As soon as he saw his father, Kurosawa's body immediately straightened, and he looked at Fan Zhuo with a puzzled pout, and just when he wanted to treat him with etiquette, Fan Zhuo glanced at him, and then turned around and walked back. www.biquge.infoNeedless to say, Kurosawa was puzzled, but silently followed.

As he left, he reluctantly watched the noisy ball game on the TV screen, but despite this, he still followed Fan Zhuo obediently.

From behind, you can see Fanzhuo's striking pure white hair, but his father seems to have changed the color of his eyes to black in order not to attract attention, even so, his handsome and serious appearance and pure white hair still succeeded in attracting passers-by to whisper.

Soon he walked out of the tram station with Fan Zhuo, seeing that Fan Zhuo did not mean to stop, looking back to see that he was getting farther and farther away from the tram stop, Kurosawa Yi took out his mobile phone, carefully looked at Fan Zhuo's back, and saw that Fan Zhuo did not react, and quickly sent a text message to Gray Yuanai, and immediately put the mobile phone into his pocket after sending.

Clueless, he followed Fan Zhuo all the way to the door of a storefront, Kurosawa Yi looked at the store suspiciously, there was no signboard, he couldn't see what it was doing, and it was closed with an iron door. Fan Zhuo stopped at the door, pulled lightly, and opened the iron door, is it unlocked? Fanzhuo's back was in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.

The two walked into the store, snapped on the light, and could see rows of CDs placed inside, it turned out that this was a place to sell records, and with a bang, Kurosawa Yi turned his head, and it was the sound of Fan Zhuo closing the door. Van Zhuo looked down at him, but Kurosawa Yi could not see any emotion in his eyes, but his father had always had such an expression, and he was used to it.

He didn't understand the point of his father asking him to come here, but he chose not to ask. He followed Fan Zhuo into another room in the store. It was pitch black, there were no tools to illuminate, it was empty, and in the center there was a table and two chairs, and that was all there was in the room.

Fan Zhuo took off his coat, put it on the back of the chair, and sat down with a casual pull. Kurosawa Yi stood aside and didn't dare to move, he saw Fan Zhuo's eyes gradually reddening, returning to their most primitive form, and the two could see each other clearly in a pitch black environment.

Fan Zhuo's eyes were staring at the desktop, there were no waves in his eyes, his pupils were not focused, and his eyes were empty.

"Father......" Kurosawa Yi called out to Fan Zhuo in a low voice, and for a moment, Fan Zhuo stretched out his slender fingers and pointed to the empty chair.

Listening to the instructions, Kurosawa sat opposite Van Zhuo, his hips only taking up a third of the chair, and his waist was straight, not leaning on the back of the chair.

He never glanced at him, and the wooden table top seemed to be carved with flowers, which Fan Zhuo admired intently, perhaps he liked this kind of log.

"Who made you the way you are?"

Because Fan Zhuo didn't say a word from beginning to end, the sudden question made Kurosawa Yi shake, breathe slowly, and in the face of Fan Zhuo's aura, he had palpitations.

Haight ......

"Found a donor?"

Without pausing, Fan Zhuo asked the next question.

"Found ......"

"What stage?"

"Like...... In the end. ”

"Are you still alive, donor?"

"Alive......"

The question came like a bombardment, and Kurosawa Yi cheered up, faintly uneasy, and did not dare to slack off. All these things can be found out immediately as long as they are checked, but Fan Zhuo chose to come directly to him and ask directly.

There is no impression of a father and son sitting face to face in front of Kurosawa like this. Although the situation is like torture now, it can't stop Kurosawa's inexplicable joy in his heart, and the joy washes away the uneasiness. Even after kicking him out of the family, Kurosawa always revered his father.

Fan Zhuo stopped asking, his eyes empty, as if thinking. The child who was afraid of himself in front of him was his eighteen-year-old son, looking at his son's childish appearance, frowning and staring, it was really unseemly.

"Complete the blood exchange, kill the blood donor, and return to the family."

Still looking forward to his father having more communication with him, Kurosawa Yi's face stiffened when he heard this, and his heartbeat seemed to have stopped for half a beat, as if his heart was controlled by a demon, and he was very depressed.

"Impossible."

Kurosawa, who was originally very respectful, had a somewhat ugly face. His expression instantly became cold, his red eyes stared at his father, and disobedient words blurted out.

Fan Zhuo closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard a response, and the two sword eyebrows converged inward.

"Complete the exchange of blood, kill the donor, and come back."

He succinctly repeated what he had just said, and looked at Kurosawa Yi with a blue face and angry eyes, and gave you another chance.

This time, Kurosawa didn't answer, and he asked another question.

"What about Kurosawa?"

For the younger son to call the eldest son's name, he didn't show anything, for the younger son's question, his eyes flashed with questions, how can such a ridiculous question be asked?

"You, Asama, come back."

The patience that didn't exist was completely exhausted at this moment, and Fan Zhuo stood up and looked at Kurosawa Yi with absolute condescension.

Seeing his father stand up, Kurosawa Yi subconsciously stood up, gritting his teeth, he loved his father, but it didn't mean that his father could make decisions for him, since he was a child, and he grew up.

Seeing the unyielding and angry in Kurosawa's eyes, Fan Zhuo flipped the table, raised his foot and kicked Kurosawa down fiercely, without mercy.

With a muffled snort, Kurosawa was kicked to the ground, clutching his abdomen and bowing his head silently.

"Kill the blood donor."

With a wave of his hands, he neatly cut through his clothes, cut through his skin, and bright red blood seeped out, Kurosawa Yi gasped, closed his eyes tightly, and crossed his hands against his head, looking like he was being slaughtered.

Fan Zhuo was not polite to him, seeing that he was still like this, knowing that this little ghost who was less than one meter five was his stubborn son, he snorted coldly and smashed it down with a punch.

He wasn't going to ask, knowing that this guy would never agree, so his fist crackled like raindrops on Kurosawa's body, Kurosawa Yi bent over, holding his head, and he didn't say a word except for a muffled snort in pain.

This one-sided beating lasted for nearly half an hour, and Fan Zhuo took a deep breath and was tired. Stand up and shake your hands.

"Get up."

Half-sounded, Kurosawa Yi stood up slowly, but at the moment of bending over, he was kicked by Fan Zhuo again, holding his abdomen and taking two steps back, because his lungs were squeezed and he couldn't breathe for a moment, Kurosawa Yi coughed twice.

Frowning, his eyes revealing disappointment, Fan Zhuo was extremely disappointed in his zombie-like posture.

"It's so weak."

His father's merciless words instantly scratched his heart, and Kurosawa Yi replied with a gloomy expression. Sharp teeth bit the corners of his lips, and he was about to be beaten up for stubborn opposition, but because of these two words, he became angry.

"Recognize the bloodline on your body, don't insult it."

Seeing Kurosawa Yi react, Fan Zhuo began to attack him more sharply, and every arc of his fingertips would bring out a trace of blood, but this time Kurosawa Yi was no longer dying, and his thin body followed his anger and hit his father with his fist, even if it was scarred.

Easily blocked all of Kurosawa's attacks with offense and defense, and a rare smile appeared on his serious and stiff face.

"After you successfully exchange blood, I will kill your blood donor. And you, must come back. ”