Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 64: Please Start Your Show (10)

The Blood Clan in the moonlight showed its fangs because he heard this name, and his eyes fell on Zong Que's face and said, "It's me, are you coming down by yourself, or am I catching you?"
He expected to see the flustered look on the man's face, but only saw the usual calmness, as if he expected to be discovered one day.
"You're a vampire!" The butler tried to stop in front of Zong Que, his breathing was a little rapid.
"I'll come down myself." Zong Que got up, looked at the young man's red eyes that seemed to be dripping blood, held the butler's shoulder and got out of the car, and the next moment was directly pinched by the slightly retreating blood clan and pressed on the car, the sound of glass breaking came, Zong Que frowned slightly, and met the young man's approaching eyes.
Those dark red eyes were like jewels, with a light smile in them, but more cool.
"Why, do you think I won't do anything to you?" Joel slowly tightened the hand that pinched his neck, looked at the blood that slowly flowed from the side of the man's cheek because of the broken glass, leaned over and licked it gently, "Your blood is indeed delicious."
"Kill me for a limited number of tastings." Zong Que was calm, his breathing was slightly unsteady, but his expression and mood did not fluctuate much.
When in danger, panic and fear only disturb reason and affect judgment, and the force now in his neck is far from fatal.
"You really know." Joel looked at him and smiled, "You think I won't kill you, right?" Then you guessed it, I really won't kill you, because your special grade blood can let me taste it for a long time, I won't kill you now, but I will let the blood on your body drain little by little.
"What's in the drawer I can explain." Zong Que looked at him and said.
"I don't want to hear it!" Joel's eyes lit up and let go of his neck, but his hand clasped his shoulder, and his fangs rubbed the side of his neck, "I will never listen to your rhetoric again!" The
fangs touched, and there were golden runes flashing on Zong Que's neck, and Joel was caught off guard and retreated, a trace of blood slipped from the corner of his lips, and his eyes looked at the man warily: "Holy See things."
He was guarding against him from the beginning, humans and blood races are like sheep and wolves, they will never live in peace, they will always be mortal enemies.
He should not expect from humans, because they are natural enemies in the first place, and falling into the flock will only embarrass themselves.
Zong Que looked at the young man's guarded eyes, took out the talisman from his pocket and said, "Rushing at night, this is to prevent other vampires from carrying it." The
natural disparity in strength between humans and vampires is too great, without a little self-defense, it will only be reduced to fish on the chopping block, and it is not only humans who have to watch out for survival in this world.
Yoel stood up straight, casually wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and smiled: "How long do you think this kind of thing can resist me?" The
human Holy See is indeed a threat to the Blood Clan, but it is only a talisman.
Zong Que looked at the boy with ruthless eyes, but he saw sadness from under his eyes, because he cared, so he felt that he was particularly angry when he was betrayed, and all this stemmed from the lack of trust between them.
Because of the distinction between humans and bloods, he did not fully trust the other party, and the other party did not trust him.
This conflict will break out sooner or later, just faster than he expected.
"Joel, if you do something to the count, the Holy See will not let you go." The housekeeper easily regained his composure and looked at the two people facing each other outside the car and said.
1314 can't wait to cover his face oppositely, the housekeeper himself said that the contradiction between the little couple should not interfere casually, he himself also knowingly committed it, causing fire to himself.
Joel's eyes fell on the butler's body, the red light in it flowed slightly, and he tilted his head slightly and smiled: "Do you think I will be afraid?" You can tell them that my name is Jolja Combed.
His figure moved lightly, his steps approached slowly, and the butler was full of guard, but Zong Que looked at the butler and said, "Don't reveal this matter."
"Are you worried I'm going to kill them?" Joel stopped at Zongque's side, put his arm on his shoulder, and played with his earlobe with his fingers and laughed, "You really protect humans, and studying my saliva is also for them, huh?"
"Just out of curiosity." Zong Que said.
"Master..." the butler frowned.
"Do as I say." Zong Que looked at the teasing boy next to him.
Although he can restrain people, it will only deepen the misunderstanding, and once it really reaches the point where you die and I live, they will really be over.
Misunderstandings arise from him, and should be solved by him, and should not involve others.
