The night was as dark as ink, the crescent moon hanging in the sky was obscured by the boundless dark clouds, and in the silent forest, the tall and heavy trees swayed with the wind, and the rustling sound covered the □□ before the end of life, bringing even more panic.

Under the tall cedar trees, the smell of blood continued to spread, but the ubiquitous birds and beasts disappeared under the thick smell of blood, and the place without a single sound of breathing was as quiet as a sacred place that had never been discovered.

After a moment of silence, there were several suppressed □□ from under the tree, and the man with half of his face covered in blood struggled to raise his head, looking at the person standing a few steps away, indifferently looking at the qiē happening in front of him, the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of sarcasm.

"Three generations of blood clans, the most noble prince, even tracking people have to bring a group of lackeys, it will really give us face."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man standing on the left kicked him in the waist, and the huge force directly caused him to slam into a large tree a few steps away, and the thick trunk fell in response to the sudden force.

As soon as the man who had been hit hard again wanted to stand up, a black shadow had already arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, and the coercion of his strength was directly suppressed so that he couldn't even move a single inch when he lay on the ground.

"Give you face?" Lancet tapped the chin of the man on the ground with his toes, and suddenly turned the direction and stepped on it, and the sound of "click" came, and the man's mouth opened, and there were several sharp fangs in the blood foam that spat out.

"Heh, it's really to give you face, otherwise you still need me to come in person?"

Randster retracted his feet, looked at the few people lying on the ground, looked up at the sky that had stopped the rain and was about to clear, flicked the raindrops that fell on his fingertips, and frowned in disgust, "Break their hands and feet, tie them here and wait for the sun to rise." ”

Wait for the sun to rise.

The sun represents new hope, but for them it is ruin.

After the night, the light comes, and eternal life is not there.

Ashes.

The few people who still had a clear consciousness turned pale in an instant, but before they could say a word, the few people who heard the order quickly took action, and in the blink of an eye, there was a continuous clicking sound, and in order to prevent their wounds from healing on their own, wooden sticks were even inserted into their broken hands and feet.

After dealing with this group of rebels, Lancet looked at the sky that was about to light up, and was inexplicably a little irritable.

These people are too cunning, from the time they learned of their whereabouts to the time they tracked down, it took his men more than a day, plus the time they were dealing with now and before, it had already taken three days.

Three days was a short time for the Bloodline, but his patience had always been lacking, and three days was the deadline for delay.

Several Bloodclans standing behind him looked at his face with a little fear, and after looking at each other for a while, they immediately pushed one of the handsome Bloodclans out in unison.

James glanced at the group of bloods, his indignant eyes were a little dissatisfied, and every time Lancet pushed him out to be angry, he didn't know whether he was a beginner or a shield.

However, the blood clan dared to push out one of the only remaining three generations of the first supporter of the blood clan, that is, he took a fancy to his easy-to-talk and irrepressible curiosity about anything.

After glaring at him to no avail, he still touched his nose and walked a step behind Rant, his voice still a little tense, "Father, do you want to go back to Lante City later?" ”

There was silence.

Lancet was clearly struggling with something, and after a while it seemed like he had compromised something, and sped away in a certain direction.

The few Bloods who were left in place were a little dumbfounded, not knowing whether to follow him in the direction or to go home automatically, and were hesitating, but Lancet, who had gone far before, came back in the blink of an eye and motioned to James, "Follow me." ”

James, who had been hand-picked, instantly grimaced, followed with a bitter face on the gloating expressions of the others.

He was thinking about whether he had made any mistakes in his position recently, so that he would admit his mistake later, but before he could come up with a reason, he almost couldn't stop his inertia and directly bumped into Lancet, who had stopped in front of him.

Stopping his movements in a hurry, he subconsciously glanced at the place where he was, but found that this should be a place where humans live, and the quiet corridor did not turn on the sensor lights because of their appearance, but the sunlight outside the window at the corner gradually rose.

James looked at the open door in front of him, and several blood bats that could only be used after the prince's grade poked their heads out of the door, and there was obviously a sense of drowsiness in his misty eyes, because the master in front of him had not moved for a long time, and he was about to fall asleep again while napping.

"What do you think," Ranster said suddenly, and the little bat, who was napping in fright, fell to the ground one by one, and he turned to look at James with some uncertainty in his eyes, "what will happen to you when you go back to your pet without saying goodbye to her?" ”

At that time, things happened in a hurry, he didn't even give a word when he came out of Jinghao's house, he didn't feel anything, but when he wanted to come back, he was inexplicably a little weak, and after thinking about it, he still pulled James in.

