Zongque looked at the picture album placed on the table in the lounge to relieve his boredom. The servant next to him was counting the gold coins in boxes one by one when the door was knocked from outside.

Before Zong Que moved, the butler had already arrived at the door: "Who is it?"

"Hello, Her Majesty the Queen sent me to deliver a gift to Viscount Abram." A respectful voice came in.

The housekeeper looked at Zong Que, and when he nodded slightly, he opened the door, saw the cage covered with red cloth, stepped aside and said, "Please come in."

Several servants brought the cage in and placed it gently on the ground. There was a gentle trembling breath and the sound of chains moving lightly. The queen's butler walked up to Zongque.

He saluted and said: "Viscount Ai Bolan, the Queen feels very sorry for what happened today, so she specially gives this gift to you, and promises that the same thing will not happen again in the future. I hope you will be in a happy mood."

"It's just a small thing, thank Her Majesty the Queen for me." Zongque put down the album and said.

"Okay, I will definitely convey it." The Queen's butler saluted, turned around and left.

The door was closed, the huge iron cage was covered with red cloth, and boxes of gold coins were counted and moved away. Zongque was not in a hurry to open it to see what was going on, but sat there and continued to look at the album.

After everyone moved away, the housekeeper asked: "Master, do you want to take this box with you?"

Although he is a beautiful young man, as a property, the owner has the right to dispose of him as he pleases, and can also decide whether he should be taken back by car or transported back as cargo.

"No, let him out." Zongque said.

The butler was stunned for a moment and asked, "Won't you open this gift yourself?"

"You can do it for me." Zongque had no intention of leaving.

People are available, but they are also dangerous.

Although he has the same soul, different experiences and memories destined him to become a completely different person.

The same souls are destined to be similar, but are the differences only due to the influence of experience?

At present, we can only treat him as an ordinary person, understand his temperament, and then make subsequent plans.

"Yes." The housekeeper walked to the iron cage and lifted the red cloth.

The boy in the cage was lying inside. Even though he heard the words outside, he shrank slightly when he saw the light. His light blue eyes looked outside with fear, filled with water.

The housekeeper took a deep breath as he looked at the scene in front of him. This was an extremely beautiful child. Even with his years of experience and character, he couldn't help but pity him, but such beauty was doomed to lose him.

He later became the plaything of the nobles, because such fragility aroused not only pity but also a desire for destruction.

The butler knelt down and opened the cage door. The young man shrank and sat up slightly holding his breath. The chain rattled. The butler turned around and glanced at the owner, but only saw the man lowering his eyes and looking at the album. For this matter

The gift was probably just a whim, and after being photographed by Earl Abner and then re-gifted, he most likely lost interest.

And once he loses interest, it will be fatal for the child.

"Can you let me go?" The young man cowered in the corner of the cage and asked softly.

[He cried so hard that your heart would break.] 1314 said pitifully.

[It can also crush people’s hearts.] Zongque said.

1314 was choked up for a moment, thinking how could such a beautiful little cutie be possible, and then discovered that the twitching cutie in front of him was a very cruel species: [It is unreasonable for this species to have beauty! 】

It’s easy for the system’s three views to follow the five senses.

"If you can pay three hundred and one thousand gold coins." The butler took out the key and opened the chains on the young man's limbs and neck one by one with his gloved hands, and also saw his beautiful wrists and ankles.

Even though the chain was polished smooth and had no weight, it still left some marks on the young man's fair and delicate skin, which made this beauty a little more fragile and made people feel the magic of the Creator. He made almost all the

The preference was given to the young man in front of him, but he lost the ability to stay close to her.

Three hundred and one thousand gold coins, this is money that the young man in front of him cannot pay under any circumstances, otherwise he would not be here.

The young man's eyes trembled slightly, and when the housekeeper opened the cage door, he slowly stood up from inside, walked to Zong Que, pursed his lips gently, and shouted: "Master."

His voice was extremely clear and pleasant, with a fragile and helpless tone. When Zongque raised his eyes, his whole body trembled slightly and he looked away.

Zongque looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to be full of fear. He really didn't understand why someone would have such hobbies. He closed the album and stood up and said: "Go back."

"Yes." The housekeeper saluted respectfully, but did not notice the hint of interest flashing in the poor young man's eyes. He turned to look at the young man who was staying there and felt a little uneasy and said, "Come with me."

