Lu Deng held his wrist and raised his eyes.
"Huai Ye..."
Gu Ting twitched his arm back, but couldn't move it, so he had to wrap his arms around his chest and whispered softly against his ear.
He kept his voice low and soft, but the human youth in his arms seemed to be completely unmoved, he just took his hand and looked at it carefully, and a light green light sprouted from his palm, covering the wounds.
Gu Ting wanted to speak, looked at Lu Huaiye's focused eyes, but swallowed the words.
The blood race's recovery ability is extremely powerful. He wanted to try to find out how to bite it so that it would not hurt too much without losing too much blood. He also deliberately used the medicine that the blood race used to disguise a human, and adjusted his physical condition to a level similar to that of a human. I managed to keep these wounds in order to comprehensively compare how to heal the fastest.
It's too late to try again next time.
Lu Deng healed the wound for him, put down the cuff again, and finally raised his head again. Meeting the eyes of the pure-blooded ancestor who still seemed preoccupied, he couldn't help but hold back his laughter and held his hand: "Don't worry, I won't say it."
The dignified pure-blood ancestor practiced biting on his arm, and it was inevitable that he would lose his identity when he said it. Gu Ting breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his short hair, and was about to lead someone out to eat, but his arm was suddenly pulled.
Lu Deng raised his hand to wrap his arms around his shoulders and neck, Gu Ting was slightly startled, and then raised his hand to embrace him. The two were so close that they could almost clearly feel the fresh air exhaled from the nose of the young human being.
His small prey looked at him carefully for a while on the opposite side, chose a position between his neck, and leaned over.
Some were curious as to how Lu Huaiye would choose such a position, but Gu Ting still leaned down slightly thoughtfully, so that the other party could kiss more easily. Looking forward to it for a long time, the expected soft touch did not fall.
The warmth always fell on his shoulders, Gu Ting was a little curious, he turned to see what Lu Huaiye was doing, but a strange touch suddenly came from the side of his neck.
Quiet's heart beat fiercely, Gu Ting's arms suddenly tightened, and he tightly hugged the body in his arms.
Lu Huaiye was biting him.
Compared with the sharp fangs of the blood race, the bite of humans is undoubtedly extremely gentle. His small prey lay on his shoulders, without exerting much force at all, he took a bite on his neck, neither light nor heavy, it didn't hurt at all, only a very light and crisp rub in his heart.
There was a warm touch between the teeth, softly touching the neck.
In the veins in the neck that he bitten, the blood has almost started to roar again, Gu Ting tightened his body, and there was a faint blood mist in his pupils.
Lu Deng raised his head, his eyebrows still curved: "Remember? Just bite here, don't worry, I will recover faster than you—"
Before he could finish his words, he was already picked up by Gu Ting, and the thick black mist obscured his vision in a blink of an eye. When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the bed in the bedroom.
Although it was good to sleep together, he remembered that the other party originally planned to take him to dinner.
Lu Deng blinked and raised his head slightly. The pupils of the ancestors of the blood clan have turned scarlet, and the eyebrows are furrowed.
Gu Ting looked at him and said softly, "Huaiye... okay?"
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the moonlight falling in through the window.
"it is good."
Lu Deng raised the corners of his lips, his fingertips touched the lips of the pure-blood ancestor, and went to look for his fangs: "Don't be nervous, once you're born, you'll be familiar—"
Gu Ting has been overwhelmed.
…
That's what I was asking about.
This is also good.
With the in-depth experience of the previous few times, Lu Deng no longer felt nervous. Taking advantage of the gap between the kisses, he pulled back slightly, raised his eyebrows, and met the surging and straightforward affection in his bloody pupils.
Give him anything.
The two bodies shared a vigorous vitality, and Gu Ting's body also brought a touch of temperature, and the blood flow again brought clear pain, which made him tense his body more and more, and his movements became gentler.
"Huai Ye..."
