"Can blood heal?"
"No, but if Josh doesn't drink it, he will get sick and die."
"But it's Mama's blood." Josh Hillier cried and hugged Bod. "Mama's gonna die too."
Bod patted his thin back and said the cold truth helplessly: "Josh, everyone is going to die."
Yes, everyone dies.
But Josh Hillier didn't expect this day to come so soon. Bod didn't die for taking blood for him, but was beaten to death by old Josh's wife Mary.
She finally found out about old Josh and Bod. She knew that old Josh and Mary had been together, and that they had a child.
The child was beautiful, with pure golden hair, and a pair of very bright blue eyes, which were exactly the same as the sapphires on her expensive brooch, even deeper and more translucent. But most importantly, his skin is very fair and smooth, without a trace of scars, unlike her and her two sons, nor like old Josh, whose face and body are covered with blood scabs after being exposed to the sun and festering scar.
Maybe, Marie thought, it was because the nasty little bastard had never been out of Black Swan Castle, and had never been in the sun.
So in the summer when there was no snowstorm in the Leeds Mountains, when the golden sun shone into Black Swan Castle again, she ordered her servants to drag Josh Hillier into the sun. The child's hair was even more dazzling under the sun, reflecting a soft golden luster. The sun fell into his translucent blue eyes, making him as pure and lovely as a little angel.
"Please! Ma'am... Josh he's going to die... my child he's going to die..."
In the blurred vision, Josh Hillier saw Bod knelt beside Mary's skirt and begged her bitterly, but she coldly kicked her away, and ordered the servant to hold a hand that was bigger than his leg. The thick stick struck her as if it were a steak that the earl and his sons were enjoying—he had seen that scene once when he slipped into the kitchen.
Blood splashed on Josh Hillier's face and body. He was crying and wanted to crawl towards his mother, but his slender arms couldn't hold his body—his legs were also broken by Mrs. Mary, In order to prevent him from running away from the sun.
In the end, Bod's body was smashed, she was lying on the ground like a pile of rotten meat, her face was also scratched by Mrs. Mary, and those beautiful eyes were gouged out and thrown on the ground.
Mary walked in front of him, looked at his face and body with bleeding blisters, and sighed: "It's really because I haven't been exposed to the sun. I said, why is my brother's son so beautiful?"
The people of the Hillier family are ugly, they drink bright red blood, but their hearts are black.
Josh Hillier was lying on the cold tiles in the sun all day. He wasn't dead, but he thought he might be, too.
In the darkness, he seemed to see a man in a black cloak walking towards him.
Most of the people living in Black Swan Castle have brown hair and green eyes, such as Mrs. Mary, old Josh, and his two brothers. But that man has black hair and gray eyes, and his eyeballs seem to glow red at night, like the devil that adults say, but he is not afraid at all, because he thinks that Mary Madame is scarier than him.
"Sir... can you give me some of your blood?" The moment the man was about to walk away from him, Josh Hillier raised his hand to grab his cloak and asked softly.
His voice was very small and weak, and he wondered if the person hadn't heard it, then he might really be dying here.
But the man stopped and knelt down in front of him. In the dim night, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could hear the smile in his voice: "Poor little thing, I thought you were dead .You want my blood? Do you know what you're doing?"
You know, he's making a deal with the devil.
Legend has it that this requires their souls and the most precious things.
Bod once told him that although his father, Josh Sr., and his two brothers possessed untold wealth, he had something more precious than wealth, and that was love.
Now that Bod was dead, he had no love left, but he could still give his soul.
"Yes, I know." Josh Hillier's legs hurt, as did his face and body, which made him take a break every few words, "I want you blood, Mom said... blood can keep me alive... I don't want to die yet."
"Then you are really lucky." The man smiled lowly, and gently stroked his eyes and hair with his hands, "Your hair and eyes are so beautiful, I would give my blood for them."
The man cut his wrist and dripped blood on Josh Hillier's lips.
For the first time in his life, Josh Hillier took the initiative to drink the taste he hated. The man's blood was as hot as a flame, pouring hot into his chest, choking him to tears, but he The wounds on his body continued to heal with the entry of blood, including those broken legs.
