Zhan Lu was sitting alone in the room for a long time. This room was originally owned by Mrs. Aji, but she wasn't here. She has always been elusive, and even more so for a while, I don't know when she seems to have quietly disappeared.

Zhan Lu asked Ming Yijun why Ah Zhen never came back. Ming Yijun said that she was currently at a critical moment in her cultivation. In winter, the moon shines on the snow on the mountain, reflecting the snow. Cultivating in the moonlight and snow light is the best for a spiritual creature like Ah Zhen. Now is the most suitable time for her to cultivate, and when she breaks through this bottleneck and achieves great cultivation, she can also be the master of a mountain.

Because Ming Yijun is always here, even if Ah Zhen is not there, Zhan Lu doesn't feel so lonely. Mrs. A's room is already full of Zhan Lu's things, and this room is almost completely Zhan Lu's.

Zhan Lu sat here, upset.

Although she is not very old, she has experienced many ups and downs since she was a child: her parents died, her sense of taste disappeared, and the liquor store faced bankruptcy before, which was a great crisis. All these things were very difficult when they first happened, but in the end, they all survived, so they didn't really add much trouble to her. However, since she met Ming Yijun, her troubles have increased thousands of times, and they are simply endless.

If you simply abandon the liquor store and go away, you may be able to get rid of this trouble. But Zhan Lu really didn't want to do that.

Perhaps this kind of trouble can be regarded as a kind of growth price. If you avoid it in order to avoid it, you will inevitably take it too seriously.

She was sitting here, but when she saw Ming Yijun coming over drunk, looking at her, a smile suddenly bloomed on her face. The smile was bright.

When Zhan Lu saw that his face was like a peach blossom, he knew that he was drunk again. This gluttony is clearly still a famous beast, he was originally famous for his likes to eat and drink, but the amount of alcohol is so poor, compared to ordinary people, it is not much stronger.

He likes to drink the most, and he refuses to sleep obediently after drinking, and always comes to trouble her. Zhan Lu frowned slightly when she thought of this.

Although Ming Yijun was a little drunk, his five senses were still keen. When he saw Zhan Lu frowning, he staggered over to her, and grinned and stretched out his fingers to smooth out the wrinkles between her eyebrows:

"It's not good to be young and frowning all the time. ”

His fingers were cold, and Zhan Lu was suddenly nodded by him, and she shivered coldly.

She shook her head, reached out to remove his mischievous hand, and asked:

"The guest is gone?"

He held her hand and didn't let her make trouble, but still stretched out his finger to scribble on her face, and opened his mouth to answer:

"I told him to go to the inn in the county to live, which is small and can't accommodate so many people. ”

Hearing that the terrifying Devourer Jun was gone, Zhan Lu was relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ming Yijun looked at her like that and chuckled:

"Why, are you afraid of him?"

Zhan Lu hesitated and nodded.

Ming Yijun laughed loudly, as if he had never heard anything more ridiculous than this.

He bent down, pressed his forehead to hers, and put his hand next to her cheek, so that she could see the tooth marks left on the back of her hand:

"I'm just the same as him, it's no different. Are you so afraid of him, but not me?"

He was so close to her, even when he was drunk, he still had a strong sense of oppression on his body, and she couldn't breathe properly. Even if she breathed, she could smell the smell of alcohol on his body, and Zhan Lu felt that she was going to get drunk just like that.

She could not answer him, but he said to himself:

"You have drunk my blood, do you know that since I was born, there has never been a creature who has drunk my blood?"

Zhan Lu's heart jumped.

It seems that the devouring gentleman has said something before. Biting him and drinking his blood seems to be a very strict thing?

She trembled a little, and asked him:

"Huh, what happens if I drink your blood?"

He laughed again:

"Didn't I say that no living beings had ever drunk it? ”

Since he said so, maybe it didn't matter. Zhan Lu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but heard Ming Yijun say again:

That being said...... Some small effects...... I'm afraid there will still be. The smell of human beings is not heavy, and if you drink my blood, I am afraid that from now on, your body will be stained with my smell, and it will not be dispersed for decades. During this time, the beasts who love to judge things in front of them with their sense of smell are afraid that they will take you for me. Besides, my blood power is too strong, you are just an ordinary mortal, and if you drink my blood, I am afraid that you will be uncomfortable for several days. Anyway, this is a punishment for you, and you always have to bite indiscriminately. ”

He was a little unclear, and Zhan Lu didn't quite understand what he meant by this. Just nodded confusedly.

Ming Yijun said, hugged her shoulders with both hands, and sniffed lightly with his nose around her neck:

"At this time, you are covered in the smell of my blood, and it smells pleasant, but it is not as delicious as usual. ”

He said this with some regret in his tone.

Zhan Lu was hugged tightly by him, and it became more and more difficult to breathe. She struggled a few times, but where could she break free? His strength was great.

He was a little drunk, and he smelled her smell of his, and he only felt indescribably relieved. During this time, he stayed here, and although he encountered a little trouble, he did not pose much of a threat to him. However, he was aware of his situation, and his heart was always uneasy. At this time, when I smelled such a familiar breath, my mind settled down, and I only felt that drunkenness came up, pressed her to the bed, and fell asleep.

Zhan Lu was still struggling, but suddenly realized that the person holding her was breathing steadily and had fallen asleep, and somehow, she suddenly felt pity.

It was pity, not anything else, as if the kind of pity that came out of her heart when she had just met him and thought he was lonely.

In fact...... He was like this now, and she thought at the time...... There wasn't much difference either.

Let him sleep.