"Are you fawning over me?" Joel touched his cheek lightly, leaned close to his ear and smiled, "If you have been so obedient, I will be lighter when I suck blood, in fact, there is a paralyzing effect in the saliva of the blood clan, it will make humans feel no pain, but will be addicted to it, and lose their lives little by little in beautiful dreams." Zongque's
breath was light, Joel smiled, his eyes were cold, he hugged Zongque's waist, looked at the worried housekeeper on the side, and said: "You'd better tell the Holy See as soon as possible, because if you suck blood every day, Eberlan's life will die in a month, and if you don't come in time, then what I will give you back is a corpse."
His voice fell, and he had already disappeared from the place with Zong Que.
The leaves rattled in the wind, and the night was silent, alternating only with the sound of heavy breathing and the sound of horses.
The coachman waited for a long time before he asked in a low voice: "Butler, what should I do now?" The
butler was also breathing heavily, and the master's order was not to look for it, but the vampire was obviously not easy to mess with, and once the owner's life was endangered, the entire manor would return to its old shattering.
His hands and feet were a little soft, and his heart was a little cold, the boy who had been with him for so long turned out to be a legendary vampire, and he had been with them for so long.
"Butler?" The coachman asked again.
"Block the news first, and then notify the Holy See after seven days if there is no news." The butler took a compromise.
The master's command is the supreme order in the manor, and anyone who makes a decision against the order will be expelled, and it turns out that every decision made by the master has his own purpose, which does not require clever modification by others.
"But that's a demon!" The coachman's hands and feet were a little soft.
Suddenly appeared, and suddenly disappeared, if he wanted to take people's lives, the Holy See could not stop him at all.
"For the safety of your family, this secret must be kept." The butler supported the seat, and his body still trembled slightly, "Go, let's go."
"Yes..." In the night, the carriage drove into the distance.
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The woods were dense, and the cold moonlight didn't know when it turned into a blood-red color, and when Joel fell in the fiery red rose field, Zong Que saw the castle next to the flower field shrouded in blood-red moonlight.
The flowers swayed in the wind, and everything here seemed to smell of blood.
[Host, do you want an infinite blood cow pill? ] 1314 asked.
The task subject is so angry that it is inevitable to suck blood.
It is impossible for the host to study what is bad, to study the daughter-in-law and children, and it is impossible not to be angry.
[Not required for the time being.] When Zong Que was let go by the blood clan beside him, a blood clan wearing a butler's uniform walked out of the castle.
His figure looked far away, but he arrived in front of him in an instant, silver-white hair, but his face was very young, his blood-red eyes fell on Zong Que, the kind of eyes that completely looked at the prey withdrew, and respectfully saluted: "Master, you are back, is this a guest?"
"No, he is my exclusive blood slave, Burris, arrange a room for him and prepare human food, I don't want the level of his blood to be lowered." A smile curled at the corner of Joel's lips, "Welcome to my castle, Eberland."
Zong Que looked at him and said, "Thank you."
Joel's eyes changed for a moment, and the next moment he smiled affectionately: "Ebran, there are many blood clans and vampires living in my castle, you must not walk around in the room, otherwise something will happen, it may last less than a month."
"Hmm." Zong Que answered.
"Mr. Ebram, please follow me." Burris looked at the man who looked very much like a blood clan and invited.
The smell of special blood, no wonder the owner will play outside for so long this time.
Zong Que followed his figure and stepped into the castle, which was only shrouded in moonlight.
There is no candle flame here, but the blood-red moonlight that penetrates is enough to illuminate the road ahead, the blood red and the pitch black are mixed, and the sound of the wind is isolated, but Zong Que's own footsteps sound here, and the blood clan leading the way in front walks without footsteps.
"This place is terrible. 1314 whispered.
[Lack of music.] Zong Que said.
If you want to create a terrifying atmosphere, you can't do without that horrible music, and there is still a little lack, but there is no problem in bluffing humans who have not seen horror movies.
Burris's steps stopped in the doorway, his gaze fell on the unhurried man behind him, only to find that he did not have the fear displayed by humans who had been here for the first time.
It is no wonder that such a person has a very high status among humans in a very short time: "How is this castle compared to your estate?"
"Very unique aesthetic." Zong Que said, "It would be better if you could let in the sound from outside."
Burris was stunned and smiled: "You are really an interesting person, this is your room, I hope you can live happily."
Zong Que opened the door and looked at the room that was also shrouded in moonlight, "I need candle fire."
