Mr. Dior

Chapter 40: Sacrifice Sweetheart of the Kindred (1) ┃Don’t put garlic in any dishes

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"Who are you?" Jiao Qi looked at him blankly.

"Remember the most beautiful syllable name in the world," the man laughed lowly, and gently kissed the boy's earlobe, "Dior Nicholas Zhang."

"..." Why is there an extra middle name this time? Knock on Zhinao, Annie said that she didn't know the true meaning of the name, and it was probably sheer nonsense. But since there are "this king" and "food", it should be a curious script.

The Basho employees who are off-duty are not surprised by the show affection of the two bosses, but they don't know what it means to hold an umbrella. "Kacha", the employee did not dare to take photos, but some passers-by couldn't help holding up their mobile phones. The flash dazzled Mr. Dior's eyes, which made him very unhappy.

"Looking for death!" Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes. A stupid human dared to dazzle him with bright light.

Jiao Qi stopped Zhang Dadi who was about to rush over, and raised his hand to signal the security to deal with it, while he dragged the western-style Mr. Nicholas into the car.

This time, Zhang Chen didn't choose the driving position, but gracefully put away his big black umbrella and got into the co-pilot.

"I take the liberty to ask, are you a nobleman?" Jiao Qi was not in a hurry to start the vehicle, so he asked him in his spare time.

"Of course, baby, don't you know me?" Zhang Chenfei was a little surprised. As the prince of the blood clan and the ruler of the dark night, there are even ignorant young people who don't know his name. Reached out and touched the soft top of Jiao Qi's hair, telling him his history.

Annie inquired in time: Kindred, Western Vampire Setting. Fear of the sun, survive by sucking human blood.

vampire…

This Jiao Qi knew that she didn't need to continue to investigate it. I was still playing a vampire game last night, what is really talking about. Could there be a reality trigger mechanism for script selection

His Royal Highness touched the soft top of the young man's hair and smiled very charmingly. This poor little thing was given to the blood prince as a blood slave by his father as a sacrifice to the devil. Fortunately, he is a gentle master and will not torture him too much.

"From today, you are responsible for feeding me. Once I am not full, I may eat you. Now, take me home."

"Let's go eat first." The prince of blood probably won't cook for him, so he will eat outside before going back.

When the car parked in front of a Chinese restaurant, Jiao Qi frowned as he looked at Zhang Dadi who was about to open an umbrella in Liangbu Road, "Can't you stop using an umbrella?" It's embarrassing to open an umbrella on a sunny day.

"Of course," Mr. Dior put away the umbrella and walked in with the little slave's hand. "As a noble prince, I am not afraid of the sun. But the sun will burn my pale skin and reduce my beauty."

Jiao Qi looked at the hand that was two shades darker than himself in shock, and he didn't know where this person's face claimed to be pale and beautiful.

Looking for a secluded place to sit down, Zhang Chenfei picked up the menu and ordered: "Mao Xuewang, duck blood vermicelli soup, blood sausage claypot rice."

"..." Jiao Qi was speechless, and ordered a plate of garlic shrimp.

"Okay, what are the taboos?" The waiter asked dutifully.

"Don't use garlic, don't put garlic in any dishes." Zhang Dajiao said categorically.

"..." If you don't need garlic when you open the side shrimp with garlic, you still need some wool? Jiao Qi resisted the urge to get angry, "Forget it, change to steamed sea bass."

After the waiter left, Zhang Chenfei said to Qi Qi very seriously: "I hope you don't eat garlic from today. That will affect your taste and cause me to be poisoned."

Vampires are afraid of garlic and silverware, and low-level vampires may be killed by garlic.

"..."

After eating, I returned to the apartment in the city center. As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the puppies moaning excitedly inside. Zhang Chenfei took a step back: "What is it?"

"Guangzong." Jiao Qi opened the door, and Xiao Jin Mao immediately rushed over, wagging his tail and rubbing against Zhang Dacock's leg.

"Damn, you raised a werewolf at home!" The blood prince angrily grabbed the puppies on the ground, and looked at him evilly. The blood race and the werewolf have always been enemies. As his little blood slave, he actually hid the werewolf cubs, which is nothing short of a mess.

"Wang!" The werewolf Guangzong was not annoyed by the back of his neck, happily sticking out his tongue to lick his nose.

"Don't make trouble, it's just a golden retriever." Jiao Qi took away the puppies and motioned to Zhang Chen to change his slippers and pour dog food to Guangzong himself. The aunt had poured it before she left, but the puppy is growing and eating a lot. Now the rice bowl is empty.

His Royal Highness stood aside with great interest, watching the ignorant little blood slave feed the werewolf by feeding the dog, and couldn't help but laugh out: "Okay, allow you to keep it." This little thing shows blood at a glance. Pure, probably the werewolf prince. It should be a very interesting thing to raise the werewolf prince into a dog rolling on the ground.

Or to take it a step further, he personally took the shot, turning the little thing into a vampire dog, making it an elegant blood, and becoming the son of his Dior Nicholas Zhang. The werewolves will probably be so angry that they lose their hair and are bald, right

The devil's plan is calculated in his heart, but it is not important. Now that night is coming, he needs to eat.

"You haven't eaten enough yet?" Jiao Qi was very puzzled when he heard Zhang Dacock was about to eat. Just now, this guy had eaten up half a pot of hairy blood, a bowl of fans, and a whole claypot rice. Are you still hungry

"Human food can only make me happy. What I need to fill my stomach is fresh blood." Zhang Chenfei squeezed into the bathroom, hugged the little slave who was taking a shower, and slowly licked the drops of water on his chin.

The shower water hit Zhang Chenfei's body, soaking his shirt. The white shirt became translucent, drawing out the smooth muscles, half-concealed is better than unconcealed.

"Um... Don't make trouble, don't stop it today." The overused place is still hurting, and I have to rest for a few days.

"It's ruthless." Mr. Dior leaned on the wall and wiped his lower lip with his thumb, his eyes deep. Really like a sexy vampire, luring the ignorant boy into a dangerous trap.

"Take off your shirt quickly. It will freeze you for a while." Jiao Qi didn't open his eyes, unmoved, took off Zhang Dadi's clothes in twos and then washed Lao Gong by the way.

When Mr. Vampire came back to his senses, he found that he was holding a fan to blow her little wife's hair. The bath is over, and the temptation is unsuccessful. Jiao Qi was lying on the bed, flipping through the news with his brain.

The enthusiasm of Dad Jiao's incident has diminished, and people don't know the truth and they don't bother to continue discussing it. It's because of Zhang Dadi's magical touch that the game has become popular.

When I opened the game interface, I just saw the vampire I raised, and was turned off by Zhang Dadi. Throwing away the hair dryer, Mr. Dior smiled without anger: "How dare you look at other vampires in front of me."

"Huh?" Jiao Qi didn't react, he was picked up by Zhang Da's, turned over, and threw it on the soft quilt.

"I think you need to understand that you are a sacrifice given to me by mortals. I want to enjoy it. You are not qualified to refuse!" Zhang Chenfei said, pulling Jiao Qi's finger to sniff, gently biting, and enchanted. , "Ah, what a sweet virgin blood."

"I'm not a virgin." Jiao Qi watched his performance without changing his face.

"Ah, I was wrong, what a sweet virgin blood." His Royal Highness knew that he was wrong, and kissed his lips with a smile.

"I'm not a virgin either." Xiaojiao's wife said indifferently.

"...Well," the ruler of the dark night, who will not lose her grace because of repeated interruptions, continues to sigh in a bard-like tone, "Ah, what a sweet little kid."