His tone made Kou Dong shudder slightly, and his scalp felt numb for some reason. .

This sentence, as if Kou Dong is not a living person, but a plate of cakes placed on the table.

Before he could recover from this strange feeling, the old housekeeper in the corner took a step forward and opened the gold pocket watch on his chest with a clatter. He looked at the time displayed on his pocket watch and whispered, "Sir, it's dinner time."

"Yes?"

Baron Legris was interrupted, and then he retreated unhurriedly. He glanced at his companion behind him and raised the corners of his lips.

"If that's the case, then please move on."

He licked his lips and said slowly.

"—I believe that this will be a feast that you have never seen before."

The nobles got up from their chairs one after another and walked towards the banquet hall one by one. Ye Yanzhi was behind Kou Dong, one step behind him, and stepped into the hall where the banquet was held with the other guests.

The banquet hall is huge.

The candlesticks on all sides were lit, and the light beams converged in one place, but it only made the room between light and dark, half-dark and half-dark, and the scenery in front of him became hazy.

The chatty and laughing guests took their seats one by one at the long table, Kou Dong glanced at it, and sat quietly in the last chair.

The owner of the manor was not present, and the seat on the main seat was still Baron Legliss who wrote the invitation letter. Kou Dong tried his best to be unobtrusive, and tried his best to turn sideways so as not to be noticed by others.

"Viscount Glenn!"

But at this moment, the baron in the main seat called out and stretched out his hand to him.

All eyes were gathered. Against the background of the lights, the lips of the host and the guests are bright red and plump, and the corners of the lips are upturned, as if they are smiling.

The baron's complexion was aristocratic pale, his blue eyes and platinum curly hair made him look more like he came out of a medieval classical oil painting, or the lover of a noble lady. He was half leaning on the chair, only leaning his upper body in the direction of Kou Dong, his tone was warm and intimate, as if Kou Dong had known him for 800 years, not at all like a stranger who met him for the first time today.

"Viscount Glenn, my beautiful guest from afar, please take your seat beside me."

Kou Dong moved for a while, and couldn't help but compare his middle finger to the NPC who thought it was one thing. But now that he is a guest, it is naturally difficult to refuse the master's kindness, so he can only stand up from his seat, and the footman has already guided him to the first position on the left of the long table.

He glanced across.

There is also a noble young master sitting there, sitting casually, playing with a tall glass wine glass in his hand.

It wasn't until Kou Dong sat down that he lifted his eyelids.

It was a pair of blue pupils.

The owner of the pupil has a young face with white lips and red teeth, but his face is equally pale, with a strange cold tone, even under the candlelight, it does not make his face look any better.

From Kou Dong's point of view, it was as if everyone present was terminally ill and could go to the West in one step.

Just a normal person.

The guests were all seated, and the baron finally raised the goblet in his hand and began to speak.

Compared with his full aristocratic style, his speech was a bit too brief, with only two sentences:

"On behalf of the Earl of Kester, I welcome you all, and thank the gracious and generous Earl."

"Please don't be restrained—enjoy yourself."

This scene is actually a bit absurd, because there is nothing in front of them. There were no dishes on the table, just a few glass cups, one in front of each person.

Kou Dong looked at it, and couldn't help but feel at a loss.

What are you going to eat?

... nibbling on the table?

He looked in the direction of the others, but saw that they were all sitting upright, and only occasionally glanced at the closed door from the corner of his eye, as if they were waiting for something.

Kou Dong had to wait. After a few seconds, the old butler pushed the door open again.

He was followed by a long line of servants, who held small silver basins in their hands, lined up one by one to approach the table, and could vaguely see a little red inside.

wine?

As they approached, Kou Dong smelled a strange smell, clearly fishy, ​​but a little sweet.

It's like...

He suddenly looked into the basin, and all he saw was a dazzling bright red. The bright red liquid was gradually poured into each guest's cup from the silver basin. It was sticky and long, filling most of the crystal clear glass cup.

As you got closer, the smell got stronger.

Kou Dong's stomach started to twitch.

"Aperitif," the baron in the main seat raised his mouth, "please."

The guests raised their glasses to their lips. From Kou Dong's point of view, the way they drink is also different. There are those who have hurriedly poured down, and the cheeks are flushed after drinking, which is very pleasant; there are also those who sip slowly and slightly, as if they are finely tasting.

The baron in the main seat never even touched the mouth of the cup. He just lifted the cup up, brought it close to his nose, sniffed it carefully, and put it down again.

The noble young master on the opposite side frowned, took a sip with reluctance, and immediately waved at the housekeeper.

The old butler seemed to have been prepared for a long time. He stepped forward a few steps and brought a silver cup for the other party to gargle. The noble young master rinsed his mouth with water, turned his face back to the baron, and dropped a cold comment, "Sour smell."

The baron nodded, seeming a little helpless, but he just chuckled: "Picky eaters."

