The vampire under the moonlight bared his fangs when he heard this name. His eyes fell on Zongque's face and said, "It's me. Are you going to come down by yourself, or am I going to catch you?"

He expected to see a panicked look on the man's face, but all he saw was the same calmness as before, as if he expected to be discovered one day.

"You're a vampire!" The butler tried to stop Zong Que, his breathing a bit rapid.

"I'll come down by myself." Zongque stood up, looked at the young man's red eyes that seemed to be dripping with blood, held down the butler's shoulders and got out of the car. The next moment, he was grabbed by the neck and pinned to the car by the vampire who retreated slightly, and the glass was shattered.

When the voice came, Zongque frowned slightly and met the young man's approaching eyes.

Those dark red eyes were like gems, with a scornful smile in them, but more of a coldness.

"What, do you think I won't do something to you?" Joel slowly tightened his grip on his neck, looked at the blood slowly flowing down the side of the man's cheek due to the broken glass, and leaned over to lick it gently.

, "Your blood is indeed delicious."

"The number of times you can taste it is limited." Zongque said calmly. His breathing was slightly sluggish, but his expression and emotions did not fluctuate much.

When faced with danger, panic and fear will only disrupt reason and affect judgment, and the current force on his neck is far from fatal.

"You really know." Yoel looked at his expression and smiled, "You think I won't kill you, right? Then you guessed it right, I really won't kill you, because you have special blood that I can taste.

For a long time, I won’t kill you now, but I will drain the blood from your body bit by bit.”

"I can explain what's in the drawer." Zongque looked at him and said.

"I don't want to hear it!" Yoel's eyes were sharp, and he let go of his neck, but his hands clasped his shoulders, and his fangs rubbed against the side of his neck, "I will never listen to your sweet talk again!"

The fangs touched, and golden runes suddenly flashed on Zongque's neck. Yoel was caught off guard and retreated, a trace of blood slipped from the corner of his lips, and his eyes looked at the man warily: "It belongs to the Holy See."

He had been guarding against him from the beginning. Humans and vampires are like sheep and wolves. They will never live in peace and will always be mortal enemies.

He shouldn't have expectations for humans, because they were natural enemies from the beginning, and being trapped among the sheep would only make him miserable.

Zongque looked at the young man's guarded eyes, took out the amulet from his pocket and said, "I am traveling at night. This is to prevent other vampires from carrying it."

There is a huge gap in natural strength between humans and vampires. Without any self-defense measures, they will only be reduced to fish on the chopping board. To survive in this world, you have to be wary of more than just humans.

Joel stood up straight, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "How long do you think this kind of thing can resist me?"

The human Holy See does pose a threat to the vampires, but it is just a talisman.

Zongque looked at the young man's malicious eyes, but saw sadness in his eyes. Because he cared, he would be particularly angry when he felt betrayed, and all this stemmed from the lack of trust between them.

Because of the difference between humans and vampires, he did not completely trust the other party, and the other party did not trust him either.

This conflict will break out sooner or later, just sooner than he expected.

"Joel, if you attack the Count, the Holy See will not let you go." The butler finally regained his composure and looked at the two people confronting each other outside the car and said.

1314 I wish I could cover my face and face each other. The housekeeper himself said that others should not interfere in the conflicts between the young lovers. He himself knowingly committed the crime and got himself into trouble.

Joel's eyes fell on the butler, and the red light in them flowed slightly. He tilted his head and smiled slightly: "Do you think I will be afraid? It's just the Holy See. You can tell them that my name is Joel.

Alcombede."

His figure moved lightly and approached slowly. The butler was on guard, but Zongque looked at the butler and said, "Don't reveal this matter."

"Are you worried that I will kill them?" Yoel stopped next to Zongque, put his arm on his shoulder, played with his earlobes with his fingers and said with a smile, "You are really protective of human beings, study my

The saliva is also for them, right?"

"Just out of curiosity." Zongque said.

"Master..." the butler frowned.

"Do as I say." Zongque looked at the joking young man next to him.

Although he can restrain people, that will only deepen the misunderstanding. Once it really comes to the point of life and death, they will really declare it over.

The misunderstanding originated from him and should be resolved by him, without involving others.

"Are you trying to please me?" Joel gently touched his cheek, leaned close to his ear and smiled, "If you have been so obedient, I will be gentler when I suck blood. In fact, there are still some blood in the blood of the vampires.

