Vampire's Physical Problem

Behind him.

Jasliven was still dressed up, and there was nothing wrong with her body.

She quickly walked forward and pushed Moson hard.

"Useless!

"Get out of the way! "

The Traveler God moved aside in embarrassment.

Jasliven lay down on the sofa in the carriage lounge area again. She skillfully took out a cigar from the cabinet next to her and lit it for herself as she cursed in a low voice,

"Vampires really can't do it!

"What's the point of drinking so much blood all day?

"Can it be used in key areas? "

Moson turned his head and sighed.

"I was forced to change my body…"

However, the more he explained, the paler and more powerless his words became.

Even the fangs that appeared at the corner of his mouth seemed to have become mini and cute.

In the end…

He did not even dare to make a sound.

Even the gaze that he looked at Matthew had an additional hint of a bitter smile.