Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 66: Please Start Your Show (12)

As the sun rose, the first rays of daylight broke through the boundless darkness and fell on the flower-filled manor, in which the servants were busy as usual, and outside the unnoticed manor, two people landed there.
The young man was as beautiful as ever in the early morning daylight, and he couldn't see any hints of the blood clan at all, and he leaned his head in Zongque's arms and said, "You have to wait here for me to come back."
"Hmm." Zong Que bowed his head and replied.
"Don't run away on the sly." Joel said.
"Nope." Zong Que said.
"No..." Joel continued to demand.
"You're not coming back before lunch?" Zong Que asked.
Joel blinked, feeling that it was almost time to return: "Come back."
"Well, go ahead." Zong Que let go of his waist and said.
"Don't you have anything else to tell me?" Joel was a little dissatisfied.
He was going to fight the Bloods.
"The Prince of the Blood Clan is easy for you now." Zong Que asked, "Will you miss it?"
"It won't." Joel replied firmly.
It may have been a lot of work before, but now he is invincible.
"Well, go ahead." Zong Que said.
Since it is not a parting, there is no need to say so much about saying goodbye.
"Oh," Joel said lightly on tiptoe, "then kiss." Zong
Que looked at the person who was close at hand, lowered his head and kissed it, and the young man in his arms let go, waved his hand, and happily disappeared into the rising sun.
Zong Que turned around and walked towards the gate of the manor, where the guards were stunned when they saw him, and saluted: "Master, you are back!" You came back alone?!
"Hmm." Zong Que answered.
The guards spread the word, because of Zong Que's return, the entire manor was busy, and the prepared clothes, bath water, and breakfast were enough to fill the time when Zong Que returned.
Until the end of breakfast, when Zong Que sat on the sofa as usual and read the newspapers of the past few days, the housekeeper brought black tea and stood aside without leaving.
Zong Que took the newspaper and looked at him, "This time the matter is very good.
"I heard you came back alone." The butler said.
That vampire released the master, and it should not appear again in the future.
"He'll be back at noon." Zong Que said.
The butler's expression froze, and he was surprised: "Will you come back?"
"I'll watch over him, and I hope you keep this a secret." Zong Que looked at him and said.
The butler's expression was a little hesitant, and after thinking for a long time, he saluted: "I will arrange the affairs of the coachman." "
Just pay for it." Zong Que withdrew his gaze and said, "If his identity is exposed, it will be said to the outside world that I raised him." The
nobles were both afraid of the blood clan and wanted to have it, but no one had ever been successfully raised before, and being able to raise an obedient blood clan and become a lover with it, obviously the former sounded more reassuring and could save more trouble.
"Okay." The butler saluted.
......
The sun was strong, but it could not shine into the dark jungle, and countless branches collided and broke, leaving extremely heavy impact marks, and the fallen branches were intertwined, occasionally allowing the sunlight to penetrate.
The magic array sealed the seal, allowing the figure that was constantly dodging in the air to land vertically, smashing a human-shaped divine pit on the ground.
The red hair snaked across the dirt, and when its owner got up, his heart touched the dark barrel.
Desnorr looked at the thing on his chest and was a little stunned for a while, but he laughed when he looked at the boy who was also a blood tribe opposite: "Human things, you think you can kill me?" Akonbed, you really mixed with humans.
"Just try it or not."
After that brief shooting, Joel raised the corners of his lips as he looked at Desnor, who was kneeling in front of him and instantly lost his smile.
The moment when that smug smile froze and disappeared was about the moment when Burris died, he despised humans too much, and finally died at the hands of humans.
"This, this can't be..." Desnor looked at the festering heart, but even if he used his power, the wounds that used to heal quickly were constantly eroding him, depriving him of his life, "What have you done?!"
"Just kill you with a human weapon." The smile in Joel's eyes was very pleasant, "Desnor, you must remember that you died at the hands of the human beings you despise the most.