The body is extremely sensitive because of its vitality, and the temperature of the touch explodes on the skin like a knife, but it is also mixed with extreme excitement. Gu Ting hugged him, his eyes tightly covered the person in his arms, and he lowered his head to kiss him, kissing him tightly.
Lu Deng held his arm, raised his head slightly, the light in his black eyes was clear, and leaned back to kiss.
In the extremely dark night, the blood-colored roses quietly bloomed, and the tender green vines poked out their velvety buds and touched them thinly between the stamens.
wind.
To accommodate, to bridge, to linger.
The shadow of the moon passed through the window gap, swayed by the night wind, and sprinkled silver light all over the ground.
The stewed pigeon is mushy.
At noon the next day, Lu Deng finally woke up exhausted.
When I really came here once, I realized that it was far more tiring than simply relieving. There was no part of his body that didn't feel sore, and he was so lazy that he didn't want to move. Lu Deng rarely got up immediately.
"Did you sleep well?"
A soft question rang in his ears, and the temperature that covered him was already cool, and it was especially comfortable in the bright sunlight that fell on his body, which was almost hot.
Greeting Gu Ting's gaze, Lu Deng's eyes were full of smiles, he nodded, and was hugged and leaned into his arms, his eyes fell tired again, and he couldn't help but close them again.
A light kiss fell on his forehead, the glass of water was placed beside his lips, and when he flicked it gently, his lips felt a little cool.
Gu Ting hugged him and sat down away from the sun, watching the small prey in his arms unconsciously bury into his arms, his eyes became more and more warm, and he gently hugged him and sat firmly: "Drink some water."
Lu Deng took two sips of water with his hand, groped to find the corner of Gu Ting's clothes, held it between his fingers, and pressed his hot cheeks to his cool chest.
I don't feel sleepy, just too relaxed. For the first time, my mind was delivered unreservedly, and it was empty to the extreme. I just wanted to find that familiar embrace and lean in, and slept until the end of the day.
The rich aroma of the food filled his nostrils, and his belly rumbling again, finally pulling back the consciousness that was almost sinking back into drowsiness.
Lu Deng opened his eyes and met the soft smile in Gu Ting's eyes: "I have something to eat, I changed the ticket for the evening, and there is still time."
The chicken soup was golden and bright, and the oil slick was carefully skimmed.
After finally being dispelled from the drowsiness, Lu Deng swallowed the spoonful of chicken soup, which was not only rich and fragrant, but also tasted just right. He looked up at the ancestors of the blood clan, who apparently couldn't taste normal food, with curiosity in his eyes.
"tasty?"
Seeing the bright light in his eyes, Gu Ting finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and took him into his arms again.
"Thanks to you, my body has been neutralized for a while. I had a rare opportunity, so I tried the formula and the dosage - it seems to work well, and tell me what you want to eat in the future."
When his vitality was filled to the extreme, he briefly transformed into a human form. It is a pity that this process is still reversible, the blood race's body cannot retain vitality, and before Lu Deng wakes up, he has returned to his original state again.
Unexpectedly, his own strength has such an effect, Lu Deng blinked his eyes, nodded with the corners of his lips raised, and took the spoon and chopsticks in his hand: "Are you leaving at night?"
"It's a sightseeing yacht. The facilities inside are very good. You can sleep when you go up. It will take about three to four days on the road."
Gu Ting nodded, watching the small prey in his arms eating what he made, and rubbing his short hair contentedly: "If the weather is fine, we can still take pictures."
His whereabouts have to be reported to the Secret Service. If he says frankly that he is going to find the altar, he will definitely not be approved.
The altar you are looking for is not too far from here. In the jungle at the end of this journey, as long as you move fast enough, it may not attract the attention of the Secret Service.
Sensing that he was in a trance, Lu Huaiye raised his head in his arms, Gu Ting retracted his arms soothingly, picked up a piece of stewed chicken thigh and fed it to him: "Make up more."
When he was with Lu Huaiye, the atmosphere was so warm that he almost forgot the rules that he had to be on guard against, but if he wanted the other party not to be embarrassed by his identity, he had to follow the rules and regulations of the Secret Service as much as possible.