"What's your name?" the man asked him.
"Josh." Josh Hillier replied, "My name is Josh."
When dawn broke, the man left.
Josh Hillier, covered in blood, dragged Bod's body away, burying her in the snow. Under a tall conifer tree bloomed a cluster of beautiful golden icicle flowers, and Josh Hillier picked the prettiest of them to place on her grave: "May you be as white and fair as the snow, my Mother."
Black Swan Castle is very big, there are many empty houses, and the owner of the castle only wants to have fun, and doesn't care about the occasional theft or other infidelity of the servants, anyway, they are rich enough.
As long as it is not discovered by the master, Josh Hillier knows how to survive in the castle, except for how to obtain blood. Fortunately, that man would visit him every night in the dark, provide him with blood, teach him how to read and write under his prayer, and teach him how to use magic. But he has a quirk, that is, they can only meet in the dark.
But even though he's never seen him in person, Josh Hillier feels deeply in love with him.
"Why don't you let me see your face?"
"Because I don't want people to see my face," he said.
"I swear, I'm the only one watching."
"That's not OK."
Josh Hillier sighed softly again: "Then what's your name? We've been together for so long, but I don't know your name."
"Can't tell you yet, my dear little Josh."
Even though the man was so guarded, Josh Hillier secretly saw the man's face while hiding behind a bookshelf on a moonlit night. He painted him with magic, and no one but he could see what was painted on the picture.
He named him "Wind", because in his opinion, a man is like the wind, he doesn't know where he comes from and where he goes, he just stays by his side for a short time, and then leaves quietly.
When he was fifteen years old, he finally couldn't help complaining to the man: "Why is your blood so bad?"
The man said, "Because there is light in my blood."
"I hate the light," says Josh Hillier. "It makes me miserable."
The man pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked him: "Then can I taste your blood?"
"Of course." Josh Hillier handed his wrist to the man.
The man bit his wrist and smiled: "It's really a unique taste, do you like your own blood?"
"like."
"Then wait for me, and when I come back, you will definitely like the smell of my blood."
"Okay." Josh Hillier quickly agreed.
"But please don't forget me, my dear Josh."
"No, I will never forget you."
But the man never came back, and no one provided him with blood anymore. Josh Hillier started stealing blood prepared by the servants for old Josh, Mary, and the two young masters, and it didn't take long for him to be discovered.
Mary was surprised to find that the child she thought was dead was still alive, and there was still no scar on his body. He was like a young man who was made out of the most beautiful gems and flowers in the world, so delicate and beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off. Maybe there is something magical about the blood on his body that can make people so beautiful, the mean old Josh family started planning to kill him and take the blood from him, but was killed by Josh Hillier in turn.
Josh Hillier inherited the old Josh's title and became the new owner of Black Swan Castle. He found the servants who beat Bod to death and tortured him, drank their blood, and drained their blood Taking a bath—he wanted to see if the blood was hot, otherwise how could they do something like that
Because of this, his reputation as the "Goblin Earl" spread, but Josh Hillier didn't care at all. His soul had already been sold to the devil, and his heart was also black. And no matter whether he wants to admit it or not, he is also the blood of the Hillier family. He is as bloodthirsty, cruel, cold-blooded and perverted as every member of the Hillier family. People like them are never qualified to stand in the sun under.
Even people who have been living in the dark are unwilling to stay by his side for a long time, eager to leave.
He is obviously a human being, but like a vampire, he needs to drink blood pitifully to survive, and some high-ranking vampires can still walk like ordinary people under the sun, but he can only hide in the cold Leeds Mountains day after day With the blizzard.
So after knowing that there was a paladin in the temple who might want to kill him, he didn't drive him away immediately, but kept him—this kind of life has no meaning to continue.
He looked at the paladin's gray eyes and black hair, and couldn't help asking him, "What's your name?"
"Reeves, my name is Reeves, Lord Josh." He replied.
Reeves, meaning "breeze that blows across the valley".
Josh Hillier was silent for a while, and said to him: "You stay and be my servant."
"Yes." Reeves smiled and looked up at him, "I will be your most loyal servant, and your life will be above mine."
