The blood-sucked boy didn't resist any more, and lay obediently on the table. The footman took a silver knife and slit the snow-white lamb's wrist.
Drops of blood splashed from the cut flesh into the glass cup. The bright red blood seems to be able to squeeze out a person's life little by little, as if it is endless.
The old housekeeper introduced: "This is the only son of a little lord."
It can indeed be seen that the young man has traces of being pampered and his skin is quite fair. In the eyes of the blood race, such aptitude can indeed be called delicious.
The throats of the guests rolled slightly, watching intently. The young man didn't realize all of this, after the slight pain, there was more honey-like sweetness - pleasure rushed in his limbs and bones, and he was caught off guard and washed him into a puddle of mud that almost turned into water. After regaining consciousness, he didn't even bother to care about the painful wrist, he just tried his best to move his slender neck towards the servant again, with a dazed expression, twisting his body back and forth like a drug addiction, expecting to be bitten again .
Kou Dong looked at his unmistakable expression: "..."
Isn't this kid addicted
What's so addictive about being sucked blood! !
The vampires have long been familiar with it. There was not much reaction to this scene. This is still a low blood family, if the baron or the owner of this manor came in person, I am afraid that the young man would faint from the pleasure.
They have seen a lot of people who can't forget after being sucked blood once, and even willingly become blood slaves.
Fresh blood was offered, this time it was not all poured into a glass cup, but sprinkled on the raw, thick steak, blending with the blood of the beef itself. The guests waved their knives and forks without making the slightest sound of hitting the dinner plate. Their sharp teeth pressed against the piece of meat dripping with thick blood, piercing the teeth without hindrance, tearing the tight fibers , the slight sound of flesh and blood chewing makes people shudder. Among all the vampires, only Kou Dong remained silent.
No—and the Baron and a picky young master.
Kou Dong is very grateful to them at this moment. No matter what their problem is, it doesn't matter if they are anorexic or they talk too much money—anyway, their behavior somewhat makes Kou Dong's not eating less noticeable.
Even though he said this, Kou Dong himself did not believe it. Ever since he entered this ghost game, there has been almost no time for him to be unobtrusive...
He still didn't eat a bite.
The baron tried to persuade him a few words, but then stopped trying to persuade him, as if he had decided that he was an extremely picky guest. Kou Dong sat with this "picky" title and missed the next few dishes.
Blood steamed lamb... nope.
Blood sausage... no need.
Blood boiled foie gras…
Are you sure this isn't a dark dish that can eat dead people? ?
Kou Dongyue looked more and more depressed, and he didn't need to act but he looked disgusted. After a dinner, all the guests ate to their hearts content, only him was empty.
Fortunately, these dishes successfully killed all his appetite, and he didn't feel hungry at all. Kou Dong was under the peeping eyes of these vampires, and he could feel the unusual gazes of the people at the table, as if they were coveting, but also as if they were afraid.
In fact, from the moment he walked into the living room, all the vampires in the room could smell the fragrance of blood. When he sat down on the chair, the delicious smell became more and more intense, causing the baron, who was the host, to turn his head, breaking the etiquette rules before the feast started, sniffing it on his neck in advance Down.
Not only does human blood have grades, but vampire blood also has taste. The stronger the vampire, the stronger the blood power, the sweeter the smell, and the more intimidating others—and therefore, the vampires often suck each other. For them, not only can they suck from here Get the supreme pleasure in the process, and also draw the strength of the opponent from it.
This Viscount Glenn, who is of oriental descent, smells so sweet of blood that on the one hand, the vampires are eager to move, but on the other hand, they are a little hesitant.
To some extent, this demonstrates the strength of the opponent.
Could it be that the one who transformed this viscount was a great personage
Looking at the banquet full of tables, there are many dishes in the middle that are extremely rare, and the blood used is not inferior animal blood, but precious, carefully selected fresh human blood, even noble blood. blood. It can be said that this is already the highest standard, and only such a powerful figure as Earl Custer can entertain the blood race with such a standard in the manor.
But even so, the black-haired and black-eyed Viscount Glenn didn't show any signs of obsession. On the contrary, he kept frowning, and turned his face to the side in disgust, revealing a thin white neck.
Not at all tempted.
-Yes.
The vampires thought to themselves that if they were so dismissive of human blood, this must be a pact with a high-ranking vampire.