"Yes." The young man followed obediently.

The carriage was being prepared outside. When the coachman helped open the door, Zongque had already got on the carriage. The young man followed the butler to the carriage. He hesitated for a moment as he looked at the indifferent man in the carriage. He wanted to sit in the opposite corner of the carriage, but was reminded by the steward behind him.

: "That's my place, you should sit next to the master."

"Yes." The young man tightened his fingers and sat next to Zongque, leaning as close to the wall of the car as possible. If possible, he would have squeezed out of the car.

The housekeeper sighed after seeing this scene, got into the carriage and closed the door.

Although this young man is very pitiful, things have reached this point. Instead of being afraid to avoid him, it is better to please his master so that he can live a more comfortable life.

Moreover, he has been following his master for several years. Although the master is stern, he is calm in his work and has never punished anyone at will. He also has no strange interests and hobbies. Except for the young man who was photographed today, he may only have such a beautiful life.

Only then can it arouse the owner's interest.

The carriage moved lightly and drove away from the door of the auction. Zongque looked at the scenery outside the window. The butler asked: "Master, do you want to go back to the small building or go directly to the manor?"

"Xiaolou." Zongque looked back and said.

"Okay." The steward told the coachman from the front window.

The carriage rolled over the road and shook slightly. Zongque was sitting smoothly, but the young man who was almost leaning against the wall of the carriage was sitting stiffly and upright, and occasionally needed to hold on to the seat to balance his body.

The carriage of the carriage is not large, and the ground is not completely flat. When the wheels crushed the gravel, even when the steward needs to help the seat to sit in the stable seat, the arms of Zong Yan were put on some strength.

He turned his eyes and looked at it. It seemed that the teenagers who came from the inertia of the carriage looked up a little panickedly, and apologized to the side: "I'm sorry, I just can't sit still, I'm sorry to wrinkle your clothes."

Human beings may not sit because they are inertia, and the blood race can only sit because of intentional.

Zong Yan turned his eyes: "It's okay."

The silence was restored in the car instantly, and the man who looked outside the window had no desire to talk at all. Johr carefully looked at his eyes, and gently aroused the corners of his lips in the shadow. He knew that he really found fun this time.

The things are.

Men, the more a man wearing a gentleman, may be more like a beast inside, and the man who is used to disguising himself as a gentleman, must be more interesting in private.

Zong Yan did not notice his smile .1314 was observing the fragile and beautiful kitten at 360 degrees, and then found that his mechanical heart was frightened.

The host is right. This cat wants to confuse it with a beautiful appearance!

When the car arrived at the small building, it only took ten minutes. The steward opened the door and watched the young man who almost wanted to escape from the car reminded: "Master, please."

The teenager's body immediately paused and looked at the man inside. It seemed that he didn't know if he should not be in: "Master ..."

"You go down first." Zong Yan said.

The teenager got out of the car and learned the steward standing next to the door, but a bit of thin red on his cheeks: "Master, please."

Zong Yan got out of the car and watched the thin red exposed by his cheeks and earlobe, and stayed into the door.

Human faces will be mostly because the increase in body temperature has brought the peripheral blood circulation to accelerate, but the blood race is said to have no body temperature, and the blood is not circulating. In strict sense, it is a corpse.

However, the steward did not realize that he had a difference in body temperature. He could act freely like ordinary people, and conflict with ordinary biology, but he did not expect that even blushing could be simulated.

The housekeeper noticed this scene. When Zong Yan walked in, he said to the young man next to him: "Don't be afraid, the owner is not a fierce person, but it becomes the owner's everything, and your life will be completely different from the past.

Do you understand? "

"Yes." The teenager said well.

"It's a smart child. Your clothes are too thin, and the taste of the venue is contaminated. The owner has a cleanliness. Go and change to clean clothes first." The housekeeper said.

Zong Yan entered the small building, and after putting the cane, he refused to serve the servant's service. The area here was smaller. Only three servants took care of things, but everything was complete.

Zong Yan took off his jacket, smelled the perfume and coffee flavor contaminated on it, took out the clothes of the home, replaced all the body, put it on the wardrobe, and then walked out.

"Master, lunch is ready." The servant came to say.