"There is on the table, I hope you don't come out at night, don't open the door when you hear a knock, the night is the time for blood tribe activities, it may make you experience something not very wonderful." Burris laughed.
"Isn't the blood clan good at controlling its own subordinates?" Zong Que asked.
Burris's eyes were cold for a moment, and it was not a good thing for the blood slave to question the rules of the blood clan and submit to the master: "I will try to restrain them, but you know, no matter how good the rules are, there will always be some who are not very obedient, do you want to joke with your life?"
"Okay, thanks." Zong Que walked into the room and closed the doorway.
The door was closed without hesitation, and the smile at the corner of Burris's lips disappeared, and he touched his lips and sighed: "What I said is true." It
is said that its taste is very delicate, comparable to the blood clan of the blood prince, and it is catalyzed no less than the ancestor.
And that person's body was obviously scarred, and the blood qi was constantly lingering, which was very challenging the self-control of the blood clan.
If it weren't for the fear of being twisted by the owner, he would also want to try it.
Burris turned to leave, and Zongque lit the candle on the table, the furnishings here were slightly heavy, everything was laid out in dark red, even if there were candles shining, it seemed to be covered with blood.
The room was cleaned up, Zong Que opened the closet and took out a loose-looking pajamas from it, he had just arrived here, but the clothes fit his figure very well, it should have been just prepared.
There was no bathroom in the room, and when Zong Que unbuttoned his clothes and changed his clothes, he heard a knock at the door: "Hello, this is hot water for you."
Zong Que buttoned his pajamas, opened the door, and looked at the blood clan who was carrying hot water alone, "Come in."
The blood-red eyes of the blood tribe standing outside deepened for a moment, casually lifted the full bathtub and walked in, licking his lips where Zong Que couldn't see: "Please rest as soon as possible, don't destroy your biological clock."
"Well, thanks." Zong Que watched the other party go out and closed the doorway.
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"Master, already settled." Burris walked to the top of the castle and stood respectfully behind the Bloods sitting on the edge of the balcony.
"Did he react with fear?" The boy looked at the moonlight and gently shook his legs and asked.
"It's this very different, and he suggested that it would be better to let the sound from the outside penetrate the castle." Burris said.
"Maintaining a calm mood also contributes to the relegation of Extra Blood." Joel turned his eyes to the butler behind him and smiled, "He's funny, isn't he?"
"Yes." Burris said, "Such a human being is very special, coupled with special blood, it is easy to arouse the interest of other blood races.
And those blood clans are not limited to this castle, they may not want to offend the owner here, but they are happy to exchange something for a glass to taste.
"Then don't divulge the news." Joel grinned, "You can do it, right?" Those
who are not capable of doing things in the blood clan will be eliminated, and those who go against the will of their masters will lose their lives.
Burris said respectfully, "Of course.
It's just that his bloody eyes lifted lightly, looking at the owner who looked at the moonlight again, but a thought crossed his mind.
Did the master really treat that man only as an exclusive blood slave?
He had served his master for so long, and whether he was angry or happy or could see it was generally unpleasant to him, no matter what his status, he had sunk to the ground, but the man could keep him tolerant of his presence.
"Burris, don't speculate on my mood." The boy who looked up at the moonlight raised his tone slightly.
Burris was shocked for a moment, and bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, please forgive me, there won't be another time."
Joel held on to the railing and floated down gently from there.
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Zong Que took a shower and closed the curtains and went to bed, but he was not in a hurry to sleep, but took a book on the bookshelf in the room and flipped through it.
The candle flame flickered, the curtains were lifted from the outside, Zong Que looked over, a young man in a dark red vest was sitting there, with a smile at the corner of his lips that seemed to have just slipped home, pure and mischievous.
[Host, the little vampire gas has disappeared? 1314 asked.
Could it be that the desire to lock up the host has been fulfilled, and the mood is great?
[None. Zong Que looked at the boy who jumped down from the window and said.
In this case, the happier you laugh, the deeper your heart knot.
"You really haven't slept yet." The young man walked to the side of the bed under Zong Que's gaze, casually suppressed his book, looked at the horror story described on it and smiled, "This really can't scare you."
"A lot of exaggerated rhetoric is used, and the story is not very strong." Zong Que looked at him and asked, "Can I change it to a normal book?"