They sniffed their noses quietly, smelling the scent of blood permeating the air, and couldn't help thinking: I don't know which adult is so blessed to pierce his teeth into the delicate texture and give this viscount a sweet taste. First Embrace…
After more than 20 courses, the vampires were finally full. Kou Dong breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to find a reason to retreat, but was told by the servant that there would be a dance next.
"All guests must attend," said the waiter in charge of the reception with a straight face, and there was a small, bright red blood spot on the side of his face, which was left by biting the young boy at the dinner just now. "This is also a dinner party." a part of."
… Damn capitalism!
Kou Dong's footsteps were blocked, so he was forced to turn to the ballroom. Ye Yanzhi was waiting outside the door as a personal servant, and when he saw him walk out, he turned his gaze to him, looking up and down without any trace.
"Let's go," Kou Dong pressed Ye Yanzhi's hand slightly, and said in a low voice, "Dance hall."
He has a heroic feeling that he has just stepped out of the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den...
The valet's eyelashes flickered slightly, and he followed him silently without saying a word. A master and a servant walked along the long corridor, and the old housekeeper bowed and waited not far away, his eagle-like gray eyes staring at him firmly under his gray hair, as if he was watching.
Under this kind of gaze, all small movements have nowhere to hide. Kou Dong had no choice but to walk over slowly, until he got closer, he heard the old butler say unhurriedly: "Viscount Glenn, Lord Baron, please go in with your servant."
Kou Dong paused, and looked at Ye Yan beside him in surprise.
"together?"
"Yes." The old housekeeper still had a straight face, "Please."
This is actually good news for Kou Dong. He just felt a little weird, the blood race didn't seem to care about their status, and they could let him bring Ye Yanzhi in...
A thought suddenly popped up in his mind that made him a little scared. Could it be that he was preparing to split Ye Yan on the spot
This group of vampires mistook him for a vampire, but they didn't treat Ye Yanzhi as the same kind!
Old Kou's father's heart was on fire again.
He turned sideways, half in front of Ye Yanzhi, frowned and said, "Do you have to take him?"
"certainly."
The old butler said nothing, "You are his elder, you can take him in."
"..."
Kou Dong really didn't understand, how did they see this father-son relationship at a glance
It can't really be genetics that make them look like father and son, right
He had no choice but to take the people in, thinking to himself that he must protect his cub.
But it cannot be eaten.
The nobles are dancing two by two. This dance is similar to modern ballroom dancing, but it is somewhat weird because both parties are men. Their arms were intertwined, and they paced gracefully in circles around their overlapping arms, somewhat absent-mindedly. Kou Dong didn't approach the dance floor, he walked straight past the guests beside him, and walked towards the chair in the corner together with Ye Yanzhi.
"Sit first," he whispered to Ye Yanzhi, "I'll talk about it later."
His current situation is completely besieged on all sides. As the only human among blood-hungry vampires, he was like a plate of sweet, soft and creamy morsels that everyone wanted to bite into.
Kou Tiantian didn't want to be bitten yet, so she had to try her best to tighten the vampire's skin, not daring to drop it.
He was not quiet for long. But as soon as he sat down, a guest came forward and bent over him: "Viscount Glenn, may I have the honor to have a dance with me?"
"Sorry," Kou Dong replied, "I don't dance."
He is not so crazy, dancing with blood-sucking vampires.
Waiting to be slaughtered
The invited guest had no choice but to leave regretfully. Then, within a few minutes, a new guest came forward and invited him to dance as usual.
Kou Dong still rejected him for the same reason: not dancing.
I don't know why, after he said this reason, looking at his guests is like looking at a small cake that has already entered someone else's mouth. There is regret in his eyes, and he looks at him from head to toe reluctantly...
what happened
Kou Dong was a little dazed.
It's just a dance, why does the other party act as if he missed this opportunity... It's a huge benefit
He rejected all these people, one or two at first, and then these nobles stopped dancing at all, and almost formed a circle to surround him. The dance floor was empty, and the hands in front of Kou Dong almost stretched out like trees, and all of them had their palms up, eager for him to take his hands.
Kou Dong surrounded by vampires: "..."
He was so weak, pitiful, and helpless.
I don't understand what these perverts are thinking at all, why are they so excited for no reason
Before he could figure it out, another voice came: "Get out of the way."