Zong Yan went downstairs, but when he was sitting in front of the dining table, he didn't see the person who came back.

"Master, what do you want?" The servant asked.

"What about people?" Zong Ye asked,

The servant reacted: "The boy you brought back? Barrow housekeeper asked him to take a bath first."

"Let Barrow arrange everything for him, and give him whatever he wants." Zongque lowered his head and ate his lunch again.

After acting for a while, he should lose interest and be able to communicate normally.

"Okay." The servant said.

After Zongque had lunch, he entered the study. Butler Barrow came out with the young man who was all moist from the shower. After listening to the servant's message, he said, "Master, I will give you whatever you want."

"Yes." The servant said with some envy.

Although the boy became a slave, he could still live like a noble as long as his master liked it.

"Did the master say where he lived?" Butler Barrow asked.

The servant shook his head and said: "I didn't tell you, I just let you arrange it."

"Okay, I understand. You go and clean the room on the left side of the master." After Butler Barrow gave this order, he said to another servant, "Prepare a lunch, which should be lighter."

"Okay." The servants did it one after another.

Butler Barrow turned around and looked at the young man who was covered in water vapor and said, "Eat something first, but don't eat too much."

"Yes." Joel responded obediently.

"Although the master said that you have to give everything you ask for, I still want to tell you the rules of serving the master." Butler Barrow said, "If you remember it, you will feel a lot better."

Joel pursed his lips slightly, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said with a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "I am very willing to learn from you."

His smile was pure and beautiful. Butler Barrow sighed inwardly, thinking that he might not know that the word "serve" contains two meanings.

Three hundred and one thousand gold coins, a lot of money that many people will never be able to obtain in their entire lives, and not only the superficial service can match its value.

"Well, first of all, dining etiquette. The master doesn't mind talking while eating, but he doesn't like small talk. You'd better tell him something." Butler Barrow said when lunch was served.

"Yes." Joel sat at the dining table. All dining etiquette was excellent, which made Butler Barrow very satisfied.

"The master doesn't like people coming in and out of his room and study at will. You need to knock on the door, three times each time..."

"Yes." Joel responded obediently.

"You need to go to the door in advance to greet the master when he comes back from outing."

"yes."

"The master works late every night, so you have to change the candles he uses at night in advance."

"yes……"

Butler Barrow told a lot of rules, and the young man complied with them one by one. As he became familiar with the environment, his timidity slowly disappeared, and he even occasionally showed the temperament he had when he was a noble.

When the sky was getting dark and the aroma of dinner was overflowing, Butler Barrow signaled to the young man beside him: "It's time, as I told you before, go and ask the master to come down for dinner."

"Yes." Joel turned and went upstairs, recalling the details of the butler's instructions. He tapped his fingers three times, and a voice came from inside asking, "What's the matter?"

Joel's ears twitched when he heard this voice. Although this man sounded very particular, he had to admit that he had proud external conditions. He was more like a vampire than a human being.

If he really faced the human prince with a stubble on his face, he might not have such patience.

"Master, dinner is ready." Joel said.

Qingyue's voice came into the room. Zongque stopped writing and looked at the door and said, "Wait a moment."

He put away the pen and paper, stood up and went to the door to open the door. Unsurprisingly, he saw the young man shrinking slightly when he raised his eyes.

If nothing else goes wrong, he can still act for a long time.

Before his interest disappears, it is best not to reveal it. Once a person with strong force value is exposed and his interest is ruined, no one knows what he will do in anger.

After all, in addition to being disobedient, he also doesn't seem to be very patient.

Zongque took a step forward and closed the door. Seeing the young man retreating unexpectedly, almost leaning back and falling with his left foot and right foot, he reached out and held his shoulder: "Be careful."

They still have a long time together, so they can't turn a blind eye too much.

"Yes, thank you." Joel looked at the hand on his shoulder and thanked him with a blush on his cheeks.

"You're welcome." Zongque let go of his hand and turned around and went downstairs.

Joel did not move in a hurry, but glanced sideways at his shoulder. His hidden teeth were slightly itchy, and he even had the urge to come out. He had not noticed before that this man's blood was surprisingly mellow.

The taste of special blood.

Only people with a healthy body, balanced nutrition, and long-term emotional stability will have this kind of blood. Even one in 10,000 people may not have such blood.