Desnor's hands had begun to dry, he couldn't even straighten up, he could only lie on the ground in embarrassment, letting the ends of his originally bright hair wither, and looked at Joel with hatred: "You don't have to be proud, one day, you will have the same lower as me..."
His body dried up and turned into a dry corpse.
Joel squatted on the side and looked at him, no matter how bright and beautiful he was, when buried in the dust, it was the same rot and withered, the inheritance of human beings could make them always remember their ancestors, but the dead blood tribe had no value, even if the blood tribe mentioned it, it was mocking the cause of his death.
"I won't be like you." Joel put away his gun and got up, casually splitting the surrounding trees, allowing the heavily blocked sunlight to shine on the dried corpse, "I have someone to love, you don't." The
dried corpse turned into flying ash, and the beautiful figure of the young man disappeared from its place.
......
"Master, your letter has been sent to Barron City, but a guest claiming to be your friend has come to visit." Butler Barrow knocked on the door of the study and said.
"Friends?" Zong Que looked up and asked.
"He said his name was Brell." The butler said.
"No need to invite him in." Zong Que said.
However, as soon as his voice fell, the neighing of the horses outside sounded, accompanied by the panicked voices of many servants.
"Who are you?!"
"How can you break into the manor without permission!"
"Guard!"
"Master, he seems to have come in." The butler sighed softly in his heart, "Senior hunters of the Holy See are unimpeded everywhere.
Even the Pope's bedroom, where high-ranking hunters can enter at will in order to track down vampires, even the Queen's palace has their traces, and the places they arrive will only be welcomed.
Zong Que flicked his fingers, opened the drawer on the side, took out a token from it and placed it in front of the butler: "Go and integrate people." The
butler looked at the token and was stunned for a moment, and reached out to hold it: "Master, once you use your hidden power, you will be an enemy of the entire royal family."
"If you hide your strength and don't show it, others will only think that you are weak and deceptive." Zong Que got up, straightened his clothes and stepped out of the room.
Wealth is only the first step, if there is no guardian power, there is no difference from Xiao'er holding gold through the busy market.
"Yes." The housekeeper turned and went downstairs, but did not go out through the main entrance, but out of the side door next to it.
Zong Que went downstairs and went out, on the grass in front of the manor, the white steed was leisurely nibbling on the grass, and the blonde knight on the horse came down, standing in place also leisurely, but his neck was full of the knives of the manor guards.
His eyes lit up when he saw Zong Que's figure, and he waved his hand, "Long time no see, Aiberland."
Indeed, after a long time, the young man in front of him looked much more mature than before, and he also had a lot of affection, and Zong Que stepped into the sunlight and walked over: "Are all the people of the Holy See visiting like this?"
"I can't wait to see you." Brer's gaze fell on the man.
He had actually seen from a distance when the other party was knighted, the kingdom had not granted the title of count to a person without bloodline for a long time, but even if the men wore the cumbersome clothes of the nobles, they didn't seem to have the luxury of being filled with gold, silver, jade and wine.
He has always been calm and standing, and the change of time does not seem to affect him much.
But......
The servants who were not far away looked at each other when they heard this, and they all looked surprised.
Joel suddenly disappeared, and this time the count suddenly returned, but did not bring people back, nor did he ask about Joel's whereabouts, as if he did not care about Joel's whereabouts at all.
People who have been pampered to the extreme may also say that they will be replaced when they are changed.
Zong Que's gaze fell on him and said, "Don't make this kind of joke.
"Well, can you get them to take the sword off my neck?" I'm afraid I'll hurt them. Brell shrugged and laughed.
The guards holding the swords almost suspected that they had misheard。
"Go back." Zong Que gestured.
"Yes." The guards put away their swords one after another, saluted and left with dissatisfaction with Brer.
"I'm telling the truth." Brell touched his neck, strode up to Zong Que and smiled, "Why don't they believe it?"
"Did the Holy See send you?" Zong Que looked at the smiling youth in front of him and asked.