It has a paralyzing effect, making humans unable to feel pain. Instead, they will become addicted to it and lose their lives bit by bit in a beautiful dream."

Zongque's breath was light, Joel smiled, his eyes were cold, he hugged Zongque's waist, looked at the worried housekeeper and said: "You'd better tell the Holy See as soon as possible, because if you suck blood every day,

, Ai Bolan's life will die in a month. If you don't come in time, then all I will give you is a corpse."

As soon as his words fell, he had already disappeared from the place with Zong Que.

The leaves rustled in the wind, and it was quiet in the middle of the night, with only heavy breathing and the sound of horses honking alternately.

The coachman waited for a long time and then asked in a low voice: "Butler, what should we do now?"

The butler was also breathing heavily. The master's order was not to search for it, but that vampire was obviously not someone to be trifled with. Once the master's life was endangered, the entire manor would return to its old state of fragmentation.

His hands and feet were a little weak, and his heart felt a little cold. The boy he had been with for so long was actually a legendary vampire, and he had been with them for so long.

"Butler?" the coachman asked again.

"Block the news first, and then notify the Holy See after seven days if there is no news." The steward came up with a compromise.

The master's orders are the highest order in the manor. Anyone who disobeys the orders and makes decisions without permission will be expelled. Facts have proved that every decision made by the master has its own purpose, and there is no need for others to modify it.

"But that's a devil!" The coachman's hands and feet were a little weak.

He appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly. If he wanted to take someone's life, the Holy See would not be able to stop him.

"For the safety of your family, this secret must be kept." The butler held onto the seat, his body still trembling slightly, "Let's go."

"Yes..." In the night, the carriage drove into the distance.

…

The woods were dense, and the cold moonlight turned into blood red at some point. When Joel fell into the fiery red rose field, Zongque saw the castle next to the flower field, shrouded in blood red moonlight.

The flowers swayed in the wind, and everything here seemed to smell of blood.

[Host, do you want one unlimited blood cow pill?] 1314 asked.

If the task target is so angry, blood sucking is inevitable.

It is impossible for the host not to be angry if the host is studying something bad, or his wife, if the incident comes to light.

[Not needed at the moment.] When Zongque was let go by the vampire next to him, a vampire wearing a butler uniform walked out of the castle.

His figure looked far away, but he was in front of him in an instant. He had silver-white hair and a very young face. His blood-red eyes fell on Zong Que. He withdrew his eyes that were completely sizing up his prey and bowed respectfully.

: "Master, you are back. Is this a guest?"

"No, he is my exclusive blood slave, Burris. Arrange a room for him and prepare human food. I don't want his blood level to be lowered." Joel's lips raised a smile, "Welcome to me

Castle, Alberland.”

Zongque looked at him and said, "Thank you."

Joel's eyes changed for a moment, and the next moment he smiled affectionately and said: "Ai Bo Lan, there are many vampires and vampires living in my castle. You must not wander around in the room, otherwise

If something unexpected happens, it may last less than a month."

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

"Mr. Abram, please come with me." Burris invited as he looked at this man who looked very much like a vampire.

The smell of special blood, no wonder the owner stayed out playing for so long this time.

Zongque followed him and entered the castle shrouded only by the moonlight.

There is no candlelight here, but the blood-red moonlight that comes through is enough to illuminate the way forward. The blood-red and pitch black are mixed, and the sound of the wind is isolated. Only Zongque's own footsteps can be heard here, but there are no footsteps when the vampire leading the way walks.

of.

[This place is really scary.] 1314 whispered.

[Music is missing.] Zongque said.

To create a scary atmosphere, the scary music is indispensable. It is still lacking a little bit here, but there is no problem in frightening people who have never watched horror movies.

Burris stopped at a door. His eyes fell on the unhurried man behind him, but he found that he did not have the fear displayed by a human being who came here for the first time.

It’s no wonder that such a person can achieve a very high status among humans in a very short period of time: “How is this castle compared to your manor?”

"It has a very unique aesthetic," Zongque said. "It would be better if the outside sounds could be let in."

Burris was stunned for a moment and smiled: "You are such an interesting person. This is your room. I hope you can enjoy your stay."

Zongque opened the door, looked at the room also shrouded in moonlight and said, "I need candlelight."