His luck is really good.

Joel followed, quickening his pace and even feeling a little breathless when he went downstairs.

"Joel, don't be too anxious when doing things around the master. Being too anxious can cause trouble." the butler warned.

"Yes, I'm sorry, the master is too tall, and I can't keep up." Joel's face was red with embarrassment, and it seemed like he could breathe out.

Zongque sat at the dining table and took a look at his state. Such meticulous acting skills have been soaked into his bones. It seems that he can easily enter the show anytime and anywhere. It would be a pity not to enter the entertainment industry: "Let's eat."

"Yes." The servant brought the dinner, but only placed it in front of Zongque.

Zongque glanced at the young man who was urged by the butler to hand over the knife and fork and said, "Have you eaten yet?"

It was the first time that the host cared so much, and 1314 was shocked: [Host, you care about him!]

Could it be that the host also got the beauty of the kitten?

"I'm just curious about how the vampires eat." Zongque said.

This kind of cognition beyond biology, the existence of power and movement that can be maintained by blood alone, may be related to the so-called immortality in the original world.

1314:【……】

Its cold and merciless host can never become a person who is so lustful and stupid that it is great!

Joel hesitated, and the butler said: "Master, Joel can't eat at night, otherwise he will not be able to serve you well."

The young man nodded, but there was clearly confusion and grievance in his eyes.

Zongque was silent for a moment. Hearing the roar from the young man's belly, he turned his eyes and saw the other man's hand covering his stomach in panic. He said with shame on his face: "Hug, I'm sorry, I don't feel hungry."

"

1314 After experiencing this, I didn’t understand that the host’s glance was probably to find out why the vampires were hungry.

Everyone else is looking at how cute the kitten's face is and how smooth its fur is. Only its owner cares about why the cat doesn't get stuck in fish bones when it eats fish, and how its body bones are structured to allow it to easily drill through those holes.

That's the truth.

"Let him have dinner." Zongque said.

The butler wanted to say something, but he stepped back and ordered the servant to bring another dinner and place it opposite the dining table.

"Thank you." Joel sat opposite him, lowered his head when he looked at him, picked up the spoon and drank the soup carefully.

He didn't make a sound and was extremely well-educated. He only occasionally raised his head to meet Zongque's gaze, with a bit of panic: "Master, don't you want to eat?"

"Is the food still to your liking?" Zongque asked.

"Yes." Joel said, "It's very delicious."

Zongque's brows moved slightly, unable to tell whether he was lying or telling the truth. He lowered his head and ate his food.

The vampires should not be able to obtain energy from human food, but they can digest the blood, that is, they have a digestive system, but without extracting energy, there is no need to digest food, and there is no need for unnecessary things to be accumulated in the body. It should be

Harmful.

Joel lowered his head to eat, and could feel the man's probing eyes from time to time. He was a little tired of the other person taking off his disguise too quickly, but he couldn't help but lick his teeth.

Although his interest was gone, it was not in vain that he could get such a great blood slave.

After dinner, it was completely dark outside. Zongque rested for a while and went to the bathroom to take a bath with a candle. When he came out, the whole building was generally quiet.

Candlelights in this era were very expensive. In addition to holding banquets, most nobles would go to bed early. At this time, the city was already plunged into darkness.

Zongque went upstairs and opened the door. He originally planned to take a look at this quarter's report, but he saw the uneasy young man standing in the room.

The other person's cheek turned pale when he met his gaze, and with a bit of panic, he took small steps back and said: "Master, master..."

Zongque looked at his expression and thought about how far he had gone in his performance: "What do you want to do here?"

He closed the door, placed the candlestick on the desk, looked at the young man's trembling appearance, and sat on the sofa nearby.

"The housekeeper said that he would wait for you to sleep tonight..." The young man's eyes were filled with water, and even his words had a nasal tone, "I, I..."

Zongque understood that he had learned that serving was not limited to servants.

"You don't need to wait, just go back to your room and go to sleep." Zongque also brought his own script for the first time when he saw an actor.

Barrow meant well, but this misunderstood his meaning.

Joel blinked lightly, looking at the calm man, surprised that he didn't play according to the routine. Generally speaking, when encountering such a situation where a man and two men are alone in the same room, no matter how good the disguise is, the person will be unable to control it.