Brell smiled at the corner of his lips and sighed: "Wouldn't it be boring to always be able to guess what others are thinking in advance?"
Zong Que looked at him without speaking.
The smile at the corner of Brer's lips disappeared for a moment, and his eyes became a little serious: "I think it's best not to talk about this matter in public."
"Follow me." Zong Que turned around and said.
Brell put a smile on his face again, looked at the young maid who came over, whistled frivolously, but did not see the maid's blushing reaction, but was glared at fiercely: "Are all the girls here so indifferent?"
"You should have more than one lover now." Zong Que sat down on the sofa in the lounge and looked at the young man who sat down.
The moment Brell sat down, his movements stiffened, as if he had been pricked with needles on the sofa, and looked at him in amazement: "More than one lover can see it?!" "It's
not that you have more than one perfume left on you." Zong Que said.
There was a knock on the door of the lounge, and the young maid came in with tea and placed it respectfully in front of the two people.
"Thank you." Zong Que said.
"Thank you very much." Brell laughed.
Then the maid did not look at him, turned respectfully and retreated.
Zong Que took the teacup, Brer's gaze fell on the man's body when the door closed, no need for those extra embellishments and perfume, this man sat here full of calm and ascetic tension, with such a master, no wonder the maids were not interested in him: "Ebran, the breath of the blood tribe on your body is very strong, you should have touched more than a little blood." Outside the
manor's door, the guards stood in one place whispering the presumptuousness and rudeness of the vampire hunter, so much so that when the boy's beautiful face looked at them, they found a trace of the person coming.
"Joel?!"
"Why did you come back all of a sudden?!"
"The master asked me to help him with an errand, and he came back when he was done." Joel tilted his head to look at him and smiled, "Was I so surprised to come back?"
"No, no." The guard looked at the unharmed boy and looked at his way, "I'll go and inform the master first."
"No need, I'll just go in by myself, thank you." The boy laughed in the sunlight as if he could shine.
Several guards were momentarily stunned, looking at the back of the person who opened the door and entered: "Is that Holy See hunter really not the count's lover?"
"Both blonde and older than Janel."
"In this comparison, Yoel still looks better."
"You dare to assess the count's lover, you don't want to die?!"
Joel was in a good mood when he stepped into the confines of the manor, and although he encountered countless surprised looks when he met the servants, his sudden disappearance and sudden return were normal human reactions.
"Hi, Hanni." Joel greeted the maid hurriedly passing by with a basket.
Hanny looked at him, looking a little surprised for a while, until the basket fell on the ground, she didn't care to pick it up, but hurriedly walked in front of him and said, "Joel? Are you Joel?!
"Haven't seen you for a few days, don't you know me?" Joel laughed.
"It's great that you're okay." Hanni's eyes were a little moist, "Why did you suddenly disappear before?"
"I just ran into some trouble, I was rescued by the owner halfway, and now I'm back from business." Joel looked at her joyful cry and smiled, "Shouldn't I be happy that I'm back?" Humans
seemed to be a little more complicated than he thought.
"It's nice to see you safe and sound." Hannie bent down to lift her basket.
"What about the master?" Joel asked as he walked towards the manor.
Under the sun, horses belonging to the Holy See are eating grass.
Hanni hesitated for a moment when she heard this: "The master seems to be meeting guests from the Holy See.
Joel's gaze was fixed on the saddle imprint, a pattern that only advanced hunters could use.
He should believe that if he wanted to take his life, he only had to shoot at that time, not the Holy See at all.
It was because of his wild suspicions that he had almost parted ways, and now he had to listen to his answer.
"Although the guest also has blonde hair and looks very good, he is a very frivolous person, and the owner will definitely not like him." Hanni looked at him comfortingly.
"Blonde?" Joel turned his eyes to her, and the smile on his lips hooked, "I'll go and report to him first, Hanni, you are busy first."
His figure was far away, and Hanny carried her basket with some doubt in her eyes.
