The devil picked up the box and showed it to the fans in the live broadcast room, baring his fangs for a long time without understanding: "What kind of punishment is this?"
Some fans quickly reacted.
[Could it be that because you acted as a vampire, you gave you garlic and poisoned you! 】
[Hahahahaha, it makes sense! 】
[Papa Chen Fei, this is to give you a death penalty! 】
The devil asked the administrative sister again, it was really Zhang Chenfei who called and asked him to add sugar and garlic. Pinch a garlic clove with a sad face, the sweet and sour garlic exudes a sweet fragrance, which makes people appetite.
"Why did you give me a capital offense? Just because I asked the boss for two dollars? Don't the poor have human rights?" The demon king took off his two fangs angrily, took a bite, and read out the popular costumes nowadays. The line in the play "The Queen of Disaster", "Queens, the old ministers are really wronged!"
Fans suddenly laughed wildly, and the screen was swiped by limited gifts for a while.
[Art Demon King received "Veteran Cadre Condolences" x3, sound effect: It has nothing to do with this comrade woman! 】
Dad Jiao’s expression was like a goddess sprinkling flowers, and the sound effects played repeatedly. No one cared about the life and death of that little vampire. The screen was full hahaha.
The human world is so cold-blooded and ruthless!
The sweet and sour sugar garlic is just perfect for the fried noodles. The demon king took a bite of garlic, then he picked up the fried noodles and ate it. The game characters are not fighting at this moment, and are hoeing the ground automatically in their courtyard.
All equipment in the Shifei Game Test Center is top-of-the-line, including microphones. The sound of eating is transmitted into the live broadcast room through a valuable microphone, with the continuous echo of the high-end sound card. The "baby" sound of noodles is soft, the "click" sound of biting the sugar garlic is crisp, and the "grumbling" sound of drinking lemon tea is so enjoyable, it makes people's appetites strong.
[A God looks delicious when eating. 】
[Excuse me, I just came here, is this food broadcasting? 】
[Yes, yes, this is the live broadcast room of Art. 】
Jiao Qi looked at the devil who was eating sweetly on the screen, suddenly a little hungry.
Seeing Xiaojiao's wife swallowing, Zhang Chen thought he was scared, and closed the live broadcast room triumphantly. The pictures behind were too bloody to show him.
Don't want to scare him too much, but also let him know how powerful he is. The prince of blood lowered his head and rubbed the soft lips of the little sacrifice: "Remember, no one can defy the order of the prince of blood, and neither can you."
"I also want to eat fried noodles with sugar and garlic." Xiaojiao's wife said without a sense of crisis.
"Have you forgotten your identity?" Mr. Dior smiled and pinched Xiaojiao's chin, his eyes were cold, "You eat sugar garlic, do you want to assassinate this king?"
"..."
"You are so bad, I can only suck you up."
"Hey! Bastard... Um..."
Half an hour later, the small sacrifice squeezed dry by the vampire prince shrank weakly on the sofa. The brutal prince of blood was "clanging" patting cucumbers in the kitchen. Not long after, the steaming noodles are served with a plate of cold cucumber. Can't eat sugar garlic, sour and sweet cucumber to fill the number.
After paying a heavy price for the small sacrifice, he finally ate the fried noodles with soy sauce and forced the prince of blood to drink a pot of lowering fire herbal tea.
The next morning, autumn rain started outside.
One autumn rain and one cold, the weather suddenly turned cold. The air is full of humid breath, sweeping away the dryness of late summer and early autumn.
Zhang Dadi drove, and Jiao Qi, who was sitting in the co-pilot, reached out and touched his head. Thanks to the weather, that little lump is almost gone.
"Today, Friday, where to go tonight?" Jiao Qi turned around and asked him. If he decides to go to the villa as usual, he simply asks his aunt to send Guangzong directly at noon, so that they will not run again after get off work.
"Take you to my old castle," Mr. Vampire turned to look at him, "take your virginity on the big bed full of rose petals."
"My virginity is long gone." Jiao Qi rolled his eyes and sent a message to his aunt. He looked up at the pattering autumn rain outside the car window and asked Annie to confirm the date.
Annie: Yes, tomorrow. Need to help you order flowers
"No." Jiao Qi sent a message to the housekeeper, turned to look at Mr. Vampire who was still wearing a jazz hat, and sighed lightly.
The autumn rain is slightly cool and the temperature changes suddenly. It is a good thing for a big dick who gets angry, but it is a disaster for people with poor health.
"You're sending sugar garlic to the devil's hot search again. Little Jasmine is going to add a new game related to sugar garlic... Aye..." When the male secretary was reporting to Zhang Chenfei, he suddenly turned around and hit his mouth. Sneeze.