"It's on the table. I hope you don't come out at night, and don't open the door when you hear knocks on the door. Night is the time for vampire activities, and you may experience some not-so-pleasant things." Burris said with a smile.

"Can't the vampire control their subordinates well?" Zongque asked.

Burris's eyes were cold for a moment. It was not a good thing for a blood slave to question the blood clan's rules and submission to the master: "I will try my best to restrain them, but you know, no matter how good the rules are, there will always be

Some of you who are not very obedient, do you want to make fun of your own life?"

"Okay, thank you." Zongque walked into the room and closed the doorway.

The door was closed without hesitation, and the smile on Burris's lips disappeared. He touched his lips and sighed: "What I said is true."

Special grade blood is a good thing that can only be found. It is said that its taste is very delicate, which can be compared with the blood of the blood prince, and after being catalyzed, it is no less than the ancestor.

The man's body was obviously scarred, and his blood energy was constantly lingering, which challenged the vampire's self-control.

If he wasn't afraid of having his neck broken by his master, he would also want to try it.

Burris turned and left, and Zongque lit the candle on the table. The furnishings here were a bit heavy, and everything was laid out in dark red. Even if there was candle light, it seemed like there was blood everywhere.

The room was very clean. Zongque opened the closet and took out a loose-looking pajamas. He had just arrived here, but the clothes fit his body shape very well. He must have just prepared them.

There was no bathroom in the room. When Zongque was unbuttoning his clothes and changing his clothes, he heard a knock on the door: "Hello, this is the hot water brought to you."

Zongque buttoned his pajamas, opened the door, looked at the vampire carrying hot water alone and said, "Come in."

The blood-red eyes of the vampire standing outside deepened, and he raised the full bathtub and walked in. He licked his lips where Zongque couldn't see him: "Please rest as soon as possible and don't destroy your biological clock."

"Well, thank you." Zongque watched the other party go out and closed the doorway.

…

"Master, you have settled down." Burris walked to the top of the castle and stood behind the vampire sitting on the edge of the balcony and said respectfully.

"Did he react with fear?" The young man looked at the moonlight and asked, shaking his legs slightly.

"That's the difference. He suggested that it would be better to let outside sounds penetrate into the castle," Burris said.

"Maintaining a calm mood will also help maintain the relegation of special blood." Joel turned to look at the butler behind him and smiled, "He is very interesting, isn't he?"

"Yes." Burris said, "Humans like this are very special. Coupled with the special blood, it is easy to arouse the interest of other vampires."

And those vampires are not limited to this castle. They may not want to offend the owner here, but they are happy to exchange some things for a drink to taste.

"Then don't reveal the news." Joel held up his chin and smiled, "You can do it, right?"

Those who are incapable of doing things among the vampires will be eliminated, and those who go against the wishes of their master will lose their lives.

Burris said respectfully: "Of course."

But his bloody eyes slightly raised, looking at the master who was looking at the moonlight again, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Did the master really just treat that man as an exclusive blood slave?

He has served his master for so long, and you can tell whether he is angry or happy. Generally speaking, things that can cause him no joy at all, no matter what his identity, have sunk to the ground, but that man allows him to continue

tolerate his presence.

"Burris, don't speculate on my mood." The young man who looked up at the moonlight spoke with a slight smile.

Burris was shocked, lowered his head and said: "I'm sorry, please forgive me, there won't be a next time."

Joel held on to the railing and gently fell down from there.

…

After Zongque took a shower, he closed the curtains and went to bed, but he was not in a hurry to go to bed. Instead, he picked up a book from the bookshelf in the room and read through it.

The candlelight flickered, the curtains were opened from the outside, and Zongque looked over. A young man in a dark red vest was sitting there, with a smile on his lips as if he had just slipped home, pure and naughty.

[Host, has the little vampire lost his temper?] 1314 asked.

Could it be that his wish to imprison the host was fulfilled and he was in a good mood?

[No.] Zongque said as he looked at the young man who jumped out of the window.

In this case, the happier you smile, the deeper the knot in your heart.

"As expected, you haven't slept yet." The young man walked to the bedside under Zongque's gaze, casually pressed down his book, looked at the horror story described above and smiled, "As expected, this can't scare you."

"It uses a lot of exaggerated rhetoric, and the story is not very strong." Zongque looked at him and asked, "Can it be replaced with a normal book?"