The servants looked at Joel in surprise and said hello when they saw Joel's figure, only to see his back hurrying past and heading directly towards the lounge.
"Could it really be that the ex-lover came to the door?"
"That's a high-ranking hunter of the Holy See, and his status is indeed much more valuable than that of Joral."
"But obviously Joel is more beautiful, and the hunter is too frivolous."
The whispered words reached Joel's ears, and he stopped at the door of the lounge, signaled the servants who were standing there to silence him, and leaned there.
"What do you want to say?" Zong Que asked.
"I detected traces of blood contact on your body a few years ago." Brer's expression was very serious, "But you have not been attacked by the blood clan, nor have you asked the Holy See for help, until you are knighted again, the pope found the traces of contact with the blood clan on your body, and then you cocked the royal family's knighthood banquet, but there has been no reply, the pope will send me to Mira to investigate, this manor is full of traces of the blood clan, and the feeling on your body is even stronger."
As he spoke, he took out the pendant from his arms, and the runes on it kept flashing.
Zong Que put down the teapot, touched his fingers to his waist, and only listened to the young man staring at him and asking seriously: "Are you coerced by the blood clan?"
Zong Que: "..." 1314
exclaimed: [Is this the legendary second goods?] The
formula is correct, and then the correct answer is missed perfectly.
"Why do you have this illusion?" Zong Que's hand was on his knee.
"Illusion? A human bloodline like you should love it. Brell looked at him and said, "You are a doctor, you should be very good at regulating your body, the healthier the person, the higher the level of blood according to the blood family, they like you who prefer not to bend and have high-quality blood." The
system agrees.
Joel agrees that challenges are fun.
"Not coercion." Zong Que looked at him and said.
Brell has already probed out, and the established facts can no longer be hidden.
Brer's expression was solemn for a moment: "The blood clan does have a very beautiful appearance, even if it is a vampire, the appearance
will be much better than ordinary people, but they are outliers, and they are very good at demagoguery, and they will end up very miserable..."
"It's raising." Zong Que looked at him calmly and said, "What gives you the illusion that I will be played by the Blood Clan?"
Brell looked at him, his body unconsciously straightened, the man in front of him did not smile, he was the best among human beings, he could easily ascend to a position that many people could not reach in their lives, and had wealth that many people could not get, even a love scene master like him would be attracted to him and wanted to see his emotional picture, and this desire for conquest was more obvious in the blood clan.
They have beautiful appearance, great strength, and will be more confident and even conceited in the face of humans, but once they think they are hunters, they are very likely to be turned against by prey who seem to have no feelings.
Such a person should prefer to have something more challenging, and easily obtained things certainly do not pique his interest, but the bloodline is different.
Blood ClanIf it's just a threat, they have a beauty comparable to an angel, countless nobles want to have one to raise at home, but the dignity of the blood clan dooms them to commit suicide once they are sealed by the power, they want to die, and no one can stop them.
But there is another way, that is, to attack their hearts, the blood clan also has feelings, once they attack the heart, they are not moved, watching the beautiful beauty put away their fangs and take the initiative to give them a hug, which is what many nobles dream of.
And the man in front of him has been safe for many years, and his heart is so terrible.
"Aren't you worried about him going back?" Brell asked, "Even a well-domesticated male lion can bite its owner.
"So to avoid that day, it will grind its teeth." Zong Que looked at him and said.
Brell frowned slightly: "You have the power to control it?"
"There are gaps in the runes currently used by the Holy See." Zong Que took out a talisman from his pocket and placed it on the table, "This is a newly rewritten, he won't even have the power to hurt himself."
Brell looked at the golden amulet, the runes on it were dense, similar to the runes of the Holy See, but obviously more powerful, made of gold, the power will be a few more heavy, even the Holy See does not have so much gold to do this.
A wise and ruthless person who no longer sees money in his eyes makes his heart feel a little cold.
