On the third day of the game, Doctor Beak came to the castle again.

He was still wrapped tightly, the black hat and mask completely covered his face, but his figure was a little taller than yesterday. Kou Dong already knew why he had to dress up like this - he hated the flesh and blood in it, and he was also disgusted with himself being an accomplice of the blood clan, so he didn't want to put on the white veil of an angel again.

Out of some kind of psychology, Kou Dong didn't tell the other party that he was a human, and still pretended to be his little vampire.

He looked left and right, and there was no one else around, so he asked in a low voice, "Have you brought what I want?"

Ye Yanzhi: "..."

This posture is like an underground party connection.

The old angel nodded, the strange and hideous mask moved up and down, and reached out to touch the inside of his large black robe. He took out a heavy cloth bag from it, filled with small pieces of round stones.

It's flint.

Kou Dong had never seen this thing in the castle. What the blood clans eat is raw and cold, and the only thing that has temperature is fresh human blood.

The old angel handed him some round flints.

"This matter shouldn't be delayed any longer," his voice was somewhat indistinct behind the beak mask, "It will be the night after tomorrow."

"—We will follow the will of our heavenly Father and eradicate these filthy walking corpses from the earth!"

Kou Dong: "..."

Alas, a mouthful of a heavenly father or something, sounds like a brain-crazy fan.

He put the flint up and asked again worriedly, "Aren't you going to come alone?"

Even if you are an angel, you can't beat so many blood races!

Fortunately, Doctor Bird's Beak is not so stupid. Although he firmly believes in the power of justice, he still summons other angels who have fallen into the world.

After being dimmed for so long, it is time for the stars in the sky to light up.

When Kou Dong heard that the other party had teammates, he was immediately relieved. He stared at Doctor Birdbeak with an unprecedented zeal, and he almost took a step forward to hold the other's hand tightly.

"Lord Angel, I'm the only one left!"

You must save me from this house of perverts!

Dr. Bird's Mouth was stunned for a moment, but did not take his hand out of the opponent's. He stared at this little vampire. It was completely different from the ordinary vampires. The little vampire's jet-black hair was neatly tied, hanging down to the back of his head, and only a few small strands of short, untieable hair flew from the bundle. out, spread on the cheeks.

His skin is delicate and white, and his whole person is like a beautiful jade carved out of the East.

Dr. Birdbeak frowned suddenly, and looked at him again behind the mask.

Much like.

The old angel almost shuddered to think, really like...

Like the passing shadows he occasionally saw at an angel's dinner party.

He stepped forward and observed the youth's facial features further. Look down inch by inch. Under this kind of gaze, Kou Dong's heart froze slightly, but his expression remained unchanged, "Do you have anything else?"

- It's a pity that he's a vampire.

The old angel thought about it, and coldly took his eyes away from the young man.

Vampires, such low and dirty creatures, are absolutely unworthy and cannot live on the Nine Heavens. They couldn't even help being bathed in the Holy Light, and could only survive under the misty sky day by day. They were born to be trampled in the dirt.

If the youth were a human being, or better yet, an angel...

There was a slight, uncontrollable trembling in his heart, which was severely suppressed by him.

- If so.

With this almost identical skin, can they wake up their Heavenly Father who is sleeping in extreme disappointment?

He didn't move his feet again, his face was gloomy and uncertain.

However, humans can become vampires through first embracing, but vampires can never become human again.

For such a blood race...

Kou Dong stared at the clenched hand under his black robe, vaguely feeling that he seemed to be struggling. In the end, Doctor Bird's Mouth loosened his palms and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I will contact you again."

After that, he strode out of the castle, the black robe rolled up behind him into a small wave.

He didn't look back.

The contact Doctor Bird's Mouth said came very quickly. After breakfast, Kou Dong's room already had an extra piece of paper.

Only a simple sentence was written on it, "I will make them gather, and the power of light will prevail."

Kou Dong: "...?"

them?

Holding the letter, he showed Ye Yanzhi these words, and said worriedly, "Did you see it? He said them."

Young blood race: "Maybe it's an angel."

"Hopefully," Kou Dong murmured, his heart beating wildly uncontrollably, "but if you say that, it's too easy for me."

Usually his copy, which can be used as a shooting location for the story of the mole, - all pits.

Big pits are connected to small pits, and small pits are connected to giant pits. I am not afraid of many pits, but I am afraid that he will not fall down.

With that said, this dungeon is a bit too simplistic. With the help of the angel, he killed the blood clan, and after that, he stayed in a random place for seven days, and there was no need to worry about the issue of identity exposure.

