Raphael propped up Mu Miao’s upper body without hesitation and used a knife to cut his wrist. A faintly golden divine blood flowed out, and he pressed the wound against Mu Miao’s lips.
The sweet fragrance immediately caught Mu Miao's attention, and he stuck out his little tongue to lick Raphael’s blood. Slowly, he regained some strength, wrapping his hands around Raphael’s arm and using his small sharp teeth to graze his skin.
Raphael chuckled, amused. “Take it slow, little one. No one’s fighting you for it.”
Mu Miao had just enough energy to open his eyes. In a dazed state, his now entirely red irises gleamed like fine rubies. Though they were the color of bloodlust, they appeared remarkably clear.
He stared blankly at Raphael, then quickly lowered his gaze. Clearly not fully conscious, he followed his instincts to drink. Once he was full, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The wound on Raphael’s wrist healed quickly. Sitting by the bedside, he watched Mu Miao. His gaze occasionally lingered on the small sharp teeth, and his expression grew increasingly grave.
“Raphael, is Sariel all right?”
Cecivido’s anxious voice came from outside the door. Raphael tucked Mu Miao’s hand back under the blanket, adjusted the covers, and replied loudly, “He’s fine, just too weak. He needs to rest here for a while. Cecivido, you should head back for now.”
Raphael chose to conceal the truth about Mu Miao’s mixed blood. While he could accept it, he knew other angels might not, especially Cecivido. Raphael dared not gamble with Sariel’s life.
Cecivido hesitated. Without seeing Mu Miao for himself, he couldn’t let go of the worry weighing on his heart.
“Your Highness, there’s a disturbance in the Inferno.”
An urgently arriving Powers-class angel delivered the ill-timed news. Cecivido stood in front of the door for a long time, his tall frame unmoving. Clenching his fists, his blue eyes stared at the door before he eventually turned and left.
Hearing the commotion outside, Raphael sighed in relief.
Mu Miao slept deeply, utterly exhausted. He only felt a warm sensation in his body. His once-hungry stomach was finally satisfied, and the force of light within him was suppressed by the vampire bloodline’s power.
Slowly, Mu Miao opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils filled with confusion. At that moment, a handsome face—albeit streaked with multicolored stains—leaned in close. The person called out to him, “Little Sariel?”
Mu Miao blinked, his lips curling into a faint, weak smile. “…Raphael-gege.”
When Cecivido didn’t have time to care for Sariel, it was often Raphael who looked after him, bringing books to read together or playing with him.
Raphael smiled warmly. “Does your body feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
Mu Miao shook his head, about to speak, but his tongue pressed against two unfamiliar sharp teeth. His eyes widened, round as saucers, and he pointed to his mouth. “Gege, my teeth have grown…”
Raphael patted his shoulder reassuringly and tentatively asked, “Sariel, what do you think of the vampires?”
Mu Miao naturally had no particular opinion about the race, but now he was Sariel, and he needed to consider the question from Sariel’s perspective.
Mu Miao shook his head, looking troubled. “I don’t know. Cecivido said they’re a very bad race. They don’t believe in God but worship the moon and the night.”
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RomanceThe main god, Mu Miao, was miserable, he couldn't even afford to eat, he had no choice, he had to listen to his brother and go to the various copies to play a variety of NPCs that blocked the players. In the fallen copies, all kinds of fierce and ho...