It's okay to follow.
Sightseeing yachts are not as fast as ordinary suspended boats, but they are much more stable. It just so happens that he is not used to human transportation, so walking comfortably can be regarded as a sightseeing tour.
Unexpectedly, he had some expectations for this trip. Gu Ting raised the corners of his lips, lowered his head and touched the soft short hair between his jaws, and then took the person into his arms.
When the bodies were in harmony, he finally saw the blood cross mark on Lu Huaiye's body.
Lu Huaiye's strength is more than the restraint and softness shown. He knew it for a long time, but he still didn't expect that the other party was actually wearing a stigmata.
The stigma is the natural nemesis of the blood race, not only because the human beings with the stigma are generally superior in strength, but also because the humans who have this kind of mark can deprive the blood of the blood race through it, and use it for their own use.
The blood clan's body is extremely lacking in vitality. Under the too intimate touch, Lu Huaiye unconsciously gave him most of the vitality in his body. Fortunately, he found the stigmata in time and tried his own strength. It was time to go back to prevent the other party from accidentally falling into a deep sleep.
Just more sun exposure.
Gu Ting raised the corner of his mouth and looked down at the little human guy in his arms.
Lu Huaiye ate to his heart's content and drank the last bit of soup. He was wiping his lips with a napkin. He noticed his gaze, raised his head, and was kissed by Gu Ting with a smile.
With stigmata it's easy to do.
He is also capable of feeding his small prey well.
When it was getting dark, Lu Deng and Gu Ting boarded the airship together.
The floating boat used for excursions is large enough to block the sun, and it is made into a retro ship shape. The sampans are covered with comfortable fleece blankets, and there are all kinds of facilities, which are particularly spectacular in the dim sky.
The young man with the drawing board followed the photographer, mixed in the crowd of tourists, and looked at everything around him curiously. The tall photographer held his hand firmly, stopped from time to time, and patiently explained the camera position and light and shadow with him.
Tourists beamed generously to the cameras, and some waved at them. The atmosphere was relaxed and happy, no one noticed Gu Ting's identity, and everyone was looking forward to the upcoming journey.
Lu Deng held up the camera, focusing on every face he swiped.
This plot is just a sideline, and there is no concrete description of the runaway power user. The system is quick-witted and has taken a few blurry pictures in the screen, which can roughly restore a photo of a profile face.
It is somewhat difficult to find people based on this photo. Gu Ting has changed the ticket once, maybe he has missed the original trip because of the change.
While he was pondering, a cool touch was suddenly placed on his cheek.
Lu Deng returned to his senses and raised his head. Gu Ting has reached out his hand with a smile and took the camera in his hand: "Are you tired? Let's go to the room, have a good night's sleep first, and get enough energy before coming out."
The accident happened in the afternoon. They were to stay in the boat for three days, and even if it happened tomorrow afternoon, there would be a whole night and a morning for preparation.
There were already few tourists on the sampan. Lu Deng retracted his thoughts and nodded, looking at the camera in his hand, his eyes suddenly brightened: "Follow me."
Gu Ting was slightly startled, and he was dragged to the edge of the sampan. He watched him neatly spread the easel and put the drawing board on it. He chuckled and teased warmly: "Why is the scenery so important that it needs to be painted?"
"you."
Lu Deng pursed the corners of his lips with a smile in his eyes, poked at the edge of the sampan with the pure-blooded ancestor who was suddenly stiff because of these words, posed meticulously, and quickly kissed him on the lips: "Don't move. "
Vampires cannot leave images, but paintings are okay.
He knew that Gu Ting was a photographer not only to be able to walk around, but also because he wanted to record what he saw - as for the part that should be recorded well, he would leave it to himself.
The floating boat started slowly, so smoothly that even the palette dragged by the vines did not shake at all. Lu Deng rolled up his sleeves, looked at the figure in front of him seriously, and wrote down against the shimmering golden light under the setting sun.
