Finally seeing the dawn of throwing the pot out, before the other party could react, Wei Long had reached an agreement unilaterally. Smiling and patted him on the shoulder, he turned back to the human doctor: "Honey, if you still have the canine braces, can you borrow them for a while?"
"Yes, there are, but I still don't recommend that you lose blood without food reserves."
Dr. Shang took out an unopened braces from his pocket, but still shook his head in disapproval, and didn't hand it to the vampire immediately: "Don't forget, besides Wanglaoji, there is also a Jiaduobao Waiting for us."
"Honey, please believe me—I will explain the specific reasons to you in detail later, but it is undoubtedly very worthwhile."
Facing Wang Laoji's tyrannical coercion, there is no trace of it. The vampire smiled and blinked at him, then gracefully leaned over slightly, wrapped his shoulders with one hand, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Alas!"
The two little dragons tacitly covered their eyes with their tails and coaxed loudly together. The face of the human doctor turned a little blood unconsciously. He put the two little dragons into his pocket, coughed lightly without turning his head, and stuffed the braces in his hand.
"Next time I must make a report, more than 100 words, and explain more than three effective objective reasons... Remember?"
"No problem, I will definitely report in advance next time."
Looking at his doctor's state which was very different from usual, the vampire had a gentle smile in his eyes, put his hands on his shoulders and bowed in a salute, and complied solemnly. He also thoughtfully asked if he still wanted dessert, sent the werewolf butler to cut watermelon, and finally turned back to Wanglaoji contentedly.
"Are you vampires from a thousand years ago so tired of falling in love? If I had a torch in my hand, I would have burned you both by now..."
Forced to stuff his mouth full of dog food, Wang Laoji was so angry that he ground his dentures. He snatched the braces handed over by the other party, and stuffed them into his mouth angrily.
Looking at the young master of herbal tea who was so angry, Wei Long blinked curiously, lowered her head and slowly rolled up her sleeves: "As far as I know, the FFF group should not burn our type—besides, you just said , you are also busy with dating, why should you envy the two of us?"
"You don't know that the state of unilateral pursuit can be counted as being in love now?"
Having been punctured by the previous big words, Wang Laoji gave him a bitter look, took out a booklet from his pocket, and threw it on the ground.
"That's what you old folks made up - what a "Vampire's Guide to Love", I'm crazy to believe what's written in it..."
"This is really a big wrong-I personally don't want to recall the past that was cheated by this guide."
Glancing at the familiar cover of the booklet, the wronged ancestor couldn't help but chuckle, and took out the same booklet from his pocket, and handed it to him.
"This guide has been around for far longer than you can imagine. It was under its guidance that I started my first quest—but it turns out that most of the things written on it are useless, even It could well be counterproductive. I've crossed out some entries like this, and you can hold that as a reference to some degree if you need to."
"Really—are you really so kind?!"
Wang Laoji's eyes lit up suddenly, he grabbed the booklet, flipped through it as if it were a treasure, and then nodded with a sudden realization: "No wonder, it turns out that these tricks are not easy to work—hell, if I knew I shouldn't have Cracking open the windows of their house in the middle of the night should not have written his name on the mirror of his house with blood... "
"... From your description, if you are not pursuing another vampire, I guess your love process is probably coming to an end."
Dexterously pulled the booklet out of the hand of the junior who was thirsty for knowledge. Looking at the single vampire that was about to erupt with a smile, Wei Long shook his head unhurriedly, and stretched out his arm: "Drink first, this booklet will be yours after you complete the purification."
"I always feel that you must have a conspiracy. Don't discriminate against my IQ... Are you also a human pretending to be?!"
Looking vigilantly at Wei Long, who always seemed to have other plans in front of him, the young master of herbal tea who had been forced out of persecution paranoia suddenly jumped up and grabbed the other party's collar fiercely. Just about to break the other party's canine teeth, the pure blood king who was in full swing picked him up: "Okay, bite quickly—do you need me to release the bat to prove my identity?"
"That's okay, I think you should be real..."
Wang Laoji nodded hesitantly, and finally moved to his arm after a while, and bit it hesitantly. But he just bit his arm, and just after taking a sip, he spat it out with a wow: "How could it be—how could it be so spicy!"
"Forgive me for forgetting to tell you in advance—this is a racial talent used by pure-blooded people to protect themselves. After you upgrade to pure, the blood will also have a special taste."
Although he apologized without sincerity in his mouth, the pure blood king obviously had a narrow smile in his eyes, and lightly patted the junior on the shoulder.
"Drink it, it's better than other flavors. When I was very young, I once drank the blood of an elder for treatment. The strong taste of palm oil is still fresh in my memory..."