Su Jinzhi woke up very sad the next day, not only because of the too real dream last night, but also because of his butt pain.
The moment he woke up, he was a little dazed, because the scene in his dream last night was vivid in his mind, as if it was yesterday's scene. It was something he had personally experienced, not a memory of that Josh Hillier.
but his memory.
But this is just his illusion.
It took Su Jinzhi a long time to recover from this emotion, only to find that the nightgown that was crumpled by them last night was taken off by Reeves at some point. The front neck was covered with reddish hickey marks, which were very obvious on the snow-white skin.
But yesterday, Reeves didn't focus on kissing his upper body, Su Jinzhi suddenly didn't dare to put on his pants.
Reeves was sleeping next to him, with one hand around his waist, his face buried on the side of his neck, and the hot air from his breath made him itchy. If it was changed before, he might have slapped him before he didn't know that Reeves was saving the overall goal, but now he dare not lend him a hundred number ones.
"Lord Josh, are you awake?" Sensing the change in the boy's breathing, Reeves also woke up, leaning on the bed with his elbows up and trying to kiss the boy, but Su Jinzhi subconsciously turned his head away his kiss.
Livingston stood still for a few seconds, smiled with his lips curled up, and got off Su Jinzhi's big soft bed naked to put on the servant's clothes, then picked up the face mask thrown on the felt blanket last night and asked Su Jinzhi: "Lord Josh, Do you want me to continue to be Reeves, or to be your 'wind'?"
Why does the general goal of saving always love to send propositions to him? Su Jinzhi was in pain.
In particular, the general goal of saving the world not only kills, but also divides, and "raped" him last night.
Su Jinzhi was thinking about how to answer Reeves' question, and it turned out that Reeves had already put on a mask during his silence, took a new shirt and clothes, walked to the bedside, pinched his chin and kissed him irresistibly Hold him for a while—it's still a tongue kiss.
"I'll be your 'Reeves' during the day and your 'Feng' at night, okay?" Reeves licked his lips and asked him in a hoarse voice.
"Go away." Su Jinzhi pondered for a while, and answered Reeves with a word that was not so unpleasant and would not be stabbed, and turned his head to look at the other side of the bed.
"However, you asked me to be your personal servant, and I have the obligation to accompany you at all times."
Su Jinzhi: "..."
The hole he dug for himself was so deep that he couldn't even climb out.
"If you don't refuse." Reeves hugged him from behind with a low smile, and gently bit his ear: "Then I will take it as your consent."
Su Jinzhi couldn't get out of bed today. Reeves almost broke his waist last night, and his legs were sore. Su Jinzhi suspected that he might have a fake lower body.
When Reeves went out to bring him breakfast, No. 1 appeared: "Morning, host, are you still alive?"
Su Jinzhi said gloomily, "I'm going to die."
Number One said, "Isn't this dead yet?"
Su Jinzhi pressed No. 1: "Did you already know that Reeves is the general goal of saving?"
"Yes." No. 1 admitted generously, "Didn't I keep reminding you to comfort him and hold him steady? What, he stabbed you again? Fate, I said it was fate."
Su Jinzhi can't figure out which stabbing No. 1 is talking about now, one is red and the other is white, he doesn't like both.
"Then I have seen through his true face now, why is there still no task progress bar?"
Number One smiled coldly: "Oh, naive, do you think punishing the world is so easy?"
Su Jinzhi: "...Does that mean I will continue to be stabbed by him?"
"It depends on the situation, see if he will stab you to death." No. 1 said, "If you don't die, the chances of passing the mission are still very high."
Su Jinzhi suddenly felt that he had to choose one of the two stabs. He had better choose the one who saw the white one. If the butt hurts, the butt hurts.
Reeves was very efficient in his work. He quickly announced to the people in Black Swan Castle that the Earl had two personal servants. He would continue to serve the Earl during the day, and he would be replaced by Agri at night. The people in the castle sighed. Mr. Reeves is different, and he can still keep the earl's heart after he has a new love.
Su Jinzhi lay sleepily on his luxurious big soft bed, drinking the nectar brought by Reeves. Today's blood is provided by Asian slaves. It tastes strawberry, sweet and sour, and matches the marks on his body very well.