"Of course, I hope you stay in a good mood here." Joel laughed, "So all your material needs will be met, except that after you die, these uses will be withheld from your property."
"You can take all the property when I die." Zong Que looked at him and said, "Most of them are gold coins and gemstones, so you shouldn't have to worry about money for a while." The smile on
the corner of Joel's lips disappeared for a moment, and he leaned closer and smiled: "Ebran, I'm hungry." In
the past, hunger could only eat human food, but now it is to suck blood.
Zong Que closed the bookmark on the book clip in his hand, untied the neckline and said: "Be careful not to smoke too much, if you only have one bite a day, it will not hinder your health, but if you have no control, it may last less than a month, and the quality of blood will also decline, if you want to maintain the original quality, you have to wait at least half a year."
Joel looked at his unfastened neckline, his teeth were a little itchy, he took off his shoes and went to bed, straddled the man's body, and when he approached his neck, fangs grew out: "Do you still want to teach me moderation at this time?"
"You can not do what I say." Zong Que reached out and pressed his head against his neck and said, "The talisman is in the pocket of the original clothes. Not
on the body.
Joel's teeth touched his neck, but his gaze fell on the man's side cheek, no matter what kind of environment he was in, he seemed to have few emotional fluctuations, did he think he really wouldn't move him? Or is he not afraid of death at all?
He was a cautious man, otherwise he could not control the movements of the nobles and the royal family, why would he put that kind of thing in such an obvious place as the bedroom?
The blood vessels on the side of the neck are constantly beating, this is the large artery of the human body, once bitten, the blood will instantly rush into the mouth, just leaning here, you can smell the rich blood fragrance.
Joel opened his mouth, his teeth pierced there, blood gushed into his mouth, no matter what, this man studied him as a fact, and they had no turning back.
Instead of struggling, why not stay sane and buy yourself time?
Joel's teeth left from there, the wound pierced by the fangs recovered in an instant, the residual blood was gently licked away, this person was cold, but his blood was scalding, so that people without feelings would also have a hot heart?
Joel left from there, licked the corner of his lips and smiled: "It's even more delicious than I expected, you are really willing."
Zong Que touched his neck, no matter how many times he saw it, the saliva of the blood tribe was indeed very magical: "Is it okay?"
"It's okay today." Joel lay on his chestLaughing, "You are really a smart person, knowing that resistance is useless, so you simply do not resist."
"I need sleep to replenish my strength." Zong Que looked at him and said.
"I know, but you don't think being my blood slave is just about satisfying your appetite, do you?" Joel reached out and hooked his chin and said, "I wouldn't be as lenient with you as I used to."
"Tomorrow, I'm a little tired today, I'm not interested." Zong Que held his hand and said.
"So I prepared this for you." Joel took a pill out of his sleeve and smiled, "This will keep you excited all night."
Zong Que looked at the pill, held his hand and took it under his nose and sniffed: "People will be wasted once you use it, are you sure you want to use it?" [
Host, I have a kidney tonic here, and there will definitely not be any sequelae! ] 】1314 Family Recommendation.
Joel's face changed slightly, and he took the pill and looked at it in front of him: "This is the medicine that the blood clan has always used, don't you lie to me?" He
can only use it once, so won't his happiness last only one night?
"I'm a doctor." Zong Que said.
It's good that he didn't say this, as soon as he said this, a sneer appeared at the corner of Joel's lips: "Then do you have any alternative medicines?" Although I don't want you to abolish it once, after all, you are still quite comfortable serving, but I don't want to restrain now, even if it is abolished, I can find someone else.
"Really looking for someone else?" Zong Que let go of his hand and asked.
Joel met his calm gaze, and there was an inexplicable panic in his heart, they themselves would have no results, this person was only using him as a research object, but he had a feeling that he was going to be abandoned: "What if I find someone else?"
"It won't be good, you have the right to get out of the car at any time." Zong Que looked at him and said, "But if it's just to make me unhappy, don't say this kind of thing lightly."
Because the end of a relationship is the end, even if you are reluctant, you will only forget and will not reminisce.
Joel met his eyes, and for a moment felt that he was serious, all the special treatment before, if he chose to give up, they would become strangers completely.
And the so-called stranger, like the manor said Katri, he will not talk nonsense with him, but will let people drive him away directly, banish from his world, and not be allowed to enter.
