This request made the young blood race startled slightly.
He was still sitting, but his back couldn't help but straightened even more. Hearing the person in front of him seemed to be pleading, he repeated the touching words just now.
Like the soft and dangerous whisper of a mermaid.
Sitting stiffly, he felt the strange and fragrant scent of blood approaching him. The smell is extremely sweet, reminiscent of the nectar picked in spring, and the heart of the flower is trembling slightly. At the first moment of smelling it, the blood race's feedback was quickly written back to his brain, and every piece of his skin was trembling, almost eager to release this message to him:
The person in front of you, is delicious.
His blood is an unprecedented treasure.
"..." Ye Yanzhi clenched his fists and finally nodded.
The young noble who was allowed let out a small cheer, and immediately rushed forward impatiently. He was no taller than Ye Yanzhi, so for convenience, he simply knelt and sat on the bed next to the young man. A small piece of the silk bed sheet was slightly sunken, and he moved his face closer, half-protruding his upper body like a stretched cat, and brought his face close.
The fragrance of blood was heavier, and it sprayed on the side of Ye Yanzhi's neck. The body of the young vampire has become a tight bow, but the people in front of him don't feel it.
The primer planted by the earl played an unprecedented role at this time. He could only see the slightly rolling Adam's apple and the blue marks of blood vessels spreading on his neck.
Kou Dong's throat let out a small grunt.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered to comfort his cub, "Daddy won't bite hard..."
Ye Yanzhi didn't answer.
In fact, this is not at all a question of whether the person in front of him will bite hard. Kou Dong was so unguarded towards him that he seemed to have forgotten that what was sitting in front of him was not only Ye Yanzhi who was with him day and night, but also a beast that had been hungry for three days.
The blood clan's desire for blood was written into the flesh and blood, even Ye Yanzhi had to be affected by it. Under such circumstances, Little Cake came to his mouth without knowing it...
It was almost like yelling at him to eat me.
Ye Yanzhi's reason and instinct began to struggle again, and he suddenly closed his eyes, covering his dark pupils.
— He was afraid that the emotions inside would frighten the people in front of him.
The closing of the eyelids made the front of him pitch black, only the sound of the young man's slight breathing.
Moist touch.
It's so light, it's like a dragonfly has lightly touched the surface of a lotus leaf.
Ye Yanzhi had a weird illusion that the young man seemed to be confirming the taste...
Fortunately, after he confirmed it, he seemed satisfied and quickly posted it closer. That piece of flesh became wet, and Kou Dong lay on his neck like a newborn little vampire, with a few strands of hair sticking to his chin, intently looking for a good place to bite.
The young vampire froze motionless, almost turning into a statue.
It was a damp, dark sky outside, with a mist billowing at the end of the woods that would never go away.
His heart was hot, like magma, scalding a hole in him.
If you explore down the cave, you may still see a beating bright red heart vein there, with "Kou Dong" written all over it, beating up and down with these two characters.
— How long has it been since the last time he saw the person in front of him outside the game
Ye Yanzhi can't remember clearly, after stepping into this cold and weird game world, the sequence of time seems to be disrupted. He didn't know how long he had been waiting, and he didn't know how long he had been looking for. He existed here, like an ancient soul that couldn't escape.
... Kou Dong.
His hand was attached to the top of the young man's head, which was a completely conniving gesture. Under the spire of the high-hanging curtain, the only human youth in the castle bit his neck and buried his sharp canine teeth deeply—
He bit it.
Blood oozed from the wound, and he rolled it all down and swallowed it down his throat. The room was extremely quiet, save for the slight rubbing of his lips and tongue.
The two trembled together.
Kou Dong let out a slight contented purr, as if someone had scratched the cat's neck. He controlled his urge to bite a few more times, barely raised his head, the gentleman looked at the young blood again politely, "Can I have one more bite?"
The blood clan's eyelids were tightly closed, and he only patted his head again.
Kou Dong's eyes brightened, and he said, "Thank you."
Sure enough, he took another sip, only one sip. Kou Dong has the spirit of contract, especially when the target is not the system that often harms him, but Ye Yanzhi.
Ye Yanzhi is different, Kou Dong always keeps his word with his cub. All the pedagogy books he read said that what he promised his children must be done, and he must not go back on his word.
Therefore, even though he was very reluctant to part with the delicious duck neck in front of him, Kou Dong just sucked the round piece of cartilage for the last time, and reluctantly withdrew his body.
The corner of his mouth was still stained with blood, which was swept away by the tip of his tongue, not a single drop wasted. Unprecedented sense of satisfaction flooded his body, even more directly hit his mind than the delicacy that the earl brought him before, Kou Dong finally understood why these vampires like to bite people's necks.