The afterglow of the setting sun has dissipated the heat, even the blood family will not be burned, but Gu Ting still feels inexplicably hot on his face.
His little prey doesn't talk much, and likes to look at him quietly, but his eyes are mostly soft and warm, and it is rare to have such an undisguised focus, as if his moist black eyes can only hold him.
Unable to guess what was being depicted under that brush, Gu Ting couldn't hold back more and more. Taking advantage of Lu Huaiye's opportunity to lower his head and concentrate on painting, he wanted to flash in the past to take a look, but was fixed back to the place by the vines along his waist.
Qingteng was soft and smooth, without the sharp thorns that Lu Huaiye had when he was about to attack, dragged him back to his place, and a leaf gently patted the back of his hand soothingly.
Gu Ting was deeply curious and tried to stroke the leaf, when he suddenly heard a soft sound from behind the drawing board.
When he raised his head, Lu Huaiye's figure had been mostly blocked by the drawing board, and the tips of his ears were flushed.
Realizing that these plants seemed to echo the other's mind, Gu Ting raised his brows and couldn't help but touch the soft tentacles on the vines again. He was finally rolled up through his sleeves and tied firmly to the side of the boat.
According to the reaction just now, this is probably Lu Huaiye holding himself with his hands and feet.
Gu Ting was tied up in a relaxed manner, lowered his head slightly, and carefully studied the veins on the leaves.
After finally controlling the opponent to stop touching him, Lu Deng breathed a long sigh of relief behind the drawing board, stretched the corners of his clothes, and continued to focus on writing.
The airship sailed smoothly, and under the dark blue sky, the sunset was already orange-red.
Gu Ting's back turned to the darkening sunlight, and his figure was outlined in pale gold, which gradually dimmed and melted into the darkening night.
The pure-blooded ancestor had broad shoulders and long legs, tall and sturdy, his pupils reflected a hint of pink in the dark night, and he was tied by vines and could not move, showing a rare mysterious danger.
Lu Deng picked up the corners of his lips, and flipped out two fluorescent grasses for lighting. The colors gradually faded on the canvas, and a rough basic outline was painted.
The brush paused slightly on the color of his pupils. He was considering which color to use when Lu Deng suddenly felt a tingling pain in his right wrist. He groaned unexpectedly, and the brush he was holding also trembled, and a cloud of crimson fell on the canvas.
Gu Ting's expression tightened, and his figure suddenly turned into a black mist. He got rid of the shackles of the vines, and held the person in his arms: "What's the matter? Where is it uncomfortable?"
Lu Deng clenched his right wrist and shook his head gently, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Knowing that it was the place used by the Secret Service to control the agents, Gu Ting became more and more uneasy. After carefully gathering the painting tools on the sampan, he returned to the predetermined room in a blink of an eye.
Wanting to take Lu Huaiye on this journey more comfortably, he deliberately booked a first-class cabin. The double room was spacious and bright, the comfortable bed was neatly tidied up, and there were snacks and refreshments that had just been delivered on the table.
At this moment, Gu Ting didn't care about the conditions in the room at all, he just carefully placed the human youth who had always lowered his eyes and said nothing on the bed, put his right hand in the palm of his hand, and raised his hand to wipe the fine cold sweat from his forehead: "Also Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Lu Deng shook his head, his mind still stuck on the notification he just saw.
He almost had a face-to-face conflict with the Secret Service Commissioner twice. Although they were all eased by accident, the above must have long been dissatisfied with him.
The pain this time was unexpectedly strong, not only as a reminder, but also as a reminder to him to remember his duty.
But that's not the most important thing either.
Retaining the communicator is just an expedient measure. He doesn't want to have a conflict with the Secret Service now. If necessary, he can naturally find a way to remove this thing directly. What really worried him was the urgent notice he had just received.
Gu Ting didn't want to ask his secrets, but after all, he couldn't let it go. He squatted on the side of the bed with his hands together, and raised his head slightly: "Huaiye, is there anything I can help?"