He was horrified by his conceit, and he was also thinking that if he really insisted on provoking him in the first place, he would probably fall into the hell he had never stepped into and would not be able to break free.
Because he can easily tell if he has a lover, the slightest clue can become the information in the eyes of this person.
"This kind of thing I need to see with my own eyes and make sure that human safety is safe." When Brell said such words, his hands and feet trembled slightly.
"Joel!" The voice of a servant calling sounded at the door.
"Joel? That down-and-out nobleman who was auctioned back by you?! Brell got up and reacted as he looked at the man who didn't look anxious at all, "He's the Blood Clan?!"
"It started out as a game." Zong Que got up and buttoned his coat, "It's not just a game now, Brel, you messed things up." "
......
The manor fell into silence in the middle of the night, but the door of the basement opened in the shaking of the candlelight, the man's slender legs stepped into the long steps, and made an empty sound in the extremely silent and empty space, the candle fire hit the long figure on the door that slowly closed behind him, the figure curled up in the cage moved slowly, and the chain around the neck made a crisp sound, which clearly reached the man's ears.
The footsteps approached, the slowly opened eyes closed, Zong Que's feet fell to the ground, here is a little simple, but the ground is covered with soft and white lambskin blankets, and in the center of the blanket, the heavy and delicate cage is all made of gold, engraved with beautiful patterns, extending the golden chain, the extension of the chain is tied to the neck and limbs of the caged boy.
But this kind of gold is not as expensive as the gold of the caged boy, and a beautiful boy like
the same sun, but it is the most noble prince of the blood clan.
Once high, regarded humans as prey, and used his beautiful appearance to play with human feelings, so arrogant and wanton, probably never thought that he would one day be imprisoned by humans, like a powerless canary, he didn't even have the ability to kill himself.
Zong Que took off his shoes, stopped outside the cage with a candlestick, and crouched down to look at the extremely quiet boy who was sleeping.
He was indeed beautiful, without the slightest blemish on his skin, his complexion was snow-white, his eyelashes were curled, his blonde hair was more dazzling than pure gold, and the golden chains were tied to his body, and he seemed to have a feeling that he was not worthy of him.
"Joel, there is no point in pretending to sleep in front of me." Zong Que put the candlestick aside, opened the golden cage with the key, and clearly saw the slight trembling of the young man's body, "It's better for you to be obedient." For
the blood clan, the hot fingers were attached to his wrist pulse, and as long as there was a slight movement, it could not escape this man's medical skills.
The young man slowly opened his eyes, a trace of disgust and resistance flashed in those blood-colored eyes, but when he saw the man's calm expression, it turned to fear and sadness, he carefully withdrew his wrist, sat up in the cage, drove the crisp sound of those chains, and curled up in a corner farther away from the man as much as possible: "You have left me with nowhere to go, what else do you want?"
"If you don't want to escape, you can stay by my side as before." Zong Que said.
"Be a canary that flies back as soon as the owner calls?" Joel looked up at him and asked.
The boy's eyes were filled with water in the candle fire, and it was difficult to hide his sadness in anger, but he was fragile after all, because no matter how he resisted, he did not have half the strength.
The sincerity that was once delivered was just this man's chips playing with him, and what he wanted was not a lover at all, but an obedient and beautiful pet.
And this pet, which had already been tamed, is no longer obedient, which will only stimulate his desire to conquer.
Zong Que didn't answer him, but just stretched out his hand and said, "Yol, come here." The
boy's body curled up, revealing his resistance.
"You're a smart kid, and you should know that there's no point in resisting to the end." Zong Que's outstretched hand did not retract, but looked at him calmly and said, "If the runes on the golden cage are chimer, your strength will be damaged again." The
boy raised his eyes to look at him in shock, his jewel-like eyes overflowing with tears and vulnerability, like his broken heart: "Love Berlan..."
It was clear that they were still so in love before, but now it was like the light reflected by the candle fire, extinguished and dissipated.
