwined in the air, and then suddenly entangled Mo Ling.

A luxurious black evening dress also appeared on Mo Ling's originally naked beautiful body.

As the toes tapped the ground, a pair of black high heels slowly appeared.

Now Mo Ling is the arrogant queen again.

"Come in and clean up the room."

"Find some maids to change the baby's clothes and give him a bath."

Mo Ling's cold voice sounded. She didn't want those male ghost servants to defile Ye Ling's body, not even by touching it.

"Good host."

The next moment, a figure pushed the door open and walked in.

This door, which is cast with gold, can, to a certain extent, make the ghosts' ability to pass through walls ineffective.

Unless it is a ghost king of Mo Ling's level.

The person who came was none other than Mo Shan who had been waiting outside the door.

"Okay, I'm going to go get some sleep. Don't let anyone disturb me."

Mo Ling stopped, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Mo Shan with his cold eyes.

"Okay, I will definitely not let anyone disturb the master."

Mo Shan bowed ninety degrees again and said solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ling was no longer in the room, not even a trace of his presence was left.

Logically speaking, ghosts don't need to rest.

So Mo Ling must have something going on, or something important to do, under the pretext of resting.

But Moshan never asked.

Because he knew that would make Mo Ling unhappy.

Whenever she was unhappy, she would torture herself for fun.

I have enjoyed this for decades.

And Mo Shan seemed to be accustomed to this.

"Room 1, some maids of outstanding appearance, come and help our distinguished guest change clothes and take a bath."

Mo Ling communicated with the ghost servants through secret telepathy.

"Yes!!!"

Several light voices were heard.

The next moment, several beautiful female ghosts wearing high-slit cheongsams also appeared in Ye Ling's room.

Looking at the human with an extremely yin body in front of them, a hint of greed flashed in the eyes of several female ghost servants.

This is a great tonic for these ghosts.

If they could do that with each other, their lives would be worth it.

Powerful half-ghost offspring will completely change their social status.

"Don't have any evil thoughts, otherwise, you will die!"

Mo Shan couldn't see what these female ghost servants were thinking at the moment, so he warned them.

"Butler Mo, don't worry, we won't!"

"Yes, yes, yes, how dare we? This is the host's most distinguished guest."

"Even if we were given ten thousand guts, we wouldn't dare to have such evil thoughts!"

Under the powerful pressure from Mo Shan, the bodies of several female ghost servants were shaking like sieves.

Just as Mo Shan was about to leave, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the same color.

It was a bright red color, completely different from the purple blood that was unique to ghosts.

But Mo Shan knew that ghosts would shed scarlet blood under certain special circumstances.

Looking at the mess on the bed, Mo Shan felt heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)