"Lord Josh, are you feeling better?" Reeves sat beside him holding a book of poetry, "Can I read you some poems?"
Su Jinzhi glanced at him and said coldly, "You read it."
Then Reeves actually read a few love poems to him, watching him laugh while reading. I don't know who wrote those poems, the words and sentences are so explicit and disgusting that Su Jinzhi's goosebumps get up.
After reading the poem, Reeves leaned over and kissed him on the face again: "Does Lord Josh like it?"
Su Jinzhi answered him absently: "I like it."
Reeves smiled again, and leaned against his face affectionately: "Then, does Lord Josh like poetry? Or does he like me?"
The man's familiar voice was very low, gentle and hoarse, and the laughter also came low from the throat, which was inexplicably sexy. Su Jinzhi felt that his ears were hot, and his cheeks became hot uncontrollably.
But he said, "I don't like you."
"But I like Mrs. Josh." Reeves threw the poetry collection on the quilt, held Su Jinzhi's head in both hands and kissed it down.
Su Jinzhi was a little ashamed, why did this person get married at the slightest disagreement
But he himself couldn't deny that he seemed to have a little bit of heartbeat. But why? Is it because Reeves and Song Mingxuan look exactly the same? Or was it because they were similar in appearance, voice, or habit that he transferred his love for Song Mingxuan to Reeves
Su Jinzhi feels that love is really an insoluble puzzle in the universe.
Beasts are driven by the instinct of reproduction, and then look for healthy and suitable mates to mate. They don't care about loyalty or other issues, and they don't care about physical pleasure. Some male beasts even use teeth to prevent the female beast from struggling. Hold her neck to ensure smooth mating.
And some human beings will be conquered by the pleasure of the flesh, and will also surrender to the beast nature of reproduction. So what is it that separates man from beast
If it is said that when the purpose of physical pleasure and reproduction is put aside, something that can still bind two people together can be called "love", then does this kind of thing only appear in the same species?
Are we destined not to be together because we are different species, because our love brings death, and because we can never touch each other
Su Jinzhi didn't know where these thoughts and ideas came from, but they just appeared in his mind at that moment.
This seemed to be sophistry, like someone's point of view forcefully stuffed into his head, but he recalled it carefully, and couldn't remember who said these words to himself.
Su Jinzhi carefully recalled how he fell in love with Song Mingxuan, and finally came to a somewhat sad conclusion - because Song Mingxuan was very gentle to him, and he couldn't stand loneliness.
Human beings live in groups, and after all, they are just advanced animals, and they still retain some instincts of beasts. It is too easy for him to develop feelings for a handsome, strong and intimacy person every day.
I'm such a scumbag.
Su Jinzhi thought in a daze, his dear father died not long ago, and he was about to empathize with another.
When going to bed at night, Su Jinzhi stopped Reeves from the door. He hasn't sorted out his feelings for Song Mingxuan yet, and he doesn't know what he thinks about Reeves now. He just knows very clearly that he doesn't hate Reeves' closeness, and he also feels pleasure when making love with him , he couldn't even control his despicable thought of wanting to forget Song Mingxuan and start over.
Su Jinzhi was preoccupied with this matter, so he didn't notice Reeves' gloomy expression after being rejected by him.
"Oh, it's a pity that No. 1 is off work, and No. 0 is not here." Su Jinzhi sighed for a long time. It would be great if someone could talk to him at this time.
Who would have thought that at this moment, Number Zero's soft electronic voice suddenly sounded: "Master Host, I'm here."
Su Jinzhi was surprised: "Number Zero, are you here?"
"Yes." Number Zero replied crisply, "I'm on night shift for Brother Number One."
Su Jinzhi asked it: "On duty? Do you also have jobs?" What is the job of intelligent AI
Number zero said: "It didn't exist before, but now it does. Brother number one is a little busy today, so I'll be on duty for him."
"On duty for him, you and No. 1 have a really good relationship." Su Jinzhi sighed, "But I'm a little curious, do you guys have feelings too?"
"Of course not, how can we have feelings?" Number Zero asked Su Jinzhi in surprise.