Joel's fingers tightened slightly, and he got up from the bed and walked out the window, but he stopped by the window and pulled the curtain: "Don't think that if you hold my mind, I will show mercy to you, I..."
At this point, he still had hopes for him.
His body trembled slightly under the moonlight, Zong Que looked at his back, lifted the quilt and got up, hugged his waist from behind, clasped his hand: "Only the one I just said is the bottom line, today is really tired, tomorrow after resting can satisfy you."
Joel took his hand away and left a message as he jumped out the window: "Who needs your satisfaction!"
The figure disappeared, and the night breeze poured in because of the open window, Zong Que closed the window, closed the curtains and walked back to the bed, extinguishing the candle flame.
[Host, what are you going to do next?] 1314 asked.
[Adopt the experience of predecessors.] Zong Que said.
He thinks rationally, but the other party's thinking jumps, feelings control reason, and forcing reason will only get a more defiant attitude.
He is not very good at dealing with such problems, but he can borrow the experience of his predecessors.
【What experience?】 1314 asked.
[Noisy at the end of the bed, noisy at the end of the bed. Zong Que closed his eyes and said.
At least the other party is now willing to go to bed, which is also a way to solve the problem.
1314 was silent for a moment, and instantly excited: [Host, kidney tonic potion! ]
【No. Zong Que said.
[Host, don't be shy. 】1314 highly recommended.
Zong Que said a word,
[I'm sorry! 1314 immediately kowtows and realizes that the system has no special treatment for the host.
You have the ability to report the little vampire!
The Blood Clan's castle was still quite lively at night, but this night was unusually quiet.
The bloodline coercion belonging to the high-level blood clan covered the entire castle, interpreting the owner's extremely bad mood.
Joel stood on the balcony watching the moonlight, his hand gripping the fence tightly, applying finger indentations on it.
At that moment, he was actually afraid, he dared to bring this man back, dared to let him be his own blood slave, as if he subconsciously felt that he would not be angry because of this.
He wanted to make him angry, wanted to see his emotions rise and fall, wanted him to know how wrong he was, but seemed to be afraid that he would really be angry.
And most importantly, when he said he wanted to be satisfied, he was really moved by it, but with it came anger, because all his emotions were controlled by the other party.
Aberan seemed to have expected that he would not really do anything to him, so he dared to put that kind of thing in such a conspicuous place unscrupulously.
And he couldn't really take his life... He just wanted him alive.
Human feelings are really terrible, he thinks he knows everything and can easily play in it, play when he is happy, leave if he is not happy, but find that once it plunges in, he wants to peel it off, but he needs to dig out the whole heart.
He was unwilling, why was he so miserable, but the man was indifferent.
Joel's fist pounded on the fence in front of him, if he was really indifferent, why did he set an untouchable bottom line again.
"Bastard!"
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Zong Que slept quite solidly one night, but the curtains were too thick, and when he got up, the sky outside was already bright, and the big red roses were extremely hot and dazzling in the sun, and they were enthusiastic and bright, just like the owner of this castle.
He turned and changed his clothes, and when he opened the door, there was washing water and his breakfast outside.
Zong Que pushed the cart in, washed and ate breakfast, and then stepped out the door.
The sun is dazzling, and the castle is completely devoid of the gloomy darkness of the night, and it is quiet everywhere.
The human day is the night of the Blood, but humans are not as afraid of moonlight as the Blood.
Moonlight is the refraction of sunlight, logically speaking, there is not much difference, and it is also harmful to the blood family, but there is a huge difference in energy between direct light and refracted light, and the photosynthesis of plants can only be carried out through sunlight, and it is ineffective for moonlight, perhaps the same principle.
Zong Que found a shady place by the sea of flowers and pondered the next plan.
The butler has been serving by his side for three or four years, and knows his style of doing things and does not disobey his orders, but it is precisely because of the long service that it is possible to be emotional when encountering this special situation.
Once Joel's identity is revealed, they can't stay in Mirajo, because human fear and hatred of vampires is an emotion accumulated over so many years, and it is impossible to ask them to accept the existence of the blood tribe without mustard.
If it is not exposed, he also needs to rush back to Mira as soon as possible, he does not go to the royal banquet always has to give a clear reply, if there is no reply for a long time, the sudden disappearance of a count will also cause the Holy See to be jealous of the blood clan.