"Joel, your tears are of no use to me." Zong Que held his trembling hand, looked at the figure of the young man coming over, pinched his chin and lifted it, "But I like you to cry, it's beautiful to cry." The
water light in the young man's eyes was strong to endure, but a tear still meandered down, spreading to the jaw, and the crystal water light stained Zong Que's hand, was kissed by him with his head down, and then kissed on the rosy lips.
Only a moment later, his brows frowned slightly, and he wiped his lips when he pushed the boy in front of him away, and his fingers were stained with rich bright red blood.
And the young man was lying in the cage, the corners of his lips were also stained with blood red, but he slowly licked away those blood stains, and his blood-red eyes were filled with pleasure: "Hahaha, Aiberland, do you think I will be so obedient!"
"Joel, it's not good for you to do that." Zong Que wiped the blood stains on his lips, took out a gold piece engraved with runes from his pocket with smiling eyes, closed the door of the cage in the boy's terrified look, and embedded it in it.
The runes were docked, and the runes on the entire cage were like a natural formation, and the chains connecting the teenager lit up.
"Ebran, I know it's wrong, please don't do this..."
The young man looked terrified, but the rune flickered, and when the whole light was lit, he curled up in the cage and overflowed with a cry of pain in his mouth, as if he was cutting his muscles and bones, even the corners of his lips overflowed with blood, but that kind of cry of pain could not come from such a deep underground.
The candle flame flickered, and the beautiful red eyes of the young man in the cage seemed to have lost their luster, quietly looking at the top of the cage.
The embedded gold piece was removed and the cage door was reopened, but he could not react but watch as the man unchained his limbs and carried him out of the cage.
The body in his arms was very light, and Zong Que hugged the young man who was lost in his arms and said, "Joel is the most well-behaved only at this time." The
young man's body trembled slightly, and he whispered softly in his mouth: "Ebran..."
"In fact, no matter what kind of struggle you do, the result is the same." Zong Que carried him up and walked outside the carpet, seemed to think for a while, and returned, "Bring up the candle flame." The
young man stretched out his hand and obediently took the candle flame to illuminate the room.
Zong Que got up, put on his shoes and went up the steps.
The door to the basement opened, the candle light illuminated the way ahead, and the teenager was weakly carried into the bedroom, Brell watched the disappearance of the light and shadow, and sighed deeply as he covered the door.
He didn't pity the Blood, but that Bloodclan was too human-like, it was an unimaginable beauty, and Eberland really nurtured him.
Locking him up in the bottomless underground, torturing his body over and over again, destroying his mind, Brell has no doubt that one day the soul of the blood tribe will be completely crushed, reduced to a beautiful thoughtless pet, a pet that will not grow old and will not die and will always be beautiful, enough to make Eberland a legend among the nobility。
Being tortured by your lover like this, living in physical and mental collapse every day, is more uncomfortable than death.
He shouldn't have mercy, because it was a blood race, and the humans they targeted would not be treated better, but he still had a feeling of sadness.
In the room illuminated by candle fire, the candlestick was placed at the end of the bed, and the boy was placed on the bed, lying on the soft pillow with tears in his eyes.
Zong Que sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, "Brell has already seen it.
"Then don't you want to continue to destroy your poor, fragile, beautiful and defenseless little pet of the Blood Clan?" Joel pulled his hand.
"Don't want to." Zong Que listened to the countless prefixes, unbuttoned his cufflinks and prepared to get up, but was hugged by the young man who sat up and played in his arms.
"Why don't you want to? I'm so pitiful, don't you even want to ravage? Joel puffed out his cheeks.
Is he still not a cute and charming blood?
"I'm not a pervert." Zong Que said, "There is no such hobby. The
plan for raising was set early in the morning, but the little blood clan in front of him took advantage of the problem to play, adding countless private settings to it, and if he didn't cooperate, he wouldn't be able to act well.
"Hmph." Joel snorted softly, "There are a lot of flaws in your performance.
"I can't see the road without the candlestick and will fall you." Zong Que said.
