When night fell, Ranster rarely came back from foraging for food as fast as he could, and stood in front of another window according to his memory, sitting on the street lamp on the side and thinking about life.

James, who had also returned from foraging, was startled when he saw him, and before he could come back to his senses, he heard a ghostly voice ask, "How did you coax your container when it was angry?" ”

He asked this question with a particularly sad question, and with a sigh.

The main thing is that Jing Hao has always ignored him since he came back last time, and he has more time to sleep every day than before, and sometimes he looks like he didn't see him, and the play is a little more real than when he knew his storage before but didn't say it.

And lately, the shapes he saw were getting blurred day by day, and the corners and corners had changed from sharp lines to zigzag and winding curves, blurred as if they could disappear at any moment.

He was a little indignant when he thought about it, "It is simply ...... to dare to treat a noble blood clan like this."

When the words came to his lips, he stopped again, glanced at James, who was standing a little dumbfounded, and put on a broad-minded look, "Forget it, for the sake of her noble blood, I will barely tolerate it." ”

You don't look reluctant.

James swallowed the sentence back in a timely manner, looked at Ranster in front of him for an answer, and then at the sleeping man in the window, his voice a little muffled, "But she is never angry with me." ”

As soon as the words came out, he saw Lancet's instantly murderous face, and immediately changed the conversation smartly, "Otherwise, let's go out and see how the containers are appeased?" ”

According to the customs of the blood clan, at this time, it is good to fight only once, at most, let her fight enough, anyway, she generally can't die.

Just now...... Knock your hands, right?

While he was thinking about it, he looked at Lancet, who was going to do what he said in front of him, and hesitantly asked a question that he wanted to ask before, "Father, haven't you thought about transforming her?" ”

Human life is too short and fragile, and in the face of the strong and eternal vitality of the blood clan, they sometimes cannot even stir up a wave, but for the truly precious people, these transiences are not liberation, but deeper and longer loneliness.

Moreover, even if emotions are eternal for the blood clan, not having the person to deliver to them around will only add to the sadness.

"Transform her?" Lancet repeated it, realizing that he had never thought of it before, and he asked rhetorically, "Why convert her?" ”

After asking, his mind automatically appeared the back of her in the sun that he saw that day, stretched out piece by piece, as if to spread to his feet, as well as her look at the sunlight in the gap between the curtains at home, and the smiling face of looking back at him after pulling it up.

Without waiting for James to answer, he had already given his own answer, "I don't convert her." ”

A life with only darkness and no sunlight is not suitable for warm and warm people.

Instead of letting her accompany him, it is better to let him accompany her. He can still have memories for a short time, but for a long time, he can only give her darkness.

Tsk, the noble blood clan is so reasonable and well-understood.

Ranster praised himself in his heart, and felt that if the little container knew that he thought so much about her, he would definitely be moved to tears.

Hey, the emotions of the small container are so rich.

When Jing Hao woke up again, her eyes were already blurry, and everything could only be seen as a shadowy outline, she reached out and touched the quilt, and the touch was also blurry and not very clear, as if someone had covered everything she touched with a film, and there was no more delicate touch.

All her senses were degrading.

Sitting quietly on the bed, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seems that the curse that Elder Nick said before is really a curse.

The atmosphere in the room was a little oppressive for a moment.

Lenster, who had rarely come in with graceful steps, looked at her suspiciously, and found that she did not have the slightest intention of moving her eyes to him, and frowned a little dissatisfiedly, and just as the words on his lips were about to come out, he thought of what the arrogant containers had told him before, and coughed vigorously with a dark face.

Jing Hao turned her head when she heard a faint voice, saw a vague figure standing in the doorway, and judged who was coming.

"Lancet, are you going to bed?" As she spoke, she wanted to turn her head to look at the alarm clock on the bedtable, but the thin hands had long been blurred in her sight, and there was no exact time.

Jing Hao turned around casually, got out of bed and put on his shoes, walked to the cabinet according to the steps he had just counted a few days ago, took out his quilt, and turned around to make it on the bed.

Standing by the door, Lanster looked at her and didn't pay attention to him at all, just doing things, and the anger that he had endured for a few days finally broke out in an instant, and he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, and the excessive force directly strangled her wrist with a circle of blue and white marks.

Lancet looked down and saw that her hand was held a little bloodlessly, and the slightly deviated position happened to be the bruise that she had not subsided from the last time she was held, he cursed and let go of his hand, slowing down his strength and pulling her sleeve, "When have you ever seen me sleeping in the afternoon?" ”

He snapped his fingers in the direction of the doorway, and several blood bats immediately flew over with flashing wings, their thin paws grappling a can of beer and trying to place it at Ranster's feet, and waving their little wings to fold them neatly.

