Fred slept until dusk and didn't wake up. When he moved, he realized that there was still a person in his arms. The corner of his mouth twitched and his eyes curled into smiles. He rolled over and pressed Edward, "Good evening..." Suddenly his expression changed, and he pulled away Stern tone: "Who are you?"
Edward opened his eyes, there was undisguised love in his eyes, and there was a hint of joy when he looked carefully, the corner of his mouth was pulled slightly, and he changed into a more sexual posture, "I am Edward who loves you the most, baby, come here, let me hug you."
The little luck in Fred's heart was completely shattered, "Pfft..." He spat out a mouthful of blood, and many blurry images flashed in his mind, as if it wasn't the first time that he woke up and changed people around him.
"What's wrong with you, Fred? Drink some of my blood." Edward cut his finger and forcefully stuffed it into Fred's mouth.
For Edward, no matter what kind of blood hurts him, it seems to be an instinctive thing to feed Fred's blood in a hurry.
The picture in Fred's mind was interrupted by Edward, but he couldn't think of it any more. Fred was out of breath, spit out another mouthful of blood, and passed out with black eyes.
Edward hastily opened his mouth and fed a lot of his blood, then carried him down to the stone room, opened his sleeping sarcophagus and walked in.
Since he is physically injured, this is the best place to heal his injuries, and he will guard him.
Fred woke up and found himself in the sarcophagus in a daze, and hugged Edward in surprise, "Is that you? Lord Edward?"
Edward was taken aback, "It's me, what's wrong?"
When Fred heard Edward's tone of voice, he put down his hands in disappointment, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.
"What's wrong with you? Do you want to drink some more blood?"
Fred shook his head, and suddenly raised his head to stare at Edward, "Where did that person in your body go?"
Edward was startled, his eyes dodged, "Who? Why don't I know?"
"Are you lying to me? Tell me, where did he go?" Fred's sharp five claws strangled Edward's neck, his words threatening.
Edward didn't expect him to make a move suddenly, with a blank expression on his face, "Fred, you...why?"
"I like him, no, I love him, tell me where he's gone, or I'll kill you."
"I am Edward, why don't you believe it?" Edward said helplessly.
Fred sneered: "You are Edward? Then who is he?"
Edward was silent for a while, "I am Edward, Edward who loves you."
Fred tightened his fingers: "Do you want to die?"
"You can't kill me." Especially after being killed by you once, how could I be defenseless.
Fred let go of his hands in despair, he knew what the person in front of him said was true, but where did his Lord Edward go? Where did he go
His tears poured out uncontrollably, this was the first time he was truly sad enough to cry, the previous ones were just pretended by him.
Edward hurriedly wiped away tears for Fred, "Don't cry, I'm here, I'm always by your side."
Fred pushed Edward away, "You are not him, you are not him! No!" He opened the sarcophagus and staggered out.
"Fred! Stop! I am Edward." Edward shouted anxiously.
In a blink of an eye, Fred disappeared in front of him, and he chased him out but couldn't find him.
He stood at the gate of the castle and stared into the distance. It turned out that he was still the loser again.
He never saw Fred again in this life, maybe he found his "Edward" or maybe he died in that unknown corner.
And since he missed Fred once in a while, he should manage the blood clan well, so as not to waste the country that he made for him.
(end of this chapter)