"That's also a little, I have weak hands and feet, of course I can't carry the candlestick." Joel put his arm around his waist and said dissatisfied, "The script clearly writes that you want to possess me forcefully in the cage, and I can't wait to sleep for the night."
"The ground is so humid that a night of sleep will bring wetness into your body." Zong Que said.
"The human body is so fragile." Joel raised his eyebrows, "Then let's continue to make up for the unfinished scenes, okay?"
"Joel, be true to your word." Zong Que got up and said, "I'll get up early tomorrow to send you back."
Zong Que changed his clothes, Yoel jumped off the bed, hugged him from behind and smiled: "I don't have to send it back tomorrow, I have a new script, I will definitely let Brell rest assured early."
Zong Que turned his eyes to look at him, and the young man's eyebrows curved and coquettishly said: "Aiberlan, accompany me to act, it's rare to have an audience that is so fun..."
"Hmm." Zong Que took out his clothes and replied, "Go to bed early tonight."
"Love you, I listen to you." Joel happily returned to the bedside, and when he was about to go to bed, he heard the man remind him, "Wipe your feet."
"I don't have shoes." Joel sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his feet.
Zong Que changed his clothes, took the cloth and held his ankle and wiped his feet: "It's okay, don't get out of bed barefoot next time."
"I won't catch a cold." Joel said.
"It's going to be dirty." Zong Que put the cloth back, and when he returned to the bed, he harvested a small blood clan that was bulging.
"Did you kill me in the middle of a certain day?" Joel asked.
"This time it was my mistake." Zong Que put the slippers in front of him and said, "I apologize to you."
Joel's eyes paled, and he turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "I'm not so easy to coax."
"What do you want?" Zong Que sat on the bed and grabbed his waist and asked, "Except that it is theoretically impossible."
Joel rolled his eyes, rubbed into his arms, pulled him to lie on the bed and laughed: "It's not that thing, played Brel, can you accompany me to act in a new script?"
"What is my role?" Zong Que looked at the excitement in his eyes and felt that this must be said hello in advance.
"A doctor who covets the beauty of a patient and threatens to cure his disease to make the patient contribute beauty." Joel rolled over and lay in his arms and said, "Look, it's very suitable for your profession, it's not difficult to act at all."
Zong Que was silent for a moment and asked, "Why this kind of role?"
"Because if a patient seduces a doctor, the doctor will only be indifferent, and maybe he will directly make him seriously ill and die." Joel thought very thoughtfully.
1314 felt that the little vampire knew the host quite well.
"Don't you think this behavior is very disrespectful?" Zong Que looked at the excited little blood clan in his arms and said, "This is a very unethical act.
"Of course not to others!" Joel pursed his lips and said, "But the patient is also secretly in love with the doctor, and the two of them are half-pushed, isn't it wonderful?"
"Since the patient is a crush, it means that the doctor does not know." Zong Que said, "If he rashly acts like this, it will only cause the other party to be disgusted."
Joel pointed to the tip of his nose and said, "Is there a possibility that this patient is me?"
Zong Que was silent, obviously disapproving of this script, and the little blood clan in his arms had already begun to hum: "I just want you to take the initiative with me, instead of me saying leave, you say goodbye, bye, the next one is more well-behaved."
If it hadn't been discussed a long time ago and he was sad to leave, this person would definitely not have been arrested and locked up, but let him leave.
Zong Que looked at the young man in his arms and felt as if he was expressing unease in his own way: "No, I will explain the reason to you, if you insist on leaving, I will not stop it."
"Ebran, will you one day lock me up in a cage when I want to leave?" Joel asked softly.
"No, that behavior is inherently wrong." Zong Que said.
"Then will you have a momentary urge one day, even if I want to leave, you want to do everything possible to leave me behind?" Yoel's expectant question.
This person is always calm and sensible, which is good, because he will not hurt him if he does not get it, but sometimes he also wonders if this person will have emotional day, this person will not let go of his hand anyway.