The person who spoke was the noble boy who sat opposite Kou Dong at the dinner party. His status should not be low, and he was quite powerful in the blood clan. After he said it, the vampires paused, still unwilling to make way for him.
He walked towards Kou Dong.
This road is not long, and the noble boy reached the end in a few steps. He looked down at the person in front of him, his voice indifferent.
"You don't dance?"
Kou Dong shook his head.
"-Do not."
The noble boy narrowed his eyes slightly, his blue eyes fixed on Kou Dong, as if he was a little annoyed.
"You have to dance," he said almost commandingly, "I haven't eaten anything tonight."
Kou Dong became more and more baffled, thinking that this is none of my business, as if I ate it—whether you like it or not.
And if I dance with you, it won't make you full!
He sat in the chair without moving, and the atmosphere became a little weird.
In this stalemate atmosphere, the door was opened again. The Baron finally appeared as the host, changed his clothes, seemed to be in a bad mood, and was wiping his hands repeatedly with a snow-white handkerchief.
Someone asked him why he had just arrived.
"I met a disobedient dim sum." The baron said, the gloom on his face flashed, and his scarlet and plump lips immediately curled up, "I kept everyone waiting for a long time."
The old butler took out his gold pocket watch from his pocket, and reminded in a low voice, "My lord, it's time."
For some reason, this sentence suddenly made Kou Dong's heart flutter.
… What does it mean
He paused for a moment, but saw the butler fiddle with the old-fashioned record player again. New music sounded, and the sound of the violin was lingering and gentle, like whispering to a lover. In this timbre, the blood races who had been staying before gradually formed a pair, a pair, a pair, and started dancing again. The jewels on their collars and sleeves also shone brightly in the dim candlelight.
There are more and more people dancing, and new blood races join in one after another. The hem of the clothes is flying, and the footsteps are moving.
Only Kou Dong, Ye Yanzhi, and the noble boy who were still standing were left on the dance floor.
The baron walked towards them, with a faint smile on his plump lips.
"Why," he said to Kou Dong, "is it because we didn't entertain well? I don't think Viscount Glenn has any food tonight."
Kou Dong replied, "Of course not."
He pursed his lips.
"It's just that I'm picky all the time, and I'm not used to drinking the blood around me."
Being picky is not a problem, there are not many of these nobles who are not picky. The baron was not surprised when he heard the words, but his smile widened and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
His pupils dilated a little too, a reaction to seeing prey.
"That would be the best," the baron said slowly, "Since Viscount Glenn doesn't like these things, why don't I dance with you?"
Kou Dong: "..."
It seems that the blood race's brain circuit is to start-inherit-turn-dance.
But the baron is obviously an important NPC, and Kou Dong was not sure for a while, if he refused the invitation of the other party, would something unexpected happen. In the end, because he was in someone else's territory, he nodded and stood up.
"Then I will thank you."
The noble boy suddenly snorted softly and sat down heavily on the chair.
The baron took his hand tightly and led him to the dance floor.
Naturally, Kou Dong couldn't jump. Fortunately, the Baron was very experienced and almost controlled his movements throughout the whole process. Under his guidance, although Kou Dong's dancing is not beautiful, it is by no means bad. He copied the footsteps of the people around him, and in the eyes of the other blood races, his speed was only slightly slower than others, so there was no problem.
rotate.
near.
Spin again.
The music is slow and steady, almost intoxicating. The shadow of the lamp was reflected into the blue pupils of the man in front of him, and the baron thoughtfully half-held his wrist, lent him some strength when he was spinning, so as not to teach him to be thrown out.
His movements are so polite and gentlemanly that it is almost impossible to think of him as a blood-drinking monster.
There was still a faint smile on the corner of his lips.
When he approached again, he said in a low voice, "You dance really well."
This is pure nonsense, Kou Dong's dance is not bad, and there is still a long way to go from "good".
But from the baron's point of view, it seemed to be quite perfect. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and pressed his two pointed teeth against his lips, feeling the intoxicating fragrance from far and near, wandering in his embrace.
The baron's strength slightly amplified, pulling the young man back into his arms.
The young man's black hair was tied neatly behind his head, with only a slight curl at the end. His skin is smooth and delicate, with an ivory-like luster, and the blue veins on his neck are not too obvious, hidden under the thin flesh, the snow-blue section is like the shadow left by a crawling snake.