They obviously disdain to touch the wine.

Kou Dong had a guess in his heart, but it was not easy to say it under this circumstance. He took the wine glass closer, sniffed it a little, and restrained himself from taking a big breath.

Even if he was mentally prepared, when he really confirmed it, it still made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Where is this wine!

This is clearly blood, and even has a slight temperature...

"It's really fresh." There was only an empty glass left in front of the guests, and he praised the baron, "How old is this?"

The old housekeeper on the side bowed slightly and said respectfully: "The sixteen years old, just collected for you, from a young lady who sells flowers."

"No wonder," the guest murmured, bringing the mouth of the cup with a little blood stains closer, "I smell the fragrance of flowers..."

"Inferior," the person beside him shook his head and commented, "the taste is dull."

This group of blood races sat in the banquet courteously, exchanging opinions with each other, talking about taste and taste. If you just listen to their conversation, it's like discussing ordinary wine.

Only Kou Dong is sitting on pins and needles.

Looking to the left, it is a big vampire sitting in the main seat.

Looks like it should still be a head.

Looking to the right, there are two long rows of ordinary vampires, tasting the fresh blood.

Looking ahead, there's a picky, pampered little vampire...

Kou Dong felt suffocated from the bottom of his heart.

He finally knew why his friend with this status had no news when he entered this castle, hemp! ——Which normal person in the vampire den can still have news ah ah ah ah ah!

The most terrible thing is that he is the only one here...

what is this? A pure and innocent lamb plunged itself into the wolf's den?

Still wearing wolf's clothing? ?

Kou Dong felt that he would be placed on the dining table in the next second, and almost yelled at the system's bad taste.

Although he knew for a long time that the ghost system didn't want him to pass the level, it was too blatant to set up such a plot!

Of course he couldn't take a sip. The baron in the seat noticed, and his blue eyes turned to look at him.

"What," he asked the guest who came from afar. The guest's head was slightly drooping, and the neck was white and delicate, which reminded him of the fine Oriental jade he had seen on the count's waist. His eyes were darker, and two fangs pressed against his lips, "Is it not to your taste?"

All the other vampires on the table looked over, their eyes focused on him, which was astonishingly hot. Kou Dong dared to bet that if he showed any flaws, these vampires would immediately put him on the dining table and suck it out one by one, killing him with blood.

But if you really drink it, Kou Dong can't do it.

——If this damn thing can be drunk, then there is a ghost!

Kou Dong frowned, and simply pushed the cup further. He raised his head, he was a proud young master who had been pampered since childhood, and he even dismissed this cup of delicious food that was praised by other blood races.

"I can't drink this kind of thing," he said truthfully, but looked straight at the other party, "You invited me to come, didn't you use such a thing to kill me?"

The baron's smile deepened. He looked at the other party and said slowly, "What a picky guest."

The noble boy opposite also looked over, and seemed to have some interest in this vampire with the same taste as himself.

"Never mind," the baron whispered, "it's just an aperitif—"

"I hope you will be satisfied with the next dinner."

He clapped his hands. The servants stepped forward silently again and removed the goblets one by one. In a blink of an eye, the table was clean again, and the nobles who were still drinking blood just wiped the corners of their mouths with snow-white napkins. Gracefully handed to the servant.

New dishes are on the table.

This time, the dishes were carefully served by four footmen. In the huge silver plate lay a naked teenager, only surrounded by a wide white cloth, barely covering the lower half. With a strip of cloth stuck in his mouth, he looked back and forth in horror, looking like he was terrified, and his hands and feet struggled back and forth.

The noble boy on the opposite side spoke again, this time more concise than the last time, the disgust almost overflowed, "Dirty."

The baron waved his hand. "Let him be quiet."

A servant stepped forward and leaned close to the boy's neck. Kou Dong sat on the side, clearly watching the other's two sharp teeth pierce the skin, biting down at once—

The boy's struggle suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes and looked in front of him, it seemed to be very refreshing, and he spasmed slightly from head to toe. His eyes were distracted and his expression was intoxicated. Even the servant boy raised his head with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and pulled the cloth from his mouth without noticing that he was still mumbling something.

If you listen carefully, it sounds like "the kingdom of heaven".

"That's a pity," said the baron softly, wiping the corners of his scarlet mouth gracefully with the white tablecloth.His face was as dignified as a statue carefully carved in a church, but the light in his pupils was cold and indifferent, not human at all, "This is not the kingdom of heaven."

"—but hell."

The author has something to say:

Basic settings for this copy:

1. Breathing and being sucked will be very refreshing, so refreshing that Tiantian can faint.

2, blood grade, sweet is of course the sweetest and best drink!

3. Vampires can suck each other.

Therefore, if Tiantian's identity is not exposed...

Vampire: Give me a sip, just one sip!

Kou Tiantian: ......Nonsense!

Blood Race: Then you take a sip of me, just one sip!!!

Kou Tiantian:  …