The boy who was sucked blood didn't resist any more, and lay obediently on the table. The footman took a silver knife and cut the white lamb's wrist.

Blood droplets splashed from the torn flesh into the glass cup. The bright red blood seems to be able to drain a person's life a little bit and it will never end.

The old housekeeper introduced: "This is the only son of a little lord."

It can indeed be seen that the young man has some traces of pampering, and his skin is quite fair. In the eyes of the blood clan, such aptitude can indeed be called delicious.

The throats of the guests rolled slightly, and they stared intently. The young man was unaware of all of this, and after the slight pain, more sweetness like honey came up—pleasure surged through his limbs and bones, and he was caught off guard and washed into a pool of mud that almost turned into water. After regaining his senses, he didn't even bother to take care of his aching wrists, he just tried his best to bring his slender neck closer to the servant again, his expression blurred, twisting back and forth like a drug addiction, looking forward to being bitten again .

Kou Dong looked at his unrecognizable mood: "..."

Isn't this kid addicted!

What's so addicting to being sucked blood! !

The blood clans have long been surprised. There was not much reaction to this scene. This is still a low-level blood race, if it is a baron, or the owner of this manor comes in person, I am afraid that the young man will faint because of this pleasure.

After being sucked blood once, they will never forget, and even willingly become blood slaves, they have also seen many people.

Fresh blood was offered, not all poured into the glass this time, but sprinkled on the raw, thick steak, blending with the blood of the beef itself. The guests waved their knives and forks, but did not make any sound of hitting the plate. Their sharp teeth pressed against the thick bloody meat, pierced the teeth without hindrance, and tore the tight fibers. , the slight sound of flesh chewing makes people shudder. Among the full vampires, Kou Dong was the only one who did not do anything.

Noand the Baron and a finicky young master.

Kou Dong is very grateful to them both at this moment. No matter what was wrong with the two of them, anorexia could be good or too expensive - anyway, their behavior made Kou Dong's lack of eating less noticeable.

Although he said this, Kou Dong didn't believe it himself. Since he entered this ghost game, there is basically no time when he is not conspicuous...

He still didn't eat a bite.

The baron persuaded him a few words, and then stopped, as if he had decided that he was an extremely picky guest. Kou Dong sat with this "picky" name and missed the next few dishes.

Blood steamed lamb... no.

Blood sausage... no need.

Blood boiled foie gras...

Surely this isn't the dark food that can eat the dead? ? ?

The more Kou Dong watched, the more depressed he became. After the dinner, all the guests ate to their heart's content, but he was the only one with an empty stomach.

Fortunately, these dishes successfully killed all his appetite, and he didn't feel hungry at all. Kou Dong was under the peeping eyes of these vampires, and he could sense the unusual gazes of the people at the table, as if they were coveting, but at the same time, they seemed to be afraid.

In fact, from the moment he walked into the parlour, all the vampires in the hall could smell the fragrance of blood. When he sat down on the chair, the delicious smell became stronger and stronger, so that the baron who was the host couldn't help but turn his head, breaking the etiquette rules that the feast had not yet started, and sniffed on the side of his neck in advance. Down.

Not only does human blood have rank, but the blood of vampires also tastes good. The stronger the blood clan, the stronger the power of blood, the sweeter the smell, and the more shocking other people are - and therefore, the blood clan will often suck each other. For them, not only from this In the process of sucking, you can get the supreme pleasure, and you can also draw the strength of the other party from it.

This Viscount Glenn with oriental blood, the smell of blood is so sweet that on the one hand the blood races are eager to move, but on the other hand they are a little hesitant.

To some extent, this shows the strength of the opponent.

Could it be that the person who transformed this viscount was a great man?

Looking at the table full of banquets, there are many dishes in the middle that are extremely rare, and they are not inferior animal blood, but precious and carefully selected fresh human blood, even noble. blood vessels. It can be said that this is already the highest level, and only a high-ranking person like Count Kester can entertain the blood clan in the manor with such specifications.

But even so, the black-haired and black-eyed Viscount Glenn didn't show the slightest obsession. On the contrary, he always frowned and turned his face to the side in disgust, revealing a thin white neck.

Not at all tempted.

Yes.

The vampires thought to themselves that they were so disdainful of human blood, this must be a contracter of a high-level vampire.

