Seaman's pupils became blood red, and he pulled out the metal chain and threw it on the ground casually, "Huh? There is no other person's smell here?" Slightly moved closer to sniff, grabbed Lyle's hair and asked softly, "The little bat is used for the front ?”
Lyle gasped in pain, and heard Heman's answer, he groaned and refused to speak.
Seaman's red pupils stared at Lyle closely, and his lower lip was slowly turned by the sharp teeth, "Aren't you going to say it?"
"Oh my dark god, the young master is a gong!" Lyle yelled weakly, burying his face in the pillow and refusing to get up.
"Ah, so the thing in front touched someone else? What else, here?" Seaman smiled gently, and slowly pulled the other end of the blood-stained thin chain, which was a round gold ring.
"Has anyone touched this place again?" Gently pressing the button of the gold ring, the thumb gently moved the light pink harmony point, and the other hand holding the gold ring found a small but long-standing hole, hole.
"Crack."
The tiny metal buckle seemed tailor-made for that hole, "It still fits so well." Seaman smiled softly, "It's still a long time before dawn, I can slowly help you recall some things."
Lyle yelled sullenly, ""You take this away from me! "
"Take it away? Do you think I came here just to take you back?" Seaman smiled softly, lightly tugging at the things he had just brought up.
The sideways head opened the mouth, and the sharp teeth pierced Lyall's carotid artery.
But there was no sound of swallowing, obviously he was not eating, and Lyle, who was still full of anger, twitched in a short frequency.
If Asa was here, he would remember what Butler Samuel told him, that the vampire's teeth could release a kind of neurotoxin, which would make the bitten person experience a different feeling.
…
Asa always felt that something was wrong when he woke up in the morning, but after the quilt was lifted, the bath towel was still tied around his waist, and Gal was obediently lying on his chest.
It seems to be no different from when you usually wake up, but why, do you feel that something is wrong
"Dad?" Gal also woke up, laying on Asa's chest and yawning a little, moving his butt slightly, "What is this?"
Asa's face darkened a little, he knew something was wrong, and the physiological reaction in the morning was against Gal.
"It's nothing, Dad's hand is on you." After finishing speaking, he wanted to push Gal away.
Cal wrapped his arms around Asa's waist, rubbed Asa Guangguo's stomach with a face full of dependence, and whispered softly, "Dad, Dad."
Asa's stomach was stiff, her lower body was stiff, and the baby's face was too soft.
"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door, and Asa looked at the wall clock. Someone would come to him at half past seven, "Cal come down."
"Oh." Gal pursed his lips, rolled to the side and fell onto the bed, half lying on the bed to watch Asa get dressed.
"Asa, the script is out." Asa opened the door, and Allen stood expressionlessly at the door of the hotel room, and handed him a hardcover folder, "Hurry up and rehearse tomorrow afternoon."
Asa nodded, took the script and flipped through it casually, "Why do you get up so early?"
Alan lifted his glasses and looked at the time by the way, "If you think half past nine is early, then I have nothing to say."
Asa was taken aback, and looked sideways at the wall clock in the room, "Is the hotel clock broken? Also, Mr. Allen, should you consider changing a pair of glasses? To be honest, you have been lifting the frames all the time, which made me feel visually tired. .”
"..." Allen frowned slightly, "The nose is too collapsed, I'm really sorry, I'll take my leave first, I asked Mr. Mino to customize glasses." After finishing speaking, he turned and walked out of the corridor.
Asa raised his eyebrows and looked at the back of Allen going away, and then glanced at Lyle's room. It seems that today will be very busy. As for the script? It's over in ten minutes.
What should I do
"Dad." Cal's voice came from behind him.
Asa glanced back but found that the other party had put on his clothes, "Why are they so short?" The light blue baby clothes got stuck on Cal's belly button, revealing a section of pale skin.
"It doesn't fit," Gal said, trying to pull his clothes down a bit to cover what was exposed.
Asa looked at Cal, who had obvious intentions, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, "Are you going out to buy new clothes?"
Cal raised his head suddenly, looked at Asa with watery green eyes, tilted his head and asked, "What are the new clothes?"
Asa narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Cal quietly on the bed, and said coldly, "I know you understand, being cute is a bit too cute for Cal."
"..." Gal pulled his little clothes and nodded seriously, "Understood, Dad. Shall we go buy new clothes?"
"Ding dong." The closed door was ringed.
Asa frowned, who is it? Allen likes to knock on the door directly, but Seaman likes to ring the doorbell last night.
Opening the door, I saw Seaman standing at the door carrying a luxurious golden cage, "I think I need to go shopping for some clothes, is Mr. Asa busy this afternoon?"
"I also need to buy some children's clothes for Gal." Asa pointed to the silver-haired baby who was pulling his clothes.
Asa looked down at the fat bat lying in the cage, "But Mr. Seaman, are you going to just carry the big dog?"
Ximan curled his lips and smiled, looking tenderly at the red-haired Lyle in the cage, "Big dog? Can such a loyal animal really be used to describe him?"
Asa also looked at the cage meaningfully, "He's just a little stupid."
Seaman smiled coldly, "It's really stupid." But Asa saw a real smile in his eyes.
"Squeak!" The red-haired bat seemed to be dissatisfied with the words of the two of them, squatting in the cage to protest, "Squeak!"
Asa raised his eyebrows, "The bat's feet are cuffed to... breasts, rings?"
Ximan laughed softly, lifted the cage with dark eyes, "He likes this."
"!!! Squeak squeak!!!!!!"
Asa looked at the fat bat with a face full of resistance, smiled and said nothing.
Those who taught Gall badly really need to learn a little lesson.
…
Two hours later, in the shopping mall of the Luxor Hotel, a man in casual clothes holding a half-sized baby and a man carrying a huge bat cage walked side by side in the baby and children's clothing section.
"The emerald green children's outfit just now is very suitable for your son." Seaman raised his chin and glanced at Gal, "With emerald green pupils and silver-white hair, wearing that dress really looks like a pea shooter. "
Asa paused, turned his head and asked, "What is a peashooter?"
"Oh, I'm really sorry, I forgot that you lost your memory. It's an item in a mobile game, and many young blood races are playing that." Seaman kept a decent smile on his face, "They're all green."
"But I think he would look like a potted plant in that dress." Asa didn't bother about Peashooter too much, "Besides, he doesn't seem to like it either."
Seaman picked up the cage with another hand, "He likes it? The clothes he picked out in the children's clothing store are all similar in color to the one you are wearing."
Asa looked at the pure white casual shirt he was wearing, and then at the children's clothes in the shopping bag, "It's really similar, maybe it's because I've been with me for a long time, and even my hobbies have become similar to mine."
"Yes, pretending to be parent-child, your son is in love, and father love." Seaman looked at Gal who was lying in Asa's arms, and said these words very firmly.
Asa looked down at the cage in the opponent's hand, "You are also a younger brother, Mr. Seaman. By the way, are there any high-level blood slaves in the blood clan world?"
"A high-ranking blood slave?" Seaman paused in his footsteps, a trace of doubt flashed across his face, and he asked inexplicably.
Seeing the other party's reaction, Asa also paused, "Is there no one? There are no high-level blood slaves with golden pupils in the blood race world?" Although his voice was still cold, his pupils were fixed on Lyle who was curled up in the cage.
"Maybe you're right, the title Big Dog may really not be suitable for this bat."