Ah Gui felt that what Chu Zheng said made sense, so he hurried to report to the above.
Of course, the high-level blood race has thought about this issue, but they can't figure out what the purpose of this group of blood hunters is now.
How to encircle and suppress the werewolf.
They also did not dare to act lightly, for fear of the tricks of the Blood Hunt.
Chuzheng provided them with a piece of news—the holy weapon that Xuan Xiaozhu said.
The news came back, and the blood clan immediately began to act, seeing that the posture was... going to snatch the holy artifact.
Chuzheng: "… "
Do you have a chance!
The blood race has moved, and the situation seems to become even more weird.
But in a short period of time, it is estimated that it will not be able to fight.
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In the middle of the night, Chuzheng found that Yin Bai was not around. She received a call from the body's father today and was reprimanded back and forth for nearly three hours.
If it wasn't for his concern for every word, Chuzheng would have hung up the phone long ago.
I finally hung up the phone and put my arms around the little rabbit to sleep for a while, only to find that there was no one in the middle of the night...
Chu Zheng sat up irritably and glanced across the room.
Yin Bai didn't know how long he had been up, but it was cold all around.
Chuzheng quickly got up and went out, opened it and saw that the bathroom light was on and the door was ajar.
Chuzheng opened the door and saw that the boy was sitting on the ground with a pale face, and there was a box of opened blood plasma on the sink.
There was blood all over the table, mixed with water, and the color was much lighter, which seemed a little strange.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and the sluggish eyes of the young man instantly converged, and he got up in a panic to cover up the blood on the sink.
"what are you doing?"
Chuzheng asked very calmly.
Yinbai poured water to wash away the blood, lips pursed tightly into a line, and the sound of rushing water was especially harsh in the silent night.
Chuzheng reached out and turned off the water, and the space suddenly quieted down.
Yin Bai turned slightly and was pressed by Chuzheng on the sink: "What are you doing, eh?"
Yinbai didn't answer, and his head turned slightly to the side.
Chuzheng: "Hungry?"
In the past few days, she asked Yin Bai if he was hungry, and he said he was not hungry.
Chu Zheng saw him quite normal, so he didn't think much about it.
After all, sometimes she doesn't feel hungry without eating for a week.
Thinking that the first few days may be his body's needs, so he was very hungry. She thought she was much better now, so she wouldn't be hungry so fast.
Who knew she would see such a scene in the middle of the night.
"Answer me, what are you doing?"
Maybe Chuzheng's tone was too cold, Yin Bai shrank back, buried his head lower, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I want to try... get used to the taste of blood plasma, I can't... I can't drink your blood all the time."
It should be painful.
How could he keep being like this...
She can drink such plasma, why can't he.
But…
It was just such a small mouthful that he almost vomited out his stomach.
No matter how he tried, he couldn't get used to the taste and forced himself to swallow it.
He can't.
The boy's body trembled slightly, trying to shrink his body as much as possible, not daring to look at Chuzheng, he seemed to hold his breath for fear of annoying her.
Chuzheng didn't speak, pulled the person away, washed the blood from the corners of the boy's mouth and hands with water, and carried the person back to the room silently.
Yinbai curled up under the quilt, his toes trembling.
Chuzheng lay up and hugged him in his arms, Yin Bai didn't dare to move, and breathed cautiously.
Yin Bai couldn't stand this kind of atmosphere: "Are you... angry?"
Chuzheng touched his head and said lightly, "No."
Yin Bai was a little flustered, grabbed Chuzheng's placket and looked up to kiss her.
Chuzheng didn't dodge, she let the kiss like a puppy in white, cautiously, tenderly and unexpectedly sultry, until the boy put his hand into the clothes, she just grabbed the boy's wrist.
"What?"
The boy's voice trembled: "...don't be angry." He just tried to drink blood plasma. Yin Bai didn't understand why she was angry.
"I am not angry."
She really wasn't angry.
Just looking at Yinbai's cautious look, there are some... indescribable feelings.
It's annoying.
Chuzheng took his hand out: "I am willing to use my blood to nourish you, you don't need to eat those things."
Yin Bai was stunned for a moment, his head was in a mess, and he said incoherently: "Your blood is so precious, I can't... I can adapt to those blood plasma, I can do it."
"No need." Chuzheng squeezed his wrist slightly harder: "The blood you sucked, I can make it up by drinking some plasma, you don't have to worry."
The young man in his arms was a little stunned, breathing lightly and shallowly, like a feather, when it brushed past, it made the heart quiver.
"Do you understand?"
"… "
"If you don't obey, let's break up."
"Listen... I'll listen." The boy was breathing rapidly, and the endings were all vibrato: "I'm obedient, and I won't break up."
When Chuzheng said those two words, an unprecedented panic surged in Yin Bai's heart, and he didn't want to break up with her.
He could not tolerate this being separated from himself.
I don't know why I feel this way...
They obviously didn't know each other for a long time.
"Good. Don't touch that kind of thing in the future."
"...Okay." Yin Bai responded in a low voice, then slowly said, "Wrist hurts..."
When Chuzheng heard him say it hurt, he let go of his hand immediately: "I didn't exert any strength, how could it be..."
The boy immediately broke away from Chuzheng's hand, but Chuzheng didn't expect that he would continue to dig into his clothes.
The boy's youthful kiss struck again, gagging her words in her throat.
"Yinbai..." Chuzheng held down the person and cried out with a headache.
"You don't want me, are you still angry with me?" Yin Bai's voice was soft, like a gust of wind drifting through the night, and he couldn't catch it and couldn't find a trace.
At the end, the teenager added in a low voice, "I'm an adult."
Chuzheng was silent for a few seconds: "Do you know how to do it?"
"... Ah?" Yin Bai was stunned for a while, then said, "I know... I know."
He had vague notions in his head that it should… should be possible.
Chuzheng let go of his hand, and his tone was still cold: "Then try it."
Yin Bai didn't feel ashamed just now, but Chu Zheng suddenly let go of him and said to try, but instead made his cheeks get hot.
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Facts have proved that it should be possible to print in white, but it is completely unsupported, and there is no substantial progress after tossing for a long time.
Yin Bai buried his head in embarrassment, not daring to look at Chuzheng.
Chuzheng pulled the quilt to cover his body: "Stop making trouble, go to sleep."
"I... I will learn." Yin Bai's voice was muffled, but firm: "I can do it next time!"
Chuzheng touched his head: "Okay, I'll teach you next time."
Yin Bai: "I don't want you to teach me!"
"… "
Who else do you want to learn from
Yin Bai is quite good. Seeing that Chuzheng didn't take the initiative to hug him, he arched his head, rubbed himself over, kissed her softly for a while, and then fell asleep.
Maybe it was the previous incident that gave him some unease, and the little rabbit hugged her tightly.
The clothes on his body have been taken off just now. The boy's body is slender and tall, but he feels inexplicably thin.
Chu Zheng sighed slightly.
Children are really hard to raise.