Well, he remembered that James liked to keep some pets when he was first converted, and although the small container can't be fully classified as a pet, it should be similar in nature, right?

James was suddenly asked such a strange question, and after searching in his memory for a while, he remembered the food he raised many years ago, when he was not used to sucking human blood, so he could only try his hand with animal blood first, although it was said to be food, but it should be similar to pets, right?

As a result, the two "almost" people understood each other's meaning quite harmoniously.

James finally remembered a memory, and gave a very sincere answer, "If you are not at home for three days, you should almost starve to death." ”

Just like the sika deer he raised before, when he went back and saw that it was dying, he simply drank its blood.

After checking the contents of his memory, James nodded affirmatively.

Then he saw Ranster's face darken instantly, and before he could react, a sudden kick caused him to roll down several flights of stairs in a daze, accompanied by a crisp sound of the door closing.

James had barely recovered the strength of that kick and finally got up from the ground, when a door was opened beside him, and in the dim light appeared the face of a woman, dazed and sleepy, as if startled by his voice.

He sat on the ground wolfly, covered in dust, but looked at the person in front of him and forgot to react.

Jing Hao didn't sleep soundly, and she woke up when she felt someone hold her wrist, but the hand on her wrist was so cold that it didn't seem to have any temperature, and it didn't feel like a human hand.

She hesitated for a moment and did not move, calming her nerves and body that had suddenly tensed, breathing slowly and pretending to be still asleep.

Then I felt that the other wrist that was lying on it was also held, and it was crossed on her stomach, and the leg that was slightly curled up was also flattened by the cold wrist through the quilt.

A low, dissatisfied and disgusted murmur sounded in the silent room, "I can't teach the sleeping posture well after so many days, it's simply ruining the IQ of the noble blood clan." ”

Noble Bloodline......

Jing Hao opened her eyes, just in time to meet a pair of eyes staring at her, before she could react, Lanster who was looking at her immediately took a few steps back, and immediately stopped after realizing what she had done, and looked at her with a standard blood noble face.

"You actually pretended to be asleep to deceive the noble bloodline!"

As soon as the words came out, he changed his words and grasped another important point, "You can't even guarantee a standard sleeping position when you're awake!" ”

Quiet, "......"

She recalled the sleeping position that Leinster had just put her in and asked a sincere question, "Why is this sleeping position a standard sleeping position?" ”

It stands to reason that sleeping on the right side is the healthiest sleeping position, but for the blood clan, they don't have the problem of internal organ oppression at all, so naturally they don't need to consider the sleeping position, but the problem is that Lenster has always had a weird insistence on her sleeping posture, and the number of corrections feels like he knows a lot through the quilt just now.

Lancet pondered her question and gave the answer neatly, "Because this is my usual sleeping position, it is naturally the most standard sleeping position," he looked at Jing Hao, and there was a kind of suppressed pride in his expression, "As an immortal noble blood clan, what we inherit and represent is not something you can imagine. ”

He looked at Jing's good expression, hesitated for a moment or awkwardly comforted, "But you don't have to be too sad, after all, you are a noble ...... now"

He originally wanted to say "noble blood", but for some reason he stopped here, and after thinking about it, he just changed his words and wanted to say, "Noble my little container," Jing Hao interrupted him.

"You're used to sleeping like this," Jing Hao paused, looking at Lenster's expression, and asked the latter words slowly but sincerely, "Are you sure it's because the coffin is too small and too hard, so you can only stick to this sleeping position?" ”

Ranster instinctively retorted, but saw two shallow handprints left on the bed where she was holding her hands, which were extremely soft to look at.

He was about to insist on opposing it, and slapped the bed quietly, "If you don't believe it, you can just come up and sleep by yourself." ”

Lancet finally found a point to refute, and his expression instantly changed from previous frustration to complacency, "The bed of the container, you think this is something that the noble blood clan will covet?" ”

Jing Hao nodded and changed to another topic, "I remember that you left for three days, and when you left, you still didn't say goodbye, why did you come back now?" ”

She was also worried about this problem, but the group of small bats on the door never left, and invisibly revealed some signals to her.

Lanster, "......"

He glanced at the rising sun outside the window, and immediately threw himself on the bed that Jing had just gotten up, and tried his best to make a helpless appearance while lying down, "Heh, the noble blood clan is ready to rest, so I will requisition your bed if it is difficult." ”

With that, he turned around, squinting and rubbing against the soft futon.

Well, this □□ thing is really comfortable to sleep on.