"Doctor repeatedly said that this is the specific manifestation of malnutrition." Mr. Mei said helplessly, "It has no effect except that it can be suspended in the air and fly slowly - I think I am a very useless monster."

"You know you're useless?" Duanmuze was stunned for a while, and finally came to his senses and immediately said, "You haven't come down yet, why are you showing off your wings?"

Mr. Mei had no choice but to flap his wings, landed from mid-air, and gently landed in the center of the luxurious and luxurious hall.

"Uncle, you are not a bat wing." Duanmu Baolian said, "You shouldn't go to the doctor to discuss. What else can the doctor do besides coaxing Xiao Tang? He can't tell the difference between the blood clan and the elves, I..."

Speaking of it later, Duanmu Baolian couldn't stand it. She couldn't help but clench her fists with her hands, separated her thumb and index finger, and looked downward, and looked downward and looked downward. Really, any normal person who just took a look at it would know that Mr. Mei's wings were definitely not bat wings, and they had nothing to do with the blood clan.

The light wing looks like the legendary elves, but it doesn't look very similar.

Of course, if an ordinary person saw Mr. Mei like this, he would be scared to death long ago and shouted: "Monster!"

How dare you study it? Is it bat wings, elf wings, or other races?

"Bao Lian, what do you mean is - I am not a blood clan?" Mr. Mei had never seen Twilight City, and he really didn't know what the blood clan looked like.

"Uncle, you are just like that. Please don't pretend to be a vampire. The vampire will never admit it. You have a promising future if you pretend to be an angel." Duanmu Baolian shook her head and sighed, "You can fly with wings, I don't know what I can do. I'm so depressed when I think about it.

Such a messy thing was done by my father.”

As she said that, she looked at Duanmuze with dissatisfaction.

Mr. Mei had already put away his wings and sat gracefully at the dining table. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing. Really, he was also worried these days, how did he tell Bao Lian about this?

Today Duanmuze wants to talk about the gene fusion test, so he said it first. Forget it, sooner or later she will know, and she can accept that Feng Tang is a thousand-year-old zombie, and that the old man of the Yuan family is a beautiful boy. There is no reason not to accept that he is a blood clan.

However, the little girl accepted it and said that he is not a blood clan, and the blood clan will not recognize him, he is just a fake one.

Then, this girl was still confused. It was also a genetic fusion test. He was a monster. He took a wing and could show off, but she had nothing.

Duanmuze was also a little depressed. He always regretted that he shouldn't have used Baolian to do such an inhumane experiment, making her a demon. So, when the doctor was about to come to Shanhaijun, he pretended to die and ran away.

He felt that he had no face to see Duanmu Baolian.

But he never thought about how this little girl had a brain? She was actually confused. She seemed to blame him - Mr. Mei had made a show of wings, why did she have nothing?

"Baolian, don't you have anything worth showing off?" Duanmuze asked, gritting his teeth.

"No, I'll be depressed when I mention it." Duanmu Baolian said dissatisfiedly, "I don't even show off my wings. How can I be a demon?"
Chapter completed!