Own.

But it would be too shameful for him to go out like this.

"You..." Joel hunched his shoulders and asked softly, "Don't you like me?"

Zongque thought about his script: "What do you want to say?"

"The housekeeper said that you bought me back just to serve you." Joel looked sad, "If I don't serve you, I... I will have no value."

His tears fell one by one, and he seemed to be at a loss. He was afraid of such an encounter, but knew that he could not avoid it, because if a gift is not liked by the owner, everyone can belittle and bully him.

he.

His appearance was originally a gift from God, but now it has become his disaster. He may be disgusted one day and give it to others at will.

The boy's lips were stained with tears, pitiful and helpless under the candlelight, as if they could be broken by the candlelight.

But even though his performance was very pitiful, Zongque still felt like a crocodile shedding tears. Even though the crocodile was very beautiful, it did not affect him from eating the prey with tears in his mouth after he achieved his goal.

"My manor is far away from Barron City. Few nobles will go there. You can be an ordinary servant and work in the manor. You don't have to do such a thing." Zongque stood up and said, "Go out."

Joel's tears were halfway down, and he blinked when he looked at the figure of the man sitting at the desk. He had already said this, why did this man need to act?

Could it be that his acting wasn't good enough? Or maybe he discovered his true identity? But then shouldn't he be afraid to stay away? Or maybe he acted too hastily?

Joel was thinking about his problem and felt that his teeth were itchy, but he saw the man sitting at the desk taking out the document, turning his head and asking: "Is there anything else?"

His expression was calm, and at that moment Joel even suspected that his charm had failed: "Thank you, I am very grateful to you."

Spending so much money to buy him back as a servant, he wouldn't believe it even to death!

And you are not interested in him, so why are you staring at him at the dinner table?

Could it be that he met a more advanced hunter this time?

"Yes." Zongque responded, his eyes turning to the documents, "Go out and close the door."

"Okay, okay." Joel turned around and went out, closed the door, puffed his cheeks, wiped the tears from his eyes and cheeks, and entered his room.

The place is neatly tidied and comfortable, with soft carpets, a spacious bed, even sheets that Joel found comfortable, and two soft pillows.

Joel sat on it, lay down on his back and looked at the moonlight outside the window, recalling every expression and every movement of the man.

The other person's emotions are well hidden, and he doesn't have much mood swings. He just seems to be very enthusiastic about work, but he seems to be interested and not interested in him.

Joel turned over on the bed, thinking carefully. When he found that he had no clue, he turned over and sat up. He put his hand on the pillow to support his chin. He felt that this person was worthy of careful study.

Special-grade blood is rare, but it is said that the blood that the owner of the blood gives willingly is the best. There is no trace of fear in it, but when the blood is full of dedication, it will achieve an incomparable taste.

Joel has never tried it, but it is undeniable that things that are too easy to achieve always fail to arouse much interest in him, so every time he finds a new game and has not played it for two days, he needs to find a new one. I hope

Now this can keep his interest longer.

Joel lay on the bed holding a pillow, his hair scattered. He moved his ears and raised the corners of his lips when he heard the sound of writing coming from the next room: "Workaholic."

He must conquer this person.

The sound of writing lasted for a long time, and because it was very rhythmic, the vampire who was in bed and couldn't control himself because he was thinking about the sense of accomplishment after conquering in the future gradually became sleepy, until he yawned and fell asleep.

And when it was dawn, there was movement outside the door. Because of the greed for moonlight, the uncurtained window let in annoying sunlight, which made the young man who was sleeping soundly on the bed frown and use his fingers.

, sharp nails grew out in an instant.

There were three knocks on the door. Joel opened his eyes and hid his hands behind his back when the door was pushed open from the outside.

The housekeeper looked at the young man who had hurriedly stood up on the bed, and asked with a deep breath: "When did you come back here last night?"

He had not seen the boy at his master's place in the morning, but now his neck was very clean, because there were no marks on the exposed arms and calves of his loose pajamas, and they had obviously not been touched.

Joel stood up, pulled up his clothes and got out of bed and said: "The master asked me to come back last night when he went back. He said that I would just do the work of a servant."

"Have you ever cried?" the housekeeper asked, looking at the tears on his cheeks.