"Of course, I hope you can stay in a good mood here." Joel smiled, "So all your material needs will be met, but after your death, these used things will be deducted from your property."

"You can take away all the property after I die." Zongque looked at him and said, "Most of them are gold coins and gems. I should not have to worry about money for a while."

The smile on Joel's lips disappeared for a moment. He leaned closer and said with a smile: "Ai Bolan, I'm hungry."

In the past, hunger could only eat human food, but now it wants to suck blood.

Zongque closed the bookmark on the book clip in his hand, untied his collar and said: "Be careful not to smoke too much. If you only have one mouthful a day, it will not cause any harm to your health, but if you do not exercise restraint, it may not last long."

Within a month, the quality of blood will also decline. If you want to maintain the original quality, you have to wait at least half a year."

Joel looked at his unbuttoned collar, and his teeth suddenly felt a little itchy. He took off his shoes and got on the bed, straddling the man's body, and when he got close to his neck, his fangs grew out: "At this time, you still want to

Teach me moderation?”

"You don't have to do as I say." Zongque stretched out his hand to hold his head and leaned it against his neck. "The amulet is in the original pocket of his clothes."

Not on me.

Joel's teeth touched his neck, but his eyes fell on the man's cheek. No matter what kind of environment he was in, he seemed to rarely have any emotional fluctuations. Did he think he really wouldn't touch him?

Or is he not afraid of death at all?

He is a cautious person, otherwise he would not be able to control the movements of the nobility and royal family at his fingertips. Why would he put something like that in such an obvious place in the bedroom?

The blood vessels on the side of the neck are constantly beating. This is the main artery of the human body. Once bitten, blood will instantly flow into the mouth. Just by leaning here, you can smell the rich fragrance of blood.

Joel opened his mouth, his teeth pierced there, and the blood poured into his mouth with an extremely mellow taste. No matter what, it was a fact that this person was studying him, and there was no way back for them.

Instead of struggling, why not stay rational and buy yourself time?

Joel's teeth left from there, and the wound punctured by the fangs recovered in an instant, and the remaining blood was gently licked away. This man was very cold, but his blood was hot. Such a person without emotions,

Will you also have a burning heart?

Joel left from there, licked the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "It's more delicious than I imagined. You are really willing to do it."

Zongque touched his neck. No matter how many times he had seen it, the saliva of the vampires was indeed magical: "Is that okay?"

"It's okay for today." Joel lay on his chest and smiled, "You are really a smart person. You know that resistance is useless, so you just don't resist."

"I need sleep to replenish my strength." Zongque looked at him and said.

"I know, but you don't think that being my blood slave is just about satisfying your appetite, do you?" Joel stretched out his hand to hook his chin and said, "I won't be as tolerant to you as before."

"Let's do it tomorrow. I'm a little tired today and not very interested." Zongque held his hand and said.

"So I prepared this for you." Joel took out a pill from his sleeve and smiled, "This can keep you interested all night."

Zongque looked at the pill, held his hand, held it under his nose, smelled it and said, "If you use it once, it will become useless. Are you sure you want to use it?"

[Host, I have a kidney-tonifying potion here, and there will definitely be no side effects!] Recommended by 1314 family members.

Joel's expression changed slightly, he held the pill in front of him and looked at it: "This is the medicine that the vampires always use, don't lie to me?"

It can only be used once, so doesn’t his happiness only last for one night?

"I'm a doctor." Zongque said.

It's okay that he didn't say this. When he said this, Joel's lips showed a sneer: "Then do you have any alternative medicine? Although I don't want you to lose it once, after all, you are quite comfortable to serve, but

I don’t want to restrain myself now, even if it’s useless, I can still find someone else.”

"Do you really want to find someone else?" Zongque let go of his hand and asked.

Joel met his calm gaze and felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. They themselves would have no results, and this person was just using him as a research object, but he felt as if he was about to be abandoned: "I

So what if you find someone else?"

"Nothing will happen. You have the right to get off the car at any time." Zongque looked at him and said, "But if it's just to make me unhappy, don't say it easily."

Because the end of a relationship is the end. Even if you are reluctant to let go, you will only forget it and not recall it.

Joel met his eyes and felt at this moment that he was serious. If he chose to give up all the special treatment before, they would become strangers completely.

As for the so-called strangers, they are just like Katri in the manor. He will not talk nonsense to him, but will be driven away directly, expelled from his world and not allowed to enter.