"No—I'm afraid of spicy food, I don't want to drink it!"
He was so hot that he stuck out his tongue and gasped for breath. Wang Laoji wiped the swollen corners of his mouth, shook his head tearfully, shuddered under the suddenly stern gaze of the Pure Blood King, shivered and hid in the corner of the wall.
Seeing that the pot that had been thrown halfway was about to be thrown back again, the smile in Wei Long's eyes suddenly faded, and turned into an undeniable severity, and she pushed his head down.
"At least three sips, drink quickly, don't dawdle!"
"When I came out to hang out, my dad didn't tell me—didn't tell me that I would be held on the head and drink blood..."
I didn't expect that one day I would be reduced to the point where I was forced to suck blood. Wang Laoji was so aggrieved that he continued to drink three mouthfuls while choking, and then cried out with a wow: "Water, water—give me water!"
"The conversion hasn't been completed yet, don't move around."
Before he had time to jump up, he was pushed back by the brutal King of Pure Blood, and the black mist that had gradually faded gathered again, engulfing the two of them together.
The black fog was so thick that it was opaque, and it was completely impossible to see what was going on inside from the outside, only the muffled groans and screams of Wang Laoji could be heard intermittently.
"It's no wonder that our old Huo was not allowed to do it at the beginning. Hearing this sound, your old Wei probably beat him back to the ball."
The golden dragon patted his tail in satisfaction, and nodded towards the human doctor with satisfaction. Seeing his two cubs still begging for meat, he coughed majestically: "Xianbao Xianbei, Come back quickly—don't disturb Dr. Shang for dinner!"
The two little dragons had always been quite afraid of their father's authority, so they swam back obediently and wiped each other's mouths with their tails in a sensible manner.
Seeing that his father seemed to be in a good mood, the two little dragons got together and muttered together for a while, then Xianbei nodded and mustered up the courage to swim to Jinlong's side: "Daddy, brother doctor is sick, we will help him heal Bar… "
"You're worthless, just a few pieces of candy bought you off?"
He widened his eyes angrily, looking at his son who was frightened and straightened in front of him, a satisfied smile flashed in Jin Long's eyes. Pulling the little guy away with the dragon's beard, he looked up at the human doctor who was still looking dazed.
"Your old Wei also talked to me about this before, saying that he wanted my two sons to sign with you—what do you think?"
Only then did he understand that Xianbei was thinking of a way to "cure" himself. Shang Haojia smiled helplessly, touched Xiaolong who ran back to rub against him, and met Jinlong's scrutinizing gaze frankly.
"I did hear Wei Long mention this matter. It is said that signing a contract with the Dragon Clan can share the dragon's luck and long lifespan-if such a contract is signed, it will not have any impact on the growth and development of the Dragon Clan, and it will not damage yours. In terms of strength, I personally yearn for such an opportunity.”
"Of course it won't have any impact on us. We have to sign a hundred or eighty people in a lifetime, if there is anything, we will have been squeezed out long ago."
Jin Long flicked his tail disapprovingly, cleared his throat, and looked at him with dignity suddenly. The coercion belonging to the real dragon suddenly spread, instantly suppressing the power that originally belonged to the pure blood.
"But you have to know that the human beings who signed the contract with the real dragon have to pay the price. There is no pie in the world, are you ready to pay the price for it?"
"I'm a doctor, and I'm used to signing informed consent forms—I hope I can understand the content of the contract before deciding whether to sign it."
Different from the deliberate protection of her own vampire, this real dragon's coercion was crushed down to the point, and Shang Haojia felt his whole body sink suddenly, and even his breathing was a bit labored. But he still leaned on the sofa calmly, met Jin Long's scrutinizing gaze, and replied unhurriedly.
"Of course—you have the right to know this in advance."
There was a little appreciation in his eyes, Jin Long nodded, watching him speak seriously.
"Every human being who signs a contract with the Dragon Clan must pay regular tribute to the Dragon Clan every year. The type of tribute for the underage dragons is determined by the guardian dragon, that is, me. I won't play around with you anymore, just a bag of big white rabbit milk for each dragon every year. Sugar, you have to hand it over to me, you can’t give it to them directly—besides, every time you sign a contract with a dragon, you have the obligation to adopt a dragon egg, and raise them until they hatch and pass through the young period, and they are not allowed to be abandoned halfway.”
Speaking of the overlord's terms of being a dragon's father, even Jin Long couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment, coughed lightly, and flicked his tail uncomfortably.
"After all, you are Chinese, and you should also know that our family lays too many eggs, and they may not all be born from anything, and they may not be born in what shape... If you agree, I will try my best to choose." I'll give you two better eggs, no matter what, they're at the lower level, okay?"