Kou Dong stepped on so many pits that he almost turned the pits away. This time, he didn't see any pits for the first time, and his heart was beating on a small drum.

that's all?

Is the system so kind, letting him go so easily? ?

"I always have a bad premonition," he complained to his cub and opened up his heart, "I feel that I may have persecution paranoia, and now I feel like there is a conspiracy when I look at everything."

He sighed again, very sad, "I turned out to be a good boy who believes in love and beauty..."

Ye Yanzhi stared at his drooping hairy head for a while, and felt that he looked so pitiful and cute, and wanted to take him into his arms and touch his head.

Before he could take action, the young man moved a little faster and touched his head on tiptoe. While touching, he lovingly taught: "Chai, don't learn from your father, the world is full of light, you must be positive..."

Young blood clan: "..."

Kou Dong always has a hundred ways to cut his heart.

In the afternoon of this day, the baron invited all the guests to taste the wine he had kept in the cellar. The blood was placed in glass bottles, each bottle was stored in the cold and damp underground, and it was also decorated with thin cards with the year and source written on it. Kou Dong looked at it, and there was even the blood of famous kings and knights a hundred years ago. They had been stored underground for many years, but strangely they did not turn brown, nor did they produce any flocculent, as clear and translucent as ever— Apparently, vampires have their own way of storing food.

Kou Dong thought of vacuum packaging and preservatives very out of time.

He sighed softly, thinking that he might be too hungry. After all, today was the third day, and all he ate was the unpalatable food provided for the blood slave in the kitchen - that's all, Ye Yanzhi took the risk and brought it back for him at night.

Kou Dong couldn't eat at all, but to hinder his filial piety, he imagined the fishy meat and rough bark-like vegetables as the love lunch Ye Yanzhi made for him, pinched his nose and gnawed at it. .

He was quite hungry and thirsty.

In this case, the necks of the young vampires behind him became extraordinarily delicious, and even the light blue blood vessels looming above them looked sweet, and Kou Tiantian swallowed saliva one after another.

The arc of the young vampire from the chin to the neck is smooth and clean, thin and thin, which is a must. The Adam's apple bulged slightly and stayed quietly, and it looked like a duck collarbone——

It might even taste like duck tongue in the mouth.

There was a chill on Ye Yanzhi's neck, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that his master quickly turned his head back.

He couldn't help feeling weird.

After the first night, Kou Dong's inexplicable "true fragrance" came back into his mind again.

What's going on, the young blood clan thought hesitantly, why does he always feel that his baby wants to eat him...

The wine appreciation was spent in Kou Dong's body fluid. He didn't listen to what the baron said at all, and his mind was full of Ye Yanzhi who looked delicious.

Even the baron finally stopped him, implying that if he got his blood, he would have to use dozens of golden locks to lock it up. Kou Dong didn't give him the slightest response. The ass just came out of the cellar.

baron:"……??"

Uh-huh?

What kind of answer is this, the blood race is extremely angry, do you agree or disagree?

Before he could grab someone to ask for a clearer question, the figure of Little Cake had disappeared, leaving the Baron alone in the cellar sulking.

If the manipulation fails to achieve the effect, it is neither exciting nor terrifying, just angry.

He walked slowly up the steps from the cellar, and saw a servant in charge of hospitality standing in front of him, bowing respectfully at him.

"Sir Baron," the valet whispered, "there is one thing you need to know..."

There were many people gathered in front of the door, including ordinary civilians in ordinary clothes, and Wu Yangyang stood on the porch. Several footmen were standing there, talking to their representatives, "This is the mansion of the Count, you shouldn't trespass!"

"What is trespassing?"

The leader was a young man in a blood-red cloak. His skin was very white, as pale as the sun did not see the light of day. Only a slender lower jaw was exposed from under the cloak. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Isn't this a gathering for the blood clan? Since it is, why can't we enter?"

The valet stopped him with a cold face, but heard the baron behind him raise his voice: "Then invite the new guests in."

The servant's eyes were full of inconceivable, and he turned back in surprise, "Lord Baron?"

The baron's leather boots stepped slowly across the ground, tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk.

His brows were also slightly frowned, but his words remained unchanged, "Please come in."

There is a hierarchical order in any species, and the blood race is no exception. Such aristocrats, who only choose nobles as their contracting parties, naturally have noble bloodlines, and put family honor and gentleman's demeanor first in everything.

This is not the case with other blood races. They all made contracts by accident. They were not born nobles, and they have never lived in splendid clothes.