Zong Que's answer was no, because it must have been the result of careful consideration, but what the person in his arms wanted to ask might be different from what he thought: "Maybe."
Joel's lips curled up, and he shook lightly in his arms: "Ebram, did you answer without understanding my intentions?" "
Sleep." Zong Que hugged him and pulled Bo Quidao.
"You're definitely shy." Joel hugged him and smiled.
"Put out the candle." Zong Que looked at the candlestick on the other side.
"You play with me, it's just acting anyway." Joel pestered him, "Just like the characters in a drama, when I write the drama, maybe it will sell well."
"Hmm." Zong Que looked at his shining eyes and agreed, "Sleep." "Good
."
Joel casually extinguished the candle flame and honestly stayed in his arms, "Ebran, I like you so much."
"Hmm." Zong Que touched his hair.
......
At the breakfast table, Zong Que was eating, and the low-eyed Prince of the Blood Clan was sitting in his arms to help divide the steak, raising his hand to feed it to his mouth, and occasionally the cuffs slipped, and the little bit of gold would still be exposed.
Brell sat opposite, looking up from time to time, in fact, this scene still looked pleasing to the eye, they also looked like a pair of intimate lovers, except for the teenager who occasionally clenched his fist lightly and squeezed the silver dinner knife, everything seemed harmonious.
"You just handed the knife into his hand?" Brell looked at the Blood Clan on the opposite side and said.
"With his current strength, he can't even kill a chicken." Zong Que grabbed the young man's wrist and said, "If it was just a scratch and not a fatal stab, you wouldn't want to experience last night's punishment again, right, Joel?"
"Joel wouldn't do that." The boy's body trembled lightly, and he looked at Brel, and a touch of disgust crossed his eyes, "Please don't speculate on me like that."
"Joel, that's not the look you should look at a guest." Zong Que pinched his cheek and held it up.
"Sorry, please forgive me." The young man showed fear, and looked at Brell with watery eyes, "Guest, I'm sorry."
Brell looked at the breakfast, and suddenly felt a little undelicious, this is not the blood clan he knows, the boy in front of him has been completely worn away from his fangs and claws and his dignity.
"It's okay." Brell got up and said, "Sorry, I can't eat anymore."
"Brel, I want to ask you something." Zong Que looked at himThe back of the road said.
The sight was calm, but Brell was like a sharp back: "We'll discuss it when you finish breakfast."
"It's not a big deal." Zong Que gripped the fork and casually passed a piece of omelette from the plate to the boy's lips, watching him eat it obediently, "I hope you don't leak the things here."
The servant was not in the dining room, and Brell turned to look at the Prince of the Blood who was struggling to chew human food, "Are you afraid of the Blood Clan retaliation?"
"There's a reason for that." Zong Que looked up and said, "I don't like people coveting my pet, and I don't want someone to have undeserved mercy, if I lose my pet due to an accident, I will declare war on the entire Holy See."
His words were understated, but they made Brell feel like ice, making him clearly realize that there were some things he was powerless to change, he saved the human race, but he couldn't make the blood tribe in front of him leave such a humiliation, this matter even had his help, if in the future, he might be cleaner when he encountered the blood clan.
"Is it delicious?" Zong Que lowered his head and asked.
The young man's eyes were a little difficult, but he still nodded gently: "It's delicious."
"That's good, I'll taste it." Zong Que lifted his chin and lowered his head to kiss him on the lips.
This scene looked beautiful, Brell looked at the teenager's clenched fists, and left the restaurant without looking over, leaving only one sentence: "I know, leave." The
door was closed, and outside there was the sound of servants saying hello, the neighing of horses came, and the butler sent him: "Mr. Brer, slow down on your way." The
sound of the horse's hooves was far away, and the kiss parted, and Joel licked his lips and smiled: "Master, if you want to try other food, I will be happy to serve you."
"Let me have a good breakfast." Zong Que picked up his chopsticks and said.
"Well..."