Zong Que's hand flicked over the writing, and there was a deliberately aggravated sound of footsteps behind him, and he turned his head to look at the man who stopped standing in the shadows: "Something?"
"I'm a little bothered that you suddenly disappeared from the room." Burris laughed as he stood in the shadows formed by the wall.
"There should be an enchantment near this castle." Zong Que looked at him and said, "I can't leave here.
"You seem to know the Bloodline, but I still want to tell you that although the master has given you a decent environment, please stay in the room and don't move around." Burris laughed, "Because your current status is not a guest, but a slave."
"It's your dereliction of duty that I can be here." Zong Que looked at him and said.
The sunlight is obviously a great threat to the other party, even if there is coldness in those eyes, they can't step over.
"Can that allow me to make up for this mistake?" Burris asked with a smile.
The light and heat of the scorching sun made his mood not as calm as at night, if something happened to the owner's preyIf so, he might take his own life.
"Humans need sunlight, and too stuffy environments will make people feel bad." Zong Que said, "Lower the level of blood, you can go about your own business, and let Joel personally come and talk to me about my affairs."
Burris stood in place and said, "Then you may be punished."
Zong Que's gaze turned back to the book and said, "I was disgusted by him earlier, it should be good for you."
Burris looked at the man sitting there with a heavy gaze, the other party was not like a lamb to be slaughtered at all, he was too fearless, but what was his basis, the master's momentary interest or that precious blood?
But no matter how comfortable he is in the human world, the blood clan only speaks by strength, and when he loses the interest of his master, he is also a lamb to be slaughtered.
Burris turned to leave, 1314 muttered: [Host, that blood clan just now was ill-intentioned towards you.
[He should look good.] Zong Que said.
Even if they treat humans as cattle and sheep, it is undeniable that the blood race has an extremely outstanding appearance.
[You can't see different thoughts...] 1314 said, reacting, [Even if he looks good, I won't see one love one! ]
It's not the kind of system that thinks differently.
[Hmm. Zong Que answered.
1314：【......】
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Night falls.
"Did he really say that?" Joel asked as he sat up from the coffin.
"Yes." Burris said.
"But I don't remember I gave an order to restrict him from leaving the room." Joel lay on the edge of the coffin and looked at him and smiled, "Burris, are you playing with any ideas?"
"Nope." Burris looked down and said.
"The blood clan is actually not very obedient." Joel got up, put his hand on his shoulder and smiled, "Even if the boundary is set, I like to cross it again and again."
They are of the same kind, of course, knowing that the other party will not put a human in their eyes, even the head sheep is just a sheep, and all they are waiting for is his dislike of that person.
And this situation was so similar to his situation in the manor at that time, the blood tribe and humans actually had many similarities.
Joel stepped out of the coffin and left there, and Burris reconnected the twisted bones on his shoulders before slowly getting up.
The night was deep red, the candle flame in the room swayed gently, and Joel pushed open the door to look at the man sitting at the desk, and at that moment he seemed to return to the manor in a trance.
At that time, although many people expected him to lose favor, Eberland treated him very well, he never said much, just did, just allowed him to enter and exit at will, just gave him the key to the manor, allowed him to enter private territory, and only indulged his wanton fooling, even if it was not in line with his style.
Joel gripped the doorknob, his heart tightened slightly when he met the man's gaze, and he turned his expression slightly: "I heard that you went out without telling you today?"
Zong Que put down his pen, put away the page and got up: "I didn't find anyone."
"Isn't it common sense not to act in someone else's home?" Joel felt that he was being vexatious, but he seemed to be unable to speak to this person in his previous tone.
If it is still the same as before, it is as if it has been compromised.
"I remember that you used to go in and out of my house at will." Zong Que walked to the door and said, "Don't you come in?"
"When?" Joel walked in and asked.
"When you give me the medicine on the cup." Zong Que said.
Joel's expression was stunned, but he immediately reacted: "You were pretending at that time?!"
"My medical skills will not reach the point where you can't even notice it when you drug me." Zong Que said.
Joel smiled and said, "This is my territory, I can let you find out and pour the medicine down."
"So you didn't come to Xingshi to ask about sin?" Zong Que looked at him and said.