Their veins are full of wildness, and what is engraved in their bones is only the desire for primitive and blood, and even the level of the blood family dares to surpass.

The nobles are lions and leopards that live in their territories, but they are wild wolves that bit their throats, and their existence is similar to that of demons. The two factions have never had any intersection, and it was the first time that the Baron invited a person of this identity to step into the castle.

The servant said: "But-"

"It was the order of that lord," said the baron with a tired expression. "Those angels also wrote letters, hoping to talk to us. - They want these people to be there."

Neither the angel nor the lord, this is not the domain that the servant can reach and understand. He stopped and honestly invited these in.

The young man sneered, and suddenly showed his fangs. Those two fangs were sharp and sharp, and when the servant didn't react at all, he suddenly pierced them deeply, pierced and pierced all at once—

The valet suddenly let out a howl and staggered back. After he finally broke free, there were two deep, bloody sharp holes on his neck.

He has just been attacked.

The young man straightened up, still looking lazy, and licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

The bright red cloak cap was pulled over, revealing his blood-soaked, almost bewitching face.

"It doesn't taste very good," he commented slowly, slowly sucking the drop of blood from the tip of his tongue into his throat, and smiled softly, "Yes, it suits you."

It's almost a blatant provocation.

The baron's brows furrowed even tighter, and he couldn't help but make a move.

"you"

A dark crow slowly landed on the young man's shoulder, looking at the baron with dark red eyes.

The baron stopped, stared at the crow, and finally put down his hand.

- that is the messenger of the Father.

Heavenly Father... welcomes these outsiders.

He suddenly felt a little helpless in his heart, but he had no way to refute the decision of the Heavenly Father, and only took a step back with a sullen face.

The young man raised his hand.

wow-

The vampires swarmed into the castle following him. When Kou Dong came out, he happened to meet the scene of this mighty army pouring in. He was dumbfounded for a while, and his voice trembled.

"This... what is this?"

Don't tell him it's all vampires!

The servant replied: "This is a new guest. Viscount Glenn, don't get close to them. They are very savage. Be careful to hurt you. ... Viscount Glenn? Viscount Glenn?"

He shouted two more times, but the young eastern aristocrat beside him did not respond.

Kou Dong was taken aback by the new guests.

... scumbag.

He seemed to understand who the angels were going to gather.

What kind of angel are you summoning! It was clearly for the convenience of sweeping the net, and he found an excuse to put the other blood clans in together.

They thought it was quite good. When the time comes, the vampires in the entire land can be burned alive, and they will be wiped out in one sweep, and there will be no need for the bird-beak doctors to run around to maintain the peace of the land.

- But what will he do!

Kou Dong is a human, weak, innocent, helpless, and so sweet...

He wiped his face in despair, thinking that this was a big hole.

It's a pit! ! !

When he roared inwardly, the new blood races had also stepped into the castle. When a servant came forward, he was going to lead them upstairs.

"Shh."

The young man suddenly put his finger between his lips, signaling the others not to say anything.

Then, he raised his face slightly and made a move that made Kou Dong horrified: he sniffed.

Kou Dong watched this action, and the despair in his heart was overflowing.

He asked himself:

What's in the air?

He answered desperately:

own fragrance.

shit.

The young man raised his head, his throat moved conspicuously, and even his eyes were closed, as if intoxicated.

Then, following the smell he smelled, he turned his head accurately—

He looked in Kou Dong's direction.

The sweet and soft little cake froze in place, watching the mighty vampires come towards him, all of them with a look of impatiently coming to suck him. This posture is really a bit terrifying, Kou Dong even thinks that this scene may appear in his nightmare, a group of people who want to eat him alive smelled his fragrance and strode towards him——

The other hand was on his shoulder.

It was Ye Yanzhi.

Ye Yanzhi's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was a little cold, showing his dominance calmly. The young man approached Kou Dong and sniffed again, as if to confirm what he was smelling.

"really."

He raised his head, his eyes were full of almost crazy enthusiasm, like a drug addict facing a drug addict, his back was tense, and he almost turned into a ferocious beast.

He showed his sharp teeth, as if he was about to pounce on Kou Dong's throat immediately. But Ye Yanzhi's hand seemed to have become a barrier unintentionally. He looked at it for a long time, but he still didn't really bite it.

"In the mansion of the Count, there is indeed a rare delicacy hidden in the world," he whispered, his voice slightly hoarse, "such a treasure, how can you hide here alone?"

His face was still facing Kou Dong, but his words were directed at the baron.