The baron's throat moved, and the thirst in his throat was unprecedented.
He has seen countless human beings and blood races, but it has never been so fragrant.
He tightened his grip on the young man's wrist.
The music became softer, almost becoming an inaudible whisper. The atmosphere in the arena gradually became intoxicated, and the blood races dancing in twos slowly approached, but they were rarely absent-minded, casting peeping eyes at the Baron and his partner.
Immediately, the figures of the vampires overlapped.
One by one, they pierce their teeth into the necks of their partners, like bees into the heart of a flower, and greedily suck nectar from it.
Kou Dong was still in a daze. He fell into an extremely strange state, his heart suddenly tightened, and he felt that something was wrong, but his body was limp, unable to move at all, and only mechanically followed the baron's strength. The baron's blue eyes moved closer to him, and his pale and unusual cheeks leaned against the side of his neck, just like the time in front of the sofa, he took a deep breath.
The aroma of blood rushed up all of a sudden, he closed his eyes contentedly, opened his mouth, and completely exposed his two pointed teeth.
"Don't you want those foods?"
He whispered in Kou Dong's ear.
Kou Dong couldn't say a word, the breath of the blood race was icy cold, and it sprayed on his neck. With malicious intentions, it hovered along the lines of his skin like a poisonous snake.
"—Then please treat me as your food tonight."
He got very close.
Kou Dong already felt the tips of the sharp teeth rubbing against his skin, ready to pierce in the next second.
This will not work!
He wanted to object fiercely in his heart, but he didn't know what the music was about, his whole body was limp and without any strength, showing his neck like a snow-white lamb, letting these blood-sucking monsters take whatever they wanted.
this…
If he really smoked, his human identity would be exposed in front of the baron!
Kou Dong tried his best to restrain this strange numbness, and stretched out his hand to push the person in front of him. Before he could push it, someone suddenly said coldly next to his ear: "Sorry."
Immediately, a huge force grabbed Kou Dong's shoulder involuntarily, pulling him out of the baron's arms almost forcibly.
The baron rushed to nothing, slowly raised his head, and saw the face of the valet.
He said displeasedly, "You?"
He remembered that this servant should be Viscount Glenn's covenant partner. But even Viscount Glenn's junior shouldn't interrupt his eating rashly.
"Sorry," Ye Yanzhi said coldly, "Master once promised me that his blood will only be provided to me."
The Baron narrowed his eyes.
The way the juniors get along with their parents can't be generalized among the blood clans, but the parents who give their first embrace are often responsible for teaching the juniors to play the role of father seriously. Since blood exchange is required during the first embrace, the vampires after the first embrace will be closer than ordinary vampires.
It is not impossible to promise such a thing.
You can make a promise to a lowly servant...
He frowned, feeling a little uncertain about the aura emanating from Ye Yanzhi's body. Such a strong deterrent, is it really just a servant
Ye Yanzhi didn't care about his thoughts, he just pulled Kou Dong out and patted him. The young man's hand seemed to have magic power, Kou Dong finally broke free from the strange state just now, and whispered: "In other words..."
He didn't even yell "Azai".
"Don't talk," Ye Yanzhi said in a low voice, stroking the back of his head with his hand, "They are all watching."
This is not wrong, all the blood races are looking at this side, they can't escape. To pass today's level, one of them must act like a vampire.
Kou Dong was a little worried, and wanted to say something, but Ye Yanzhi slowly approached him with his head.
This breath is familiar to him, so Kou Dong is not as resistant as before. But I was still uneasy in my heart, and whispered: "But you are not..."
But you are not a blood race, how do you act
"Don't talk." Ye Yanzhi's voice was hoarse for some reason, as if he was restraining something, "Don't move, I will be careful."
careful
Beware of what
Before Kou Dong could react, he felt the other's lips and tongue. Gently and meticulously, she turned around on his neck, rubbing that small piece of delicate skin repeatedly.
That area became wet, and Kou Dong's legs felt weak for some reason. He subconsciously raised his hand and hugged the young man's waist to give himself a support point.
His voice also became vague: "Azai..."
Ye Yanzhi straightened up suddenly.
At the same time, Kou Dong felt two slightly sharp objects touching his skin. Before he could think of what it was, the young man pushed them in with a little force—
Ye Yanzhi bit him.
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