Joel was a little embarrassed: "Yes."

"If you were a noble, would you be willing to spend 300,000 gold coins just to buy a beautiful servant?" The butler sighed, "Think about this question carefully, so that you can survive better by your master's side."

Such beauty is a sin. If it cannot be liked and protected by its owner, it will only bring harm to him.

And from the moment he entered the auction, his fate was already sealed.

Joel's body shrank slightly: "I'm sorry..."

"Okay, kid, since the master asked you to be a servant, you can be the master's personal servant for the time being." The butler showed him the time on his pocket watch and said, "The master usually gets up at six o'clock, so you need to wake up better than him.

You wake up earlier, instead of sleeping in while others are already up."

"Yes." Joel responded obediently, knowing that this was another challenge he faced.

He has played so many times, and the first time he met a noble was at six o'clock, and he actually made him a servant.

But he doesn’t need sleep anyway, it’s fun if it’s challenging.

"Then quickly change your clothes. We are going back to the manor in Mira Town today. If we leave a little later, it will be dark by the time we arrive." The butler exited and walked through the doorway.

"Yes." Joel looked at the closed door and sat on the bed.

Mira Town, I always feel like I have heard this name somewhere.

The morning air was very cool. When Joel came downstairs, the owner was already sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper. He seemed to hear the voice and looked over. Their dark and deep eyes met, and Joel called out softly: "

Owner."

The emotion in those eyes did not change at all, but the man sitting there said: "Let's set off after breakfast."

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Joel came downstairs and said softly, "I don't need to have breakfast."

He can taste human food, but it doesn't help him in any way. The so-called sweet taste of humans is weird to him, and the bitter taste is even weirder. In comparison, he still prefers the taste of blood, but he is

Ordinary blood is of little interest.

Zongque glanced at the well-behaved young man, stood up and said, "Let's go."

Vampires are immortal and should not be troubled by gastrointestinal diseases.

Joel: "..."

Why doesn't he play his cards according to the routine?

Zongque went out, and Joel hurriedly followed. The housekeeper sighed, thinking that the young man's crying and resistance last night made the always kind master unhappy. After thinking about it, he ordered the servants to bring an extra portion.

After tea, we went out.

Zongque sat inside, Joel sat next to him, and the steward got into the carriage with the food box and ordered the coachman to go out.

Zongque's eyes fell on the food box for a moment, and the butler explained: "Master, we set off late today, so we should bring an extra serving to avoid hunger on the way."

"Well." Zong Yan responded to know that he was kind, but this kind of kindness was on the blood race who did not need human food. It could only be a good thing to do bad things. "Don't do it again last night."

The housekeeper glanced at the teenager hanging on the side: "What did Johl do make you unhappy?"

"No, I need that kind of thing to arrange it myself." Zong Yan said.

"Okay, I'm sorry I do it." The housekeeper said.

"Well." Zong Yan looked at the scenery that hurried outside the window.

The road of this era is not flat. There is no way to deal with things on the carriage, otherwise vision will be greatly affected.

The carriage quickly left the city of Balen and walked on the road to Mira Town. The sound of the wheels crushed across the stone continued, but the carriage was quiet.

The housekeeper did not make a sound without authorization. Zong Yan was repeatedly deduced the plan. The task of this world is more difficult than he book.

No matter how much it is done, it is nothing to do.

And if you suppress it with strength, you will only go up with the same ending as the original world line.

They are obviously adaptable for such silence, but Johr is very uncomfortable. He needs to keep a cautious sitting posture, and he cannot make a sound. The carriage is closed.

Some of them can't smell, and the sunlight is getting more and more intense. This is not a challenge at all. This is torture.

A professional player must be able to adapt to various situations, but it does not include being bored to death.

Joh's eyes fell on the food box, and a idea flashed in his mind. After a while, Zong Yan heard a small vomiting sound from next to him. His eyes turned over. The boy covered his heart.

But it was uncomfortable: "Sorry ..."

"Is your body uncomfortable?" The housekeeper asked.

"I'm sorry." John took his breath gently, "I feel a little uncomfortable."

He asked to breathe, and then he would become a corpse.

"Stretch out your hand." Zong Yan opened the box aside, took the pillow from it and put it on the desktop.