They sniffed quietly, smelled the scent of blood in the air, and couldn't help thinking: don't know which adult is so blessed to be able to pierce the teeth into the delicate texture and give this viscount sweetness first embrace...

After more than 20 dishes, the vampires were finally satisfied. Kou Dong breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to find a reason to retreat, but was told by the servant that there was a dance to come.

"All the guests must attend," the manservant in charge of the reception said with a stern face, and there was a small, bright red blood spot on the side of his face, which was left by biting the young boy at the dinner party just now, "this is also the dinner party. a part of."

. . . of capitalism!

Kou Dong's footsteps were blocked, and he was forced to turn to the ballroom. Ye Yanzhi waited outside the door as a valet, and when he saw him walking out of the door, he turned his eyes to him and looked up and down without a trace.

"Let's go," Kou Dong pressed Ye Yanzhi's hand slightly, and said in a low voice, "Dance hall."

He has the heroic feeling that he has just stepped out of the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again...

The valet's eyelashes flickered slightly, without saying a word, he just followed behind him silently. A master and a servant walked along the long corridor, and the old butler bowed and waited not far away, his gray hair and eagle-like gray eyes stared at him, as if he was stalking.

Under this kind of gaze, all the little movements have nowhere to hide. Kou Dong had no choice but to walk over slowly, and until he got close, did he hear the old butler say calmly, "Viscount Glenn, Lord Baron, please come in with your servant."

Kou Dong's footsteps stopped, and he glanced at Ye Yan next to him in surprise.

"together?"

"Yes." The old butler was still stern, "Please."

This is actually good news for Kou Dong. He just felt a little weird, the blood clans didn't seem to care about their status, they could let him bring Ye Yanzhi in...

A thought suddenly popped up in his heart, which made him a little scared. Could it be that he was preparing to separate Ye Yan on the spot?

This group of vampires mistakenly thought he was a vampire, but they did not regard Ye Yanzhi as the same!

Kou's father's heart burned again.

He turned sideways, half-blocked Ye Yanzhi, and frowned, "Must take him?"

"Of course."

The old butler said nothing, "You are his elder, you can take him in."

"..."

Kou Dong really didn't understand, how did they see this father-son relationship at a glance?

It can't really be hereditary genes that made them grow a father and son, right?

He had no choice but to bring people in, thinking to himself that he must protect his cub.

Can't be eaten.

The nobles are dancing in pairs. This dance is similar to modern ballroom dancing, but it is somewhat weird because both sides are men. Their arms were intertwined, pacing gracefully in circles around the folded arms, with a somewhat absent-minded movement. Kou Dong didn't get close to the dance floor, he went straight through the guests next to him, and walked towards the chair in the corner with Ye Yanyi.

"Sit first," he whispered to Ye Yanzhi, "more on that later."

His current situation is completely embattled. Trapped in a group of vampires thirsting for blood, as the only human being, he is like a plate of sweet, soft and creamy snacks that everyone wants to take a bite of.

Kou Tiantian didn't want to be bitten, so she tried her best to hold the vampire's skin tight, not daring to drop it.

He couldn't be quiet for long. But as soon as he sat down, a guest came forward and bowed at him: "Viscount Glenn, can you have this honor, please dance with me?"

"Sorry," Kou Dong replied, "I don't dance."

He's not so crazy yet, dancing with blood-sucking vampires.

Waiting to be slaughtered?

The invited guest had no choice but to walk away, and then, within a few minutes, another guest came up and invited him to dance as usual.

Kou Dong still rejected him for the same reason: not to dance.

I don't know why, after he said this reason, looking at his guests was like looking at a small cake that had already entered someone else's mouth, with regret in his eyes, and reluctantly saw him from the beginning...

what happened?

Kou Dong was a little at a loss.

It's just a dance, why does the other party act as if he missed this opportunity and missed it... the benefits of the sky are the same?

He rejected all these people. At first, it was only one or two. Later, these nobles simply stopped dancing and almost formed a circle to surround him. The dance floor was empty, and Kou Dong's hands in front of him were almost stretched out into the woods, all of them were palms up, eager for him to put them up.

Kou Dong surrounded by vampires: "..."

He was so weak, pitiful, and helpless.

I don't understand what these perverts are thinking at all, and what are they so inexplicably excited about?