Such an easy-to-eat, succulent and tasty duck neck is addictive even for him.
Ye Yanzhi opened his eyes and said calmly, "What did the Earl do to you?"
Kou Dong's reaction now is obviously not just an ordinary human being. He is like a half-assed person who has set foot on the road of blood clan, strangely only interested in the blood of some people.
Kou Dong has been greedy for three whole days, and now he is eating for the first time, and he is very talkative. He almost collapsed on the bed, after thinking for a long time, he said lazily and meltingly: "He poured his blood into me."
"..." Ye Yanzhi frowned.
He is a blood clan now, so he naturally knows the rules of the blood clan. The identity of the earl is still in the cloud, but it will only be high and not low-this kind of blood infusion and youth blood will make him addicted.
It turned out that the earl had the idea of delivering it to his door.
Thinking of this, Ye Yanzhi's heart suddenly felt sour and bubbling again. Although he knew that the Earl was no different from himself, but this kind of thought lay in his heart, and he couldn't help feeling jealous.
He pushed Kou Dong.
Kou Tiantian squinted her eyes and looked back at him after eating and drinking, "Huh?"
He saw that his cub's face was more serious than ever, and his expression seemed to be extremely dissatisfied. The young vampire had a sullen face and asked him, "Tell me first, who is better to drink, me or the earl?"
Kou Dong: "...?"
Kou Dongxin said, what kind of weird question is this...
Do you still remember that you are a human being, why do you have to think about whether it is good or not
But Ye Yanzhi was obviously a little bit reluctant, still staring at him, as if determined to get an answer from him. Kou Dong thought about it carefully, and answered without hesitation: "Of course it is you."
You are a duck neck with taste, and he is a duck neck with no taste. Compared with the taste, it must be flavorful and sweet.
Ye Yanzhi was finally satisfied, and half-closed his eyes, unaware that in Kou Dong's heart, he and the Earl are just duck necks...
They finally got down to business.
It is now the evening of the third day, and the day the angels plan to move is on the fifth day. There are also two nights and two days.
Kou Dong's situation is very bad, it can be said that it is quite dangerous. What they are doing now is basically the first task line: not revealing their identities within seven days.
As for the second task, "Lucifer the Fallen", they also found relevant clues, but perhaps due to the lack of props, the background story has not been fully explored, and so far they have not been able to proceed to the next step.
Out of intuition, Kou Dong felt that this should have something to do with the owner of the castle—the Earl.
But he didn't want to get close to that earl. After learning about the story of the heavenly father and the angel, he didn't want to get close even more. If the other party is really related to the heavenly father, then it is the real god in this world - relying on his power, if you want to escape after touching the god, it may become difficult to hell.
He still prefers the first option, and simply set up the castle, and there will be no ghost feast. He finds another place to hide, survives the remaining few days, and takes his cub out safely.
This is the safest and safest way to go.
The only problem is that, in order to maximize the power of the fire, these angels simply stuffed other vampires in...
sister!
That group of people didn't look like the kind of serious vampires - Kou Dong was really afraid that they would break into his house in the middle of the night and split his bed; Where is he going to reason
Ye Yanzhi also had the same concerns.
"In these two days, you must not act by yourself."
Kou Dong has always had a very clear understanding of his own charm, and he has no doubt that this group of vampires will die or live for him, so he nodded without hesitation.
"It's just a pity," he said regretfully, holding his chin, "I really want to watch them fight."
His goal was achieved extremely quickly.
That night, as a sweet little cake, Kou Dong didn't dare to go anywhere, and got under the covers obediently. Ye Yanzhi was lying beside him, neither of them was asleep, just light sleep.
When it was nearly midnight, there was a noise outside the door.
First there was the sound of footsteps, and then the sound of footsteps gradually gathered together, as if a large group of people were crowded and standing in the corridor, tearing apart the tranquility of the castle in an instant. The young man's voice came in through the door panel, and it was still vague.
Kou Dong couldn't hear clearly, but Ye Yanzhi's hearing was quite developed as a vampire, so he broadcast live to him.
"He was asking the baron why he couldn't come here."
Kou Dong was very excited and asked him what to do next.
"The baron said that this is the guest's room, and no trespassing is allowed."
"..."
"Bang," Ye Yanzhi announced without emotion, "Tear, bang. - Wow, tear."
Kou Dong was confused, what kind of words were these, it didn't sound like a sentence at all.
"It's the sound effect," said the young Kindred. "They're fighting."
It is a very good habit to fight when there is a disagreement. Kou Dong's blood boiled when he heard it, and he wished he could open the door and go out to see the scene of the vampires fighting in groups. Maybe he could add some firewood to them.
That must be exciting.