Joel's fingers tightened slightly, and he suddenly stood up from the bed and walked towards the window, but stopped at the window and pulled the curtains: "Don't think that because you have grasped my thoughts, I will show mercy to you, I...

…”

At this point, he still had hope for him.

His body trembled slightly under the moonlight. Zongque looked at his back, lifted the quilt and stood up, hugged his waist from behind, clasped his hand and said: "Only what I just said is the bottom line.

, I’m really tired today, I can satisfy you after I have a good rest tomorrow.”

Joel pulled away his hand and left a message when he jumped out of the window: "Who needs your satisfaction!"

The figure disappeared, and the night wind came in because of the open window. Zongque closed the window, closed the curtains, walked back to the bed, and extinguished the candle.

[Host, what are you going to do next?] 1314 asked.

[Use the experience of predecessors.] Zongque said.

He thinks about the problem rationally, but the other party's thinking jumps and emotions control the reason. Forcibly reasoning will only lead to a more rebellious attitude.

He is not very good at dealing with such problems, but he can borrow the experience of his predecessors.

【What experience?】1314 asked.

[Noisy at the head of the bed, harmony at the end of the bed.] Zongque closed his eyes and said.

At least the other person is willing to go to bed now, which is also a way to solve the problem.

1314 was silent for a moment, then suddenly excited: [Host, kidney-tonifying potion!]

[No need.] Zongque said.

[Host, don’t be shy.] 1314 highly recommends it.

[Give...] Zongque said one word,

[Sorry!] 1314 immediately kowtowed and admitted his mistake, and realized that the system does not receive special treatment from the host.

If you can, report the little vampire!

The vampire's castle was quite lively at night, but it was unusually quiet this night.

The bloodline pressure belonging to the high-level vampires covered the entire castle, explaining the owner's extremely bad mood.

Joel stood on the balcony and looked at the moonlight, holding the fence tightly with his hands and making dents with his fingers on it.

At that moment, he was actually scared. He dared to bring this man back and let him be his blood slave. It seemed that he subconsciously thought that he would not be angry because of this.

He wanted to make him angry, wanted to see his emotions rise and fall, and wanted him to know how wrong he was, but he seemed to be afraid that he would really get angry.

And the most important thing is that when he said he wanted to be satisfied, he was really moved by it, but what followed was anger because all his emotions were controlled by the other party.

Ai Bolan seemed to be sure that he would not really do anything to him, so he dared to put that kind of thing in such a conspicuous place.

But he couldn't really kill him... he just wanted to keep him alive.

Human emotions are really terrible. He thinks he knows everything and can easily play with them. He can play when he is happy and leave when he is not happy. However, he finds that once it has taken root, he needs to dig out his whole heart if he wants to peel it out.

He was unwilling, why was he in so much pain, but that person was indifferent.

Joel's fist knocked on the fence in front of him. If he was really indifferent, why did he set an untouchable bottom line?

"asshole!"

…

Zongque had a solid night's sleep, but the curtains were too thick. When he got up, it was already bright outside, and the bright red roses were extremely hot and dazzling in the sun, as warm and bright as the owner of this castle.

.

He turned around and changed his clothes. When he opened the door, there was washing water and his breakfast outside.

Zongque pushed the cart in, washed up, had breakfast, and then stepped out of the room.

The sunshine was dazzling, and the castle was completely lost from the gloom and darkness at night, and everything was quiet.

The human day is the vampire's night, but humans are not as afraid of the moonlight as the vampires are.

Moonlight is the refraction of sunlight. Logically speaking, there is not much difference. It is also harmful to vampires. However, there is a huge difference in energy between direct light and refracted light. The photosynthesis of plants can only be carried out through sunlight, and is ineffective against moonlight.

, maybe it’s the same principle.

Zongque found a shady place beside the sea of ​​flowers and thought about his next plan.

The butler has been serving him for three or four years and understands his style of doing things and will not disobey his orders. However, it is precisely because he has been serving for a long time that he can act emotionally when encountering this special situation.

Once Joel's identity is exposed, they cannot stay in Mira for a long time, because humans' fear and hatred of vampires are emotions accumulated over the years, and it is impossible to ask them to accept the existence of vampires without any grudges.