Lancet turned around and took a can, coughed a little embarrassedly, and effortlessly opened the tab and stuffed it into Jing Hao's hand, "You drink." ”

His first word was still a little fierce, and the latter word seemed to realize something, softening quickly, and subtly bringing a bit of a taste of compromise.

Jing couldn't see his expression clearly, but when she heard this tone combined with his recent expression, she could only explain helplessly, "I'm not angry with you, and I'm not unhappy, don't pull me," she thought out a word, "Drink to drown your sorrows." ”

Ranster, who was said to be in the middle of his thoughts, was a little annoyed, and he directly cut the top of the can with his sharp nails, and threatened her with a creaking sound, "Let you drink it." ”

As he spoke, he strongly agreed with what the men had said to him yesterday, and that human women were sometimes duplicitous, even his clever and beautiful little container.

Obviously in a bad mood that he couldn't even see the shape clearly, but he still had to say that he was not unhappy.

While he was discussing, he looked at Jing Hao, who was drinking obediently, and snorted softly with his nose, seeing that his small container was so well-behaved, and he said just now that he was not unhappy must be to appease him, not some duplicity.

In a better mood, he raised the jug to his lips and took a sip, feeling that the taste seemed to be quite acceptable, so he couldn't help but take a big sip.

When Jing Hao drank half a can in silence and looked down, he only saw dozens of beer cans rolling on the ground, and a few vague figures, who were instructed to bring the cans again.

Her shoulders suddenly heavily, leaned against a warm head, rubbed a few times between her neck, and her originally clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and kept moving, until they came to her ear, and then began to speak indistinctly, muttering words that were incomprehensible.

Perhaps sensing the temperature that was close at hand, he opened his lips slightly, and directly took the source of the temperature in his mouth, his sharp fangs curled up without showing it, and only rubbed it with his soft but cold lips, and honestly expressed his feelings.

"It's so comfortable.".

When the noble Prince of Blood woke up in the morning and found himself lying on the dirty ground, he almost couldn't help but lift the roof, and held in his stomach a pile of enough words to be used as a dictionary, weighing the many centuries of swear words he had stored, and before he could curse, he suddenly thought of the last scene before he was drunk.

The fragrant scent, the soft touch, linger no more.

He was like a cannon with the muzzle blocked, and the bomb that was about to explode was blocked in his throat and eyes, and his face was red, but he couldn't swallow or spit it out, and he choked on somewhere.

After holding it for a long time, he finally exploded by itself, like a bomb, jumped out of the window, and the curtain that he brought up was flying with his strength, and he lost the company of the glass, and swayed alone.

Jing Hao was woken up by his movements, looked up at the bright sun outside the window, and before he could react, he pounced, anxiously looking for his traces.

It's just that she just stood by the window, and she was hit by the person who fled back in a hurry, and was hugged by two tightened arms in a hard embrace, and the force was too great to hit her nose.

Before she could react from the sharp pain, Lancet lifted her out of his arms, and put his hands under her armpits, like holding a child who couldn't walk, holding her to his eye level.

The two pairs of eyes stared at each other in a daze.

Jing Hao's blurred vision couldn't see his expression clearly, and he was about to say something to mediate the inexplicably tense atmosphere, but Lenster had already said in surprise, "Marry me, I'll be responsible." ”

He tensed so as not to show any embarrassment, and repeated what he had just said again, "Marry me now, and I'll let someone prepare for the wedding immediately." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted someone to do it immediately, but before he let go, he remembered something more important, and almost at the moment when that thought came to him, two sharp fangs appeared on his lips, and he tried his best to suppress his thoughts, and asked her opinion, "I want to transform you." ”

He glanced at Jing Hao, who was a little stunned, and explained in a rare gentle tone, "Your life is too short, we have to be together all the time." ”

When he said this, he almost blurted it out, and when he looked at Jing Hao's expression, he remembered what he had just said to James not long ago, and suddenly he was a little afraid.

As he himself said, as a blood clan, he has to endure darkness while enjoying eternal life, which is undoubtedly an eternal torture for those who love light.

But after he could think about her openly and decides to take responsibility for his actions last night, he suddenly reverses his old self.

Without the sun, he can give her stars.

Even if tens of thousands of stars are not enough, there is one more precious than the sun and stars.

Feeling that the weight he had given had been heavier than the ethereal light, Ranster suddenly calmed down a lot, and confidently waited for Jing Hao to give an affirmative answer.

If you're not sure, then force her to be sure.

The dignified Prince of the Blood Clan, if the marriage proposal was rejected, it would be a big joke.

He waited patiently, and finally reacted Jing Hao licked his dry lips, and slowly spit out a sentence, "You can't transform me." ”

Her beautiful eyes looked at him, but they seemed to have no focus, and even the smile that once amazed him at the corner of her mouth was covered with a layer of gray color at this time.

In silence, she repeated the words again.

"I'm cursed, you can't transform me."