Before he could understand, another voice came: "Get out of the way."

The person who spoke was the noble young man who was sitting opposite Kou Dong at the dinner party. His identity should not be low, and he was very powerful in the blood clan. After he said it, the vampires paused, still reluctant to make a way for him.

He walked towards Kou Dong.

The road was not long, and the noble boy reached the end in just a few steps. He looked down at the person in front of him, his voice cold.

"You don't dance?"

Kou Dong shook his head.

"Do not."

The aristocratic boy narrowed his eyes slightly, his blue eyes fixed on Kou Dong, seeming a little annoyed.

"You have to dance," he said in an almost imperative tone. "I didn't eat anything tonight."

Kou Dong became more and more inexplicable, thinking that it's none of my business, and he said it as if I ate it - do you like it or not.

And if I dance with you, I can't make you full!

He sat in the chair without moving, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

In this stalemate atmosphere, the door was pulled open again. The baron finally appeared as the host. He changed his clothes and seemed to be in a bad mood. He was wiping his hands repeatedly with a snow-white handkerchief.

Someone asked why he just arrived.

"I met a disobedient snack." The baron said, the gloom on his face flashed, and then his scarlet lips twitched, "I made you wait for a long time."

The old butler took out his gold pocket watch from his arms and reminded in a low voice, "Sir, it's time."

For some reason, this sentence suddenly made Kou Dong feel a sigh in his heart.

……What does it mean?

He paused in his heart, but saw the butler fiddling with the old-fashioned record player again. The new music sounded, and the violin's voice was lingering and gentle, like whispering to a lover. In this tone, the blood clans who had stayed in the past gradually formed a pair, a pair, a pair, and began to dance again. The jewelry on their collars and sleeves also shone in the dim candlelight.

More and more people were dancing, and new blood races joined in one after another. The hem of the clothes is flying, and the footsteps are moving.

There were only Kou Dong, Ye Yanzhi, and the noble boy still standing on the dance floor.

The baron walked towards them, with a faint smile on the corners of his plump lips.

"What," he said to Kou Dong, "did we not entertain well? I don't think Viscount Glenn used any food tonight."

Kou Dong replied, "Of course not."

He pursed his lips.

"It's just that I am always picky and can't get used to drinking blood."

Being picky is not a problem. Among these nobles, there are not many who are not picky. The baron was not surprised when he heard the words, but his smile widened and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

His pupils also dilated a little bit, a reaction to seeing prey.

"That would be best," the baron said slowly. "Since Viscount Glenn doesn't like this, why don't I dance with you?"

Kou Dong: "..."

It seems that the brain circuit of the blood clan is to start - inherit - turn - dance.

But the baron was obviously an important NPC, and Kou Dong was a little uncertain for a while. If he refused the invitation of the other party, there would be an accident. In the end, he still nodded and stood up because he was in other people's territory.

"Then it's your job."

The noble boy suddenly snorted softly and sat down on the chair.

The baron held his hand tightly and led him to the dance floor.

Kou Dong naturally couldn't jump, but fortunately, the baron was very experienced and controlled his movements almost the whole time. Under his guidance, although Kou Dong's dancing can't be considered beautiful, it's definitely not bad. He copied the footsteps of the people around him, and in the eyes of the vampires next to him, the speed was only slightly slower than the others, and there was no problem.

rotate.

near.

Rotate again.

The music is slow and steady, almost intoxicating. The shadow of the light was reflected in the blue pupils of the person in front of him, and the baron half held his wrist thoughtfully, lending him some strength as he rotated, not to teach him to be thrown out.

His movements are so well-mannered and so gentle that one hardly remembers him as a bloody monster.

There was a faint smile on his lips.

When approaching again, he whispered: "You dance really well."

This is pure nonsense, Kou Dong's dancing is okay, and there is still a long way to go from "good".

But in the Baron's view, it seems to be quite perfect. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his two pointed teeth pressed against his lips, feeling the intoxicating fragrance from far and near, wandering between his arms.

The baron's strength increased slightly, pulling the young man back into his arms.

The young man's black hair was neatly tied behind his head, with only a slight curl at the end. His skin was smooth and delicate, with an ivory-like luster. The blue veins on his neck were not very obvious, hidden under the thin flesh, the snow-blue section was like the shadow left by a snake crawling.