If he is not exposed, he needs to rush back to Mira as soon as possible. He must give a clear reply if he does not attend the royal banquet. If there is no reply for a long time, the sudden disappearance of a count will also cause the Holy See to be afraid of the vampires.

Zongque's hand brushed over the book, and the sound of deliberately aggravated footsteps came from behind him. He turned to look at the person standing in the shadow and said, "Is something wrong?"

"I'm a little troubled by your sudden disappearance from the room." Burris smiled as he stood in the shadow formed by the wall.

"There should be a barrier near this castle." Zongque looked at him and said, "I can't leave here."

"You seem to know the vampires very well, but I still have to tell you that although the master has given you a relatively comfortable environment, please stay in the room and do not move around at will." Burris said with a smile, "Because your current status is not

Not a guest, but a slave."

"It's your fault that I can appear here." Zongque looked at him and said.

The sun is obviously a great threat to the other party. Even if there is coldness in those eyes, he cannot get over it.

"Can I make up for this mistake?" Burris asked with a smile.

The light and heat of the scorching sun made his mood less peaceful than at night. If something went wrong with the master's prey, it might cost him his life.

"Human beings need sunlight. An environment that is too stuffy will make you feel bad." Zongque said, "Lower the blood level and you can go about your own business. Let Joel come and talk to me personally about me."

Burris stood still and said: "Then you may be punished."

Zongque's eyes turned back to the book and said: "It should be good for you if I am rejected by him as soon as possible."

Burris looked at the man sitting there with a heavy gaze. He didn't look like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He was too confident, but what was his basis? The master's temporary interest or the precious blood?

But no matter how comfortable he is in the human world, within the vampire clan, he only relies on his strength. When he loses his master's interest, he is still a lamb to be slaughtered.

Burris turned around and left, 1314 muttering: [Host, that vampire just now had ill intentions towards you.]

[He should be good-looking.] Zongque said.

Even though they regard humans as having the same status as cattle and sheep, it is undeniable that the Vampires have extremely outstanding appearances.

[You can't change your mind if you are good-looking...] 1314 said, and realized, [Even if he is good-looking, I will never fall in love with him!]

It is not the kind of system that changes based on different ideas.

【Hmm.】Zongque responded.

1314:【……】

…

Night falls.

"Did he really say that?" Joel asked as he sat up from the coffin.

"Yes." Burris said.

"But I don't remember that I gave an order to restrict him from leaving the room." Joel lay beside the coffin, looked at him and smiled, "Burris, what are you planning?"

"No." Burris lowered his head and said.

"Actually, vampires are not very obedient." Joel stood up, put his hand on his shoulder and smiled, "Even if the boundaries are set, they still like to cross them again and again."

They are of the same kind, and of course they know that the other person will never take a human being seriously. Even a sheep is just a sheep. What they are waiting for is his dislike of that person.

And this situation is very similar to his situation in the manor at that time. There are actually many similarities between vampires and humans.

Joel stepped out of the coffin and left. Burris reconnected the twisted bones on his shoulders before slowly getting up.

The night was dark red, and the candlelight in the room was swaying gently. Joel opened the door and looked at the man sitting at the desk. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to the manor again.

Although many people expected him to lose favor at that time, Abram was very kind to him. He never said much, he just acted. He only allowed him to come and go at will, and only gave him the key to the manor.

He entered private territory only to indulge his wanton antics, even if it was not in line with his style.

Joel tightened his grip on the doorknob. When he met the man's gaze, his heart tightened slightly and he slightly changed his expression: "I heard that you went out today without telling me?"

Zongque put down his pen, put away the pages and stood up, saying: "No one was found."

"Isn't it common sense not to act without permission in other people's homes?" Joel felt that he was making trouble unreasonably, but he seemed unable to speak to this person in the same tone as before.

If it remains the same as before, it will seem like a compromise.

"I remember that you came in and out of my house at will." Zongque walked to the door and said, "Aren't you coming in?"

"When?" Joel walked in and asked.

"When you add medicine to my cup." Zongque said.

Joel's expression froze, but he immediately responded: "Were you pretending at that time?!"

"My medical skills are not to the point where you can't even notice if you drug me," Zongque said.

Joel grinded his molar teeth and said with a smile: "This is my territory. I can let you find it and drink the medicine."

"So you didn't come here to ask questions?" Zongque looked at him and said.

