Tongtong's palm was empty; it had a normal color and not even a small wound.
"Daddy, what's wrong? The little insect didn't bite me." Tongtong was a clever child and guessed that Lu Han was worried about whether he had been injured when he saw him checking his hand.
He and his mother, Tang Su, were both very good to him.
When he grew up, he would definitely repay them well.
"Little insect? Do you think it's just a common little insect?" Lu Han raised an eyebrow, he stared intently at Tongtong, who was just like an ordinary child, his body even frailer than that of a normal child. How could he…
Could he be the same as him?
But if he had Universal Blood like him, those Poisonous Insects wouldn't be able to get close to Tongtong. However, the corpses of the Poisonous Insects could.
That's why Tongtong wasn't hurt.
Damn it, Lu Han once again wished that Professor Ming could be found sooner, or perhaps he would sense his urgent need and show up voluntarily.