"You can't go out," Ye Yanzhi saw through the thoughts circling in his head at a glance, and vetoed, "If they are not careful, they may hurt you."
In this dungeon, Kou Dong must not be injured—he must live safely.
Kou Dong had no choice but to respond, buried his head in his cub's chest, and said in a muffled voice after a while: "Zai, after you came, my operation has been restrained a lot."
If these were the first few dungeons, Kou Dong might just go straight to it.
A blue-faced misfortune of his level has to face such strong winds and waves!
The voice of the young vampire in the darkness was extremely soft and indifferent.
"Don't want to?"
"It's not..." Kou Dong stretched out the tip of his tongue unconsciously to lick the corner of his mouth, and muttered, "I just feel like I'm worried about it."
This feeling is a bit strange. Kou Dong is actually a loner. Outside the game, there are only audiences who like him through the screen, but there is no one who can walk to his side. He survived in every dungeon, and he didn't actually have much fear of death, but more because of the trembling feeling produced by the NPC's desire to monopolize.
If he was really about to die, he wasn't afraid.
How can a person who is alone be afraid of death? —That's just an ending, the difference is only sooner or later. He dared to jump repeatedly between NPCs because he was not afraid of the ending.
But Ye Yanzhi seemed to be a rope that tied him up. He is no longer a small boat on the vast sea that doesn't know where to go, an anchor tightly holds his side, pulling him to the world of the sun.
His kite has a string.
— also very good.
Kou Dong's heart suddenly rose with pride and ambition, and he said to Ye Yanzhi: "Azai, Dad will definitely save enough money."
Then buy you a new suit and skirt!
No matter what you suffer, you can't suffer children! !
Ye Yanzhi, who didn't understand at all that his train of thought had turned to "the young father is working hard outside alone, just to give his young son a stable home!" Ye Yanzhi didn't quite understand why he thought of making money again.
But he had an intuition that it should be a psychological activity that he didn't want to understand, so he stuffed his finger into the young man's mouth and asked him, "Do you want to eat?"
Kou Dong's eyes widened, and he immediately put aside the idea of earning money to support his family, and began to grind the young man's index finger with his canine teeth. The noises outside continued, louder and louder. In the end, it seemed that the baron's side had the upper hand. The young man thumped the wall heavily, and led his men away with great strides.
His movement was so big that the paintings hanging on the wall fell to the ground.
"Lord Baron," the servant beside him whispered, "This group of guests is not easy to control."
The baron shook his head, "They're just inferior people."
He didn't let the servant touch the painting, instead he bent down and picked it up carefully. The earl in the painting has green eyes, but his eyes are misty and unfocused, and he does not know what he is staring at.
"..."
The baron trembled suddenly, let go of his hand, and dropped the painting to the ground again.
The servant behind him asked puzzledly, "Master Baron?"
The Baron did not answer. His hands trembled slightly, as if he had been burned by something.
He just saw a flash of golden holy light from the portrait.
The Holy Light has not reappeared in the world for thousands of years.
He paused in his steps, hesitantly stroked the picture frame with his fingertips, finally picked it up again, and hung it firmly on the wall again. The earl in the painting still had those pale green eyes, and those fine golden spots of light could not be seen from them.
The Baron stood before the painting, staring.
"Father Almighty," he whispered, "are you trying to create the light again?"
"..."
Naturally, the count in the painting would not answer him. The baron hooked his mouth, but the smile didn't flow into his eyes at all.
"Then," he said, "this is not good news for the blood race."
He was still wondering why the Holy Light suddenly returned to the earth. Since the seraphim fell to the sky, he has never seen the holy light again. Mist and haze rule the heaven and earth forever, so the blood race was born, moved freely on the land, and even became the leader of the country.
He originally thought that the heavenly father was willing to bestow blood on them, which meant that he abandoned the angels and regarded them as his favorite first beings.
Now it seems that is not the case.
The Father's beloved creature...
He narrowed his eyes slowly, guessing in his heart, and walked forward. Some wandering undead caught a glimpse of his figure and hurriedly hid aside - they were still afraid of these demons that sucked their own blood, so they only dared to gather at the end of the corridor, watching the baron's erratic figure going away, the blood-red cloak It spread out long behind him, like a river of their blood flowing out and converging.
The morning of the fourth day came quickly, and the servant was lucky enough to see Viscount Glenn coming downstairs for the first time, and unconsciously took a deep breath.
"Master Viscount."
Kou Dong replied, his eyes stayed on the extraordinarily empty hall, "There are few people today."
There are twice as many servants here as usual.
The servant said respectfully: "Today is the time to replace the food in the kitchen. Due to some troubles, the rest of the staff will go to the kitchen to help. ——What do you need, Lord Viscount? I will obey all your orders."