Joel leaned against the wall and realized that he had not left this place, but was held tightly by the man. His heart shrank, and he tried hard to suppress his Adam's apple and swallowed: "Since you can recognize your identity clearly,

, of course I have no reason to refuse, but you have always used restraint as a reason to hide your inability to do so. I wonder if you can really satisfy me?"

There was provocation in his eyes, but he couldn't hide the expectation in them. Zongque bent down and picked up the man who was leaning against the wall.

Joel put his arm on his shoulders and said: "No foreplay required, you just need..."

"You still have to have a sense of experience, otherwise you can just use utensils to satisfy yourself." Zongque put him on the bed, holding his head and slowly laying it down.

There was no blush on the young man's face, but the candlelight flickered to cover it up, and his eyes were more beautiful than wet rubies.

"What artifact?" Yoel looked at his face as he leaned closer, feeling inexplicably nervous.

"I'll tell you later." Zongque lifted his chin, put his helpless hand on his shoulder, and kissed his lips.

The candlelight flickered, smeared with the crimson moonlight.

The wax oil dripped down drop by drop, just like a beautiful woman crying. In the end, only a short section remained, and then slowly extinguished when the sun rose.

Zongque closed the curtains, blocking out the first ray of morning light that broke through the dawn, making the whole room dark again before returning to the bedside.

The boy on the bed was lying on his side, and the ends of his eyes were a little red because of the residual trace of moisture.

Zongque gently lifted his cheek and kissed him. The young man opened his eyes slightly, and the deep red pupils made the redness at the end of his eyes seem more obvious.

He subconsciously hooked up to Zongque's neck and kissed him back, murmuring softly: "When is it?"

"It's morning." Zongque said.

"I asked why I'm so sleepy." Joel opened his eyes and looked into the man's calm eyes. His thoughts began to return, and he retracted his arms and said, "You served me well last night. Have a good rest today."

"Okay, do you want to continue tonight?" Zongque asked.

Joel was silent for a moment. He thought it was pretty good, but he felt like he was going crazy after a whole night: "Didn't you say you should exercise restraint?"

"When did you listen to me?" Zongque asked.

"It's because I listened to you that I discovered your conspiracy." Joel sneered.

They were intimate for one night, but when they woke up they were still mortal enemies.

"What is my conspiracy?" Zongque asked.

"How dare you say that you weren't interested in vampires in the first place!" Joel looked at him and said.

"Weren't you also interested in my blood from the beginning?" Zongque asked.

In the beginning there was no emotion, just gain.

"So you were acting from the beginning!" Joel realized that his previous statement seemed unreasonable.

"Aren't you the same?" Zongque looked at him and said, "A young nobleman whose family is in decline."

"You also prepared a gun specially designed to deal with vampires!"

"You left a scary word in blood first. The gun was not specially prepared. It just touched your blood. The Vatican hunters found out that I had contact with the vampires and saved my life." Zongque looked at him and said, "Already

That was a few years ago."

"You..." Joel stared at him, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have no reason to get angry. It seemed that he was still in the wrong. Why did it suddenly become like this? "Then you are still studying me during the relationship, right?

"

"During your relationship, weren't you thinking about my blood?" Zongque said.

Joel sat on the bed, blinking, and realized that he didn't seem to have the right to lose his temper. The two of them were superficial lovers, and they had plans for each other, and it seemed that he was the one who was wronged first?!

"My research on you is because there are indeed many differences between vampires and humans. I have never seen a vampire. This is just a habit and hobby." Zongque said.

"Hobby?" Joel looked at him.

"Yes, you are very mysterious and worth finding out." Zongque said.

Joel made a long sound in his throat, feeling as if he was being pleased: "Then will you dissect me for research in the future?"

"I'm just observing your physiological performance, because you can move normally without blood circulation at all." Zongque held his wrist and said, "Although it has a structure, it has no pulse. It's amazing."

Joel felt the heat on his wrist: "Then you can also study other vampires..."

"I'm not interested in other vampires." Zongque said calmly, "Even if I were interested, I wouldn't use this method."

"Oh..." Joel felt a little inexplicably good, but now that he had kidnapped the people, he didn't want to put them back yet. "Then you can stay here and study slowly. Maybe one or two will die at some point."

If you come here to provoke me, you can even dissect it for fun."

"Don't you want to let me go back?" Zongque looked directly at him and asked.
Chapter completed!