The baron's throat moved, and the thirst in his throat was unprecedented.

He has seen countless human beings and blood races, but it has never been so fragrant.

His grip on the youth's wrist increased.

The music grew softer, almost into inaudible murmurs. The atmosphere in the arena gradually became intoxicated, and the dancing vampires slowly approached, but they were rarely absent-minded, and Ruo Ruowu cast peeping glances at the baron and his dance partner.

Immediately, the figures of the blood clans overlapped.

One by one, they pierce their teeth into the necks of their dance partners, like bees piercing the heart of a flower, greedily sucking nectar from it.

Kou Dong was still stunned. He fell into an extremely bizarre state, clearly his heart suddenly tightened, and he sensed that something was wrong, but his body was soft, and he couldn't move at all, and only moved mechanically with the baron's strength. The baron's azure eyes drew closer to him, his pale, unusual cheeks pressed against his neck, as if he was in front of the sofa, and he took a deep breath.

The aroma of blood rushed up, and he closed his eyes with satisfaction, opened his mouth, and completely exposed his two pointed teeth.

"Don't you want that food?"

He whispered in Kou Dong's ear.

Kou Dong couldn't say a word, the blood clan's breath was cold, and it sprayed on his neck. With bad intentions, the snakes circled along the lines of his skin.

"—Then please treat me as your food tonight."

He was completely close.

Kou Dong could already feel the tips of his sharp teeth rubbing against his skin, and he could pierce them in the next second.

This doesn't work!

He wanted to object fiercely in his heart, but he didn't know what was going on with the music. He was soft and lacking any strength, showing his neck like a snow-white lamb, letting these blood-sucking monsters ask for anything.

This……

If he really sucks, his human identity will be exposed in front of this baron!

Kou Dong tried his best to restrain this strange numbness, and stretched out his hand to push the person in front of him. Before he could push it, someone suddenly said in a cold voice, "Sorry."

Immediately, a tremendous force grabbed Kou Dong's shoulders, almost forcibly pulling him out of the baron's arms.

The baron flinched and slowly raised his head to see the face of the valet.

He said displeased, "you?"

He remembered that this manservant should be the contract contracter of Viscount Glenn. But even Viscount Glenn's junior should not interrupt his eating so rashly.

"Sorry," Ye Yanzhi said coldly, "Master once promised me that his blood is only for me."

The baron narrowed his eyes.

The way the juniors and their parents get along among the blood clans cannot be generalized, but those parents who are given to the first embrace often have the responsibility to teach the juniors and truly play the role of fathers. Since blood exchange is required at the time of the first embrace, the vampires after the first embrace will be more intimate than ordinary vampires.

Promising such a thing is not impossible.

Can promise to a humble servant...

He frowned, and was a little unsure about the aura emanating from Ye Yanzhi. Such a strong deterrent, is it really just a servant?

Ye Yanzhi ignored his thoughts, just pulled Kou Dong out and patted him. The young man's hand seemed to have magic power, and Kou Dong's thoughts finally broke free from the strange state just now, and said in a low voice: "In other words..."

He didn't even call "Azai".

"Don't talk," Ye Yanzhi said in a low voice, placing his hand on the back of his head, "They are all watching."

This is not wrong, all the vampires are looking at this side, they can't escape. To get past today's level, one of them must act like a vampire.

Kou Dong was a little worried and wanted to say something, but saw Ye Yanzhi slowly bring his head close to him.

This breath is familiar to him, and Kou Dong is not as resistant as before. But I was still uneasy in my heart, and whispered: "But you are not..."

But you are not a blood race, how can you perform?

"Don't talk." Ye Yanzhi's voice was hoarse for some reason, as if restraining something, "Don't move, I will be careful."

careful?

Be careful of what?

Before Kou Dong could react, he felt the other's lips and tongue. Gentle and meticulous, twirling around his neck, repeatedly rubbing that small piece of delicate skin.

The whole area became wet, and Kou Dong felt a little weak in his legs for some reason. He subconsciously raised his hand and hugged the youth's waist to give himself a support point.

His voice also became vague: "Chai..."

Ye Yanzhi stiffened suddenly.

At the same time, Kou Dong felt two slightly pointed objects touching his skin. Before he could think of what it was, the young man pushed them in with a little force—

Ye Yanzhi bit him.

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