There was some doubt about Johr, and the housekeeper laughed: "Just put his wrist on the pillow, the owner is a very famous doctor."

"Doctor?" Jor's eyes were slightly widened and there was some doubts in his heart. He had seen many treatments in humans, but he had never seen his wrist.

"Yes, have you never heard of Dr. Aibulan's name before?" The housekeeper asked.

Joh's fingers moved lightly, looking at the man next to him, his mouth opened slightly.

He remembered, and he said how to hear the name Aberlan is so familiar. This is not a person he has not met many times a few years ago!

It was this person who turned the county's group, that is, this person made a pill that made him suffering from being unable to add, or this person asked him to find it three times and couldn't find it!

But he ... Shouldn't he be a very old dwarf?

Why is it so high so young?

Even if there is no name for many people in human beings, they also know a word circulating among humans, that is, it is to mess with anyone to mess with Dr. Aibran, because his medical skills are likely to make you die.

I don't know who the murderer is.

Joh's heart was extremely jumped because of this discovery, but also brought a bit of ugly.

"I heard." John looked at the man next to him, his eyes brightened, "I didn't expect you to be Dr. Aibran, I always worshiped you."

"Hand." Zong Yan looked at the pillow.

For so long, the blood race in front of him should not remember his name, otherwise he would not install motion sickness in front of him.

"How can I worry about you." Johy moved his eyelashes with a small slice, "I'm fine."

This is a professional doctor. If it is discovered and exposed, the show will not be able to perform. The rare two fun people are the same person. He doesn't want to end so soon.

"Don't taboo diseases and doctors. If you vomit into the car, we will have to delay for a long time." Zong Yan said.

Johl's rear governor's teeth were slightly grinded, and suddenly he felt that he was blood -sucking. He tied people to his castle to play slowly.

Zong Yan put on his wrist and explored everywhere. Except for heartbeat, it was quite calm.

So you can simulate the body mild heartbeat, but do not understand the other human structure.

"Doctor, do you have any problems with my body?" Johy tried to press the smile on the corner of his lips and asked worriedly.

Zong Yan looked at the excitement in his eyes and let go of his hand: "There is no problem, but the motion sickness reaction caused by the breakfast is not eaten."

Johr: "... Really?"

This guy won't put his wrist to make it to make mystery, right?

"Um." Zong Yan took a pill box from the medicine box, opened it and took out a medicine and handed it to him.

The medicine was dark, and there was a filled medicine. Johl looked at the black paint, but only felt that the whole mouth was bitter: "Can you not ..."

"Jor, the owner's medicine is very precious." The housekeeper said.

Although this guy's medical skills are not as good as the legend, but not found, the play has to be performed. Joor took the pills and took a deep breath to push it to the roots of the tongue.

However, it was found that although the taste of the medicine was a bit not very good, it had a slightly sweet taste, which was covered with a cool breath, which made him feel a lot more comfortable even if he was exposed to the sun.

Isn't it the other party's medical treatment, but that he really motion sickly?

The sunlight was even more prosperous, the housekeeper pulled the curtains, and the carriage suddenly was a little dark, very narrow, and the carriage continued to shake.

I was really uncomfortable, leaning on the wall of the carriage gently, I gently stuck my eyes.

His body was relaxed, and he kept his head on the side wall and turned his head. Finally, his head slipped on the shoulder of Zong Yan.

The housekeeper was a little asleep. He noticed that he wanted to get up at this scene, but saw the owner's eyes, his fingers indicated that he looked at the teenager who was on him. Although the eyes were calm, it was indifferent from the past.

The housekeeper took a look at the original place. Zong Yan reached out and explored the breathing of the teenager. There was no breath flow at all, indicating that he really fell asleep.

The medicine he gave has the effect of unrink motion sickness, and it is inevitable to mix the effect of sleep aid. I did not expect it to be useful for the blood race.

The slightly dizzy sunlight fell on the younger eyelashes, making this dark creature beautiful like the legendary angel. Once, he seemed to have seen such a picture at a certain moment.

Zongque watched for a while, then turned his eyes to the window, listening to the boy's murmur in his dream: "It smells so good... um..."

"I'm hungry." The housekeeper laughed softly.

"I am indeed hungry." Zongque lowered his voice.

But I am definitely not hungry for the snacks brought by the butler.
Chapter completed!