"Have a cold?" Jiao Qi, who was sitting at the table beside him, looked up at him.
"Sorry." The male secretary pulled a tissue.
"Many people in the company have caught colds," female secretary Su Su came in with the attendance confirmation form. "The technical department reported that seven programmers asked for leave."
Programmers who turn day and night are more fragile. Shi Fei Technology has always encouraged them to go to work during the day as much as possible, and has also set up a gym in the building. However, the results have been minimal. When epidemic diseases appear, the technical department is always the first to die.
"The human body is really fragile." Zhang Chen sneered, ruthlessly mocking these weak creatures.
"Yes," Su Su answered without knowing it, "I have to tell the administration department and ask them to buy some Banlangen for everyone to drink."
"You have a drink too." The prince looked at the weak little wife.
"No, I haven't caught a cold for several years." Jiao Qi shook his head, refusing to drink something that children would only drink.
"Hush—" Mr. Vampire suddenly moved to the little sacrifice, and stretched out a slender finger against the soft lips, not allowing him to speak, "Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, you will be heard by the devil."
In the past, the older generation said that they shouldn’t boast that their children have not been sick recently. Once they say, they will get sick at night. The two secretaries were dumbfounded, shivered by their CEO, and walked out tremblingly.
After a while, Shi Fei was in the staff group.
[Secretary Su Su: Don't stroll to the president's room if you have nothing to do recently. 】
However, it turns out that His Royal Highness's worry is not unnecessary. When he returned to the villa at night, Jiao Qi spoke with a nasal tone, and his head began to hurt after dinner.
"Just take a piece of cold medicine." Jiao Qi asked the housekeeper to find cold medicine in the medicine cabinet.
"No! You can't eat randomly, how can you be sure that this is a cold?" Mr. Vampire did not believe in human judgment and insisted on calling Que De.
Therefore, in the rainy autumn night, Imperial Doctor Que De was once again called by the tyrant and ordered to arrive within an hour.
"Today's road conditions, you give me five times the money, and it takes less than an hour! If you are in a sudden illness, call the hospital to send a helicopter." On a rainy day, there were traffic jams everywhere, and the road was slippery and not driving fast. Que De hurriedly hurried. Finally arrived in the castle of Lord Nicholas within an hour and a half.
After watching it for a while, I didn't see any other problem, which was a common cold.
"If you feel uncomfortable, take two cold medicines. Don't worry if you don't feel uncomfortable, you will be better in seven days."
Zhang Chenfei didn't believe it: "It was fine in the morning, and suddenly caught a cold. Was it caused by excessive blood loss?"
"Huh? Excessive blood loss? Why did you lose blood?" Que De, who was receiving his stethoscope, was taken aback and asked with concern, "If there is a large amount of blood loss, it will indeed cause weakness and easy infection."
"That's it, ten drops of blood and one drop...well..."
Jiao Qi hurriedly covered Zhang Da's mouth and glanced outside the bedroom door. The housekeeper and servant were not there, and he sighed with relief: "Don't listen to him, he is still in the plot."
As the only person who knew that Zhang Chenfei was ill, Que De nodded to express understanding.
Zhang Chenfei broke away from the hand of Xiaojiao's wife, jumped up to catch Que De's collar, and pressed the person to the door with a thud: "Can you guarantee that he has a common cold? Let's talk about it after you think about it. If you are misdiagnosed If you do, I will definitely twist your head off and dip the blood in your heart into French fries."
Que De blinked: "Dip fries with my blood? Are you playing a vampire? Cool!" I instantly understood what script this was, and the private doctor who liked the vampire culture had his eyes flashing.
"Okay, stop making trouble." Jiao Qi rubbed his dizzy head, pulled away his old attack, and personally sent Que De downstairs, and asked his mentor what progress he had made.
"There hasn't been much progress yet. He is going to China for academic exchanges recently, and maybe he can find an opportunity for you to meet him." Que De shrugged.
Jiao Qi has no interest in seeing Que De's tutor. This thing is not a medical problem, but a technical problem. Previously, Zhang Chenfei contacted Que De's mentor when he was sober, and asked him to contact the anti-intellectual brain organization in the United States to see if he could get the core data of Intellectual Brain from the United States.
What he needs to see is the data, not the old man.
He supported his painful head upstairs, limply into the quilt. Jiao Qi couldn't help but wonder if this cold was coming so fiercely that it was the cause of the recent kidney deficiency. Since Zhang Dajiao was ill, his kidney has not been able to rest well.
"The human body is so fragile." The prince sighed and took the wilting little sacrifice into his arms. Obviously, it was only a sacrifice offered by a mortal, and it was an insignificant little dessert for him, but when he thought that this little thing would one day die, my heart was throbbing cold for a thousand years.