His expression wanted Kou Dong to bite him more, or it would be better for him to bite this porcelain-skinned oriental nobleman. But Kou Dong frowned, but his focus was on his last sentence, "Change food?"
He suddenly remembered the NPC that he had left behind for a long time, "How to replace it?"
The servant replied: "The food in the kitchen is no longer fresh, and someone will bring new ones." He was surprised that this oriental noble cared about such trivial matters. Ordinary nobles never set foot in the servant's place, let alone Stepping to the kitchen, "You..."
The phrase "not fresh" has actually revealed the fate of food. Kou Dong waved his hand, and didn't let him follow. He didn't turn his face to Ye Yanzhi until he reached the corner.
"That Serin is probably among them," he whispered, "We still have to go and see."
There are still many unsolved mysteries about Serin, which always makes Kou Dong feel weird. Such a key person must not be handled by the blood race so simply.
They walked down the narrow staircase, and at the turn they could see the kitchen door in the distance. The male servants wore snow-white gloves, and two of them carried a blood slave, and threw them heavily to the corner like a rag bag. There were piles of enormous bags in which the blood slaves, insane, were stuffed and tied with ropes.
Immediately, they carried the white bags up the stairs. When Chad saw the noble master and servant standing on the stairs, the male servants couldn't help being stunned, "Master Viscount."
"Master wants to take a look," Ye Yanzhi answered them, "You guys do what you want."
The servants had no right to interfere with the actions of the nobles in the castle, so they just nodded and saluted, and then carried the bags full of sick people out through the back door. There is a rose garden, and the roses are bright red and blooming just right.
The soil under the roses was dug up, and the bags were thrown down one by one, and filled with soil again.
Kou Dong watched this scene, patrolling among the white bags being carried up. Most of the blood slaves who had been sucked blood for a long time were unconscious, curled up in the bag quietly, without any resistance; only one person in the bag struggled slightly, and the lines of his body were revealed from the surface of the bag.
It was a hand that couldn't wait to reach out.
Kou Dong and Ye Yanzhi exchanged glances, both of them agreed in their hearts, but they didn't make a move. They watched the servants dispose of the rose garden and came to salute him again.
"My master wants to see these flowers," Ye Yanzhi said, "please don't bother me."
The leading male servant nodded, and the rest of the people filed in. After they left, Kou Dong squatted down, watching Ye Yanzhi dig the soil with a shovel, and accurately pulled out the bag they saw just now.
The power of the blood race played a great role at this time, Ye Yanzhi was extremely fast, and almost immediately dragged him to the corner. They hid at the back of the castle, found a hidden place that would not be noticed by the upstairs windows, and untied the bag.
A few strands of brown hair emerged from the inside, and the person inside crawled out desperately, finally revealing the mouth and nose—
He seemed to have been reborn, breathing desperately, crying again: "My friend! I almost thought that I would never see you again!"
— Sure enough, it was Serin.
His description was even more embarrassing than before, he was talking upside down and tightly holding Kou Dong's hand.
"They found someone new, and I was dealt with. But what should we do? We can't escape this castle..."
Kou Dong stared at him with a soothing voice, "Don't worry, there will always be a solution."
"How could I not be worried?" Serin said, "I have always regretted that I should not have sent you that letter. But I just involved you in it!—We have been friends for so many years!"
Kou Dong didn't speak, and didn't respond to Serin's crying.
His heart trembled slightly because of this sentence, and he stared at the face of the person in front of him.
"Selin, how long have we been friends?"
Serin didn't notice his abnormality at all, and after doing some calculations, he replied: "It's been twelve years, and you are my only friend."
twelve years.
Kou Dong finally understood the source of that strange feeling. The original owner and Serin had been in contact for so many years, so they should have known each other's personalities clearly. If Serin really doesn't want him to come, he can use someone else's tone to write that he has died of illness in another place, or don't send it at all. Based on the decisiveness of the original owner who came here without hesitation and risk after seeing the letter, Kou Dong I don't think he is heartless.
Needless to say, the original owner will naturally take care of his wife and daughter after he has not returned for a long time.
So.
Why did Sellin write to bring him here
How was the letter sent
Kou Dong's heart sank suddenly. He stared at the tear-stained face, and said in a low voice, "Serin, I have a question and I want you to answer me."
Serin originally sent new food to the door, but after the count saw him, he was left behind and became a blood slave.
It's obviously not because of his excellent blood.
So.
"—what did you show the Count to change his mind about letting you go?"
The author has something to say:
Ye Yanzhi: (*^▽^*)(*^▽^*)(*^▽^*)
Earl: [○?｀Д?? ○]!