Joel leaned against the wall, only to realize that he had not left this place, but was held by the man between square inches, his heart shrunk, and he tried to suppress the Adam's apple swallowing: "Since you can recognize your identity, of course, I have no reason to refuse, but you have used restraint as a reason to cover up your inability in the past, I don't know if you can really satisfy me?"
There was defiance in his eyes, but it was difficult to hide the expectation, Zong Que bent down and picked up the person leaning against the wall.
Joel's arm rested on his shoulder and said, "No foreplay needed, you just need to..."
"There must still be a sense of experience, otherwise you can directly satisfy it with utensils." Zong Que put him on the bed and slowly laid his head down.
The boy's face was not stained with redness, but the candlelight flickered to block it, and his eyes were more beautiful than water-soaked rubies.
"What artifact?" Joel looked at his face as he leaned closer, and his heart was inexplicably nervous.
"I'll tell you later." Zong Que lifted his chin, put his nowhere hand on his shoulder, and kissed him on the lips.
The candle flame swayed softly, dyed with a crimson moonlight.
A drop of wax oil dripped down, like a beautiful tear, and finally only a short cut remained, and then slowly extinguished when the sun rose.
Zong Que closed the curtains, obscuring the first rays of morning light that broke through the dawn, making the whole room dark again, and then returned to the bed.
The boy on the bed lay on his side, the end of his eyes a little red from the remaining wet marks.
Zong Que gently lifted his cheek and kissed it, and the young man opened his eyes slightly, and the crimson pupils made the redness at the end of the eyes seem to be more obvious.
He subconsciously hooked Zong Que's neck and kissed it back, whispering: "When is it?"
"It's morning." Zong Que said.
"I said why am I so sleepy." Joel opened his eyes and met the man's calm eyes, his thoughts began to return, and he withdrew his arm and said, "You served well last night, so rest well today."
"Well, are you going to continue tonight?" Zong Que asked.
Joel was silent for a moment, he felt that it was not bad, but he felt that after a night, everyone was almost stupid: "Didn't you say to be restrained?
"When did you hear me?" Zong Que asked.
"It is because I listen to you that my conspiracy can be discovered." Joel sneered.
After a night of intimacy, they wake up still mortal enemies.
"What conspiracy of mine?" Zong Que asked.
"You dare to say that you weren't interested in the Blood Clan in the first place!" Joel looked at him and said.
"Weren't you also interested in my blood in the first place?" Zong Que asked rhetorically.
At first, there was no emotion, just profit.
"So you were acting in the first place!" Joel found himself in the last article as if it was unreasonable.
"You don't too." Zong Que looked at him and said, "A small nobleman in the middle of the family road.
"You also prepared a gun specifically to deal with the Blood Clan!"
"You first left a threatening blood word, the gun was not specially prepared, but it touched your blood, and the Holy See hunters found out that I had contact with the blood clan and sent me to save my life." Zong Que looked at him and said, "It's already a few years ago.
"You..." Joel glared at him, and suddenly found that he didn't seem to have a reason to be angry, as if he was still taking care of his own losses, how could it suddenly become like this, "Then you are still studying me during the relationship, right?"
"Aren't you also thinking about my blood when you're in love." Zong Que said.
Joel sat on the bed, blinked, and found that he didn't seem to have the qualifications to lose his temper, the two of them were a pair of surface lovers, they had calculations for each other, and it seemed that he was the first to lose?!
"My research on you is because the Blood Clan does have a lot of differences from humans, I have never seen the Blood Clan, it's just a habit and hobby." Zong Que said.
"Hobbies?" Joel looked at him.
"Yes, you are mysterious and worth exploring." Zong Que said.
A long sound came out of Joel's throat, feeling as if he was pleased: "Then will you dissect me for research in the future?" "
"It's just observing your physiological performance, because you can move normally without blood flow at all." Zong Que held his wrist and said, "Although there is a structure, there is no pulse, it is magical.
Yoel felt the heat on his wrist: "Then you can also study other blood races..."
"I'm not interested in other blood races." Zong Que said calmly, "Even if you are interested, you will not use this method.
"Oh..." Joel felt a little inexplicably good, but he had taken the people back now, and he didn't want to put them back yet, "Then you can stay here and study it slowly, maybe when one or two of them die, they can still dissect you and play."
"Don't you want to let me go back?" Zong Que looked directly at him and asked.
Joel: "..."