"You are so rude," said the baron with a gloomy expression, "this Viscount Glenn is my honorable guest."

"Is it a guest?" The young man laughed, his blue eyes staring straight at Kou Dong, from top to bottom, appreciating this oriental beauty as if he were appreciating a treasure, "Wouldn't it be a pity if such a delicacy was a guest? already?"

His cold fingers stretched out in the air, to touch the cheeks of the Oriental Beauty——

Two hands stretched out from the side, one after another, coldly and mercilessly, hitting his hand down.

The young man looked away from the oriental beauty and looked at the master who interrupted his first hand. That person also has very obvious oriental ancestry, with jet-black hair and jet-black eyes, and a handsome face.

"..."

His hand paused, and he felt a strong deterrent from this man.

The second to open his hand was the Baron.

The baron's face was even gloomier than he had just allowed them to enter the castle, and his eyes were almost going to involve the young man and grind it to pieces.

"No," he said coldly, his voice almost frozen into ice, "don't offend my distinguished guests."

The footman also took a few steps forward, tightly surrounding them in a circle.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, and the blood race between the new school and the old school was on the verge of breaking out.

Kou Dong, loyal in the Shura field, didn't say a word, but he couldn't help thinking in his heart: Let's fight, let's fight...

Such a good opportunity, if only a few were killed!

He swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but wanted to say a few words to provoke and provoke, and to exert the power of Lanyan's troubles. But at this moment, the crow on the young man's shoulder flew in again and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Lord Baron," it said in a grotesque voice, "please invite the new guest upstairs."

"..."

The baron withdrew his hand, but gave Kou Dong a possessive look that would never let go.

The young man also put down his hand, and looked at Kou Dong with a possessive gaze that would never let go.

The mighty army behind him also glanced at Kou Dong...

It's like looking at a little cake that's temporarily sitting here, waiting to be imported by them.

Kou Tiantian: "..."

Originally, only seventy or eighty people shared a small cake.

Now, it is hundreds of people who share his little cake.

He shook his body and only stammered out, "Where is that ghost angel?"

He's going to kill him now! ! !

This day's dinner has never been more difficult. Kou Dong wanted to sit back, but the young man and the baron were obviously not very happy, and neither were the rest of the blood clan.

Ask him to sit between the two of them, and the aristocratic boy opposite him has a gloomy face again.

Kou Dong just wanted to shout to them.

So what do you want me to do?

Are you sitting at the table?

Can I just lie down on the table, one person gnaws on the neck, and two on the hands?

He finally sat at the very center of the long table, with the baron on the left and the young man on the right, and there was a noble boy on the opposite side. He was like a sandwich, forced to sit on pins and needles in it, the three of them didn't even move their chopsticks, and even the two nobles rarely took away some of their graceful demeanor, and they stopped being arrogant, and just looked at him.

It was as if anyone who missed that glance would suffer.

Kou Dong almost froze in his eyes, he moved a little and was about to withdraw.

Fortunately, these parties were patronizing each other, but they didn't force them to dance with him. When Kou Dong hurriedly retreated from the ballroom, the baron perhaps felt a sense of crisis, and whispered to him, "A good dream."

Kou Dong: "..."

Kou Dong ran away.

He was afraid that if he stayed here again, he would have nightmares.

Ye Yanzhi waited for him at the door, and squeezed his hand as soon as he came out. Kou Dong felt his cold skin and patted it soothingly, "Let's go."

They have a lot to discuss this evening. New NPCs, new situations, they are like small boats that have been rolled over into the wind and waves, and don't know which huge wave will be thrown down.

When Kou Dong returned to the room, he was relieved. The first thing he did was to shred the piece of paper that Dr. Birdbeak gave him, and thought, at first, he was an idiot when he thought that the system would not be tricked...

It is clearly still a pit, a giant pit!

Ye Yanzhi looked at him for a while, and when he saw that he was angry, he stretched out his wrist. His hands are slender and strong, and a slight cyan color can be seen on the top, spreading upward in a string.

Kou Dong: "...?"

The quiet black eyes of the young blood race stared at him, and the voice was low and slow, flowing in the air.

"Want to eat?"

Kou Dong: "!"

Kou Dong's eyes lit up in an instant. He couldn't help licking his teeth, staring at the duck neck that he had coveted for a long time, and whispered: "Can... can you bite your Adam's apple?"

The author has something to say:

Ye Yanzhi: (finding out his mobile phone) I want to pay the count.

The earl who made wedding clothes: ...? ? ? ? ?