Jiao Qi, who was so sleepy after taking the cold medicine, didn't hear what Lao Gong said, buried his face in his arms and fell asleep peacefully.
Zhang Chenfei didn't sleep, and held Xiaojiao's wife for midnight, confirming that he didn't have a fever and didn't stop his heartbeat, before closing his eyes and sleeping for a while.
On Saturday morning, it was still raining outside and it was wet everywhere.
The butler walked in with a bunch of white chrysanthemums with drops of water, and said hello to the two gentlemen who got up: "Breakfast is ready, do I need a car later?"
Jiao Qi slept and felt much better, but his nose was still a bit blocked: "Let the driver take us there. I don't want to drive today."
"Okay." The butler nodded and responded, then turned and went out to make arrangements.
The black Maybach hovered on the mountain road, and the mountain was extremely deserted due to rain. Yellow leaves are scattered scattered on the winding oil road, soaked by rain, as if printed on it.
Mr. Vampire was unusually quiet along the way, and didn't ask where he was going. Get out of the car, open his big black umbrella, and walk into the cemetery with the little wife step by step.
Today is the death day of Zhang Chenfei's mother.
Inlaid on the black stone stele is a photo of a young woman. It was an extremely beautiful and heroic woman who looked at the camera and smiled brightly. Zhang Chenfei's brows and eyes are like a mother.
Jiao Qi put the white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tomb, took out a handkerchief and wiped the photo, and whispered: "Mom, we are coming to see you."
Zhang's mother passed away when Zhang Chenfei was in junior high school.
Zhang Chenfei was holding the umbrella, standing behind Xiaojiao's wife, silently looking at the photo on the tombstone, raising his eyes, and suddenly saw a touch of pink hidden behind the tombstone.
"Wait." The prince took up Xiaojiao's wife, put the umbrella in his hand, stepped forward, and pulled out the pink rose behind the tombstone.
Fresh pink roses are tied into a heart shape with ribbons.
"Chen Fei..." Jiao Qi couldn't stop it, and Zhang Chen Fei pinched the rose to the ground.
"How can a mortal flower be worthy of her." Mr. Dior's tone was cold, and he couldn't tell whether it was the truth or the lines. Black leather shoes stepped on, crushing the delicate flowers into mud.
Jiao Qi sighed. If he guessed right, the flower should have been sent by Zhang Chenfei's father. After so many years, he still couldn't forgive his father.
Going to the cemetery in the rain is not good for catching a cold. Jiao Qi kept sneezing when he returned to the villa, and it was better to take a hot bath. After another day of drowsiness, I still had a fever at night.
As for the prince who came back from worshiping his mother, his mood became very bad, and he did not ease up the next day. She guarded her little wife all day long, staying at every step, even going to the toilet.
"I have a cold, not a catastrophe, can I still fly?" Jiao Qi was speechless while sitting on the toilet. He is much better, no fever or headache.
"I have an important thing to tell you. I'll wait for you outside." The elegant vampire leaned over, kissed the corner of his little wife's lips, and went out and closed the door gentlemanly.
When Jiao Qi cleaned up and took a shower, he saw a bed full of petals and a Mr. Vampire with a rose in his mouth.
"Papa", the turban in his hand fell to the ground, Jiao Qi looked at Zhang Dadi who was leaning on the bedside concave shape: "You are..."
Suddenly he was picked up by a copy and put it in a pile of petals. The petals were immediately attached to the hair that hadn't been dried. Jiao Qi struggled to get up.
The gorgeous rose, against the fair skin of the little sacrifice, looks delicious. Mr. Dior licked his lips, climbed up slowly and rhythmically in the pace of jazz dance, and caught the little guy who was trying to escape. Stroking the pale lips, swiping with the rose: "Young man... You must be the curse engraved by the gods thousands of years ago, otherwise, why would I become so crazy?"
"Speaking of people." Jiao Qi was tickled by the rose in his hand and couldn't help frowning.
"Your body is too fragile, let me give you a first embrace. Turn you into a vampire and have endless life like me." The prince chanted affectionately, throwing away the rose, and holding the small sacrifice into his arms .
First embrace, Jiao Qi knew. Legend has it that a high-level vampire can turn an ordinary person into a vampire. The blood of this person must be drained first, and then the blood of this vampire can be given to the person in turn.
"You... how do you want to do it?" Jiao Qi pushed him a little away and asked uncertainly.
"I will suck your blood first, and then when you are fragile and dying, I will water you with my blood and send it to the deepest part of your body. If you can survive it, you will succeed."
This method doesn't seem very traditional, it sounds weird.
Jiao Qi was silent for a moment: "You just don't want to wear a condom, do you?"
"Um... the same can be said."