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The tip of his tongue was frantically entwined and sucked, and the ancilla's immense force pressed Fred to the ground until Fred's tongue was numb to the point of being unconscious. The excitement and shiver of the vampire's saliva slid down his veins and esophagus, mixing with the alcohol in his blood, making Fred's brain dizzy.

- This damn vampire!

Fred's lower abdomen trembled, lust spread down the tip of his tongue, every vein swelled with his heartbeat, and his stiff lower body almost made him lose his mind. The other party bit out three or four wounds on his tongue, and he was still not satisfied. The ancilla then bit his swollen lower lip, slowly sucking up his blood at a rate that even Fred was a little broken.

Ancilla had already set up the place like a benchmark and kept rubbing Fred's waist all the time, Fred tried to attack the other party with mental tentacles, but the opponent's violent emotions and aggressive barriers completely blocked him-

Completely controlled by his appetite, Ancilla tore open Fred's sturdy blouse with his sharp nails, barely perceiving the presence of his own lips as the other's lips left Fred's. The tongue and mouth were hot, and blood and saliva were mixed together and dragged into a thin line. All the way down his throat.

The unconventional vampire just licked the side of his throat in a repressive and threatening manner, but didn't bite down. His breath sprayed on Fred's chin, causing Fred to gasp hard, not daring to move. It was as if he was being pressed by a giant bear that could bite him to death at any moment.

- But a bear would never be in heat with a person.

The other party's sharp fangs went all the way down, only scratching a few marks on Fred's chest, but it was the sharp nails that made Fred feel a deep pain every time he moved. The disguised vampire finally stopped at Fred's lower abdomen.

- Hell.

Fred gasped, his eyes widened and he flung his gaze from Ancilla's almost monstrous face to the ceiling, his pupils constricting and dilating.

The sentinel named Kenthal, the damn cunning vampire, the ungrateful bastard, was biting his organs like popsicles. Little by little, not light, not heavy......

Fred's rich experience tells him that when vampires suck human blood, they often inject enough "venom" into the food, which is like morphine and hemp, which can cause the victim to have a high orgasm at any time. Unless it's an E-class vampire who is hungry and has lost all his mind and just wants to eat. Then they will bite off the neck of their prey as soon as they come up.

And this vampire with a rusty brain actually bit him that place......

666, who was originally worried, turned over miserably and rolled into the bottom of the **. He thought Giakoco was too ruthless. Even a martyr who dares to give up an arm in order to kill a vampire will not be willing to give up his dick, you see Fred's face is about to distort......

Fred, whose face was distorted, finally ejaculated under the impetus of intense excitement. The distraught vampire licked his lips stained with two liquids and glanced at the guide with bright red eyes. He lifted the guide's right leg up, and the tip of his bright red tongue licked the inner thigh of the other man, as if thinking about where to go. Panting, Fred finally grabbed a handful of silver hidden in the pile of clothes. But the crux was next to the vampire's fangs, and his hand tried to lift it several times, but it never did.

The vampire jerked his shoulders to the ground, sharp nails poking holes in the floor below, and once again the vampire pounced on Fred's lips, and Fred tasted the rich smell of blood and his own bodily fluids from his mouth...... Then, the vampire, whose lust and appetite are inseparable, squeezed his third leg that had been erect into Fred's body.

- God hell!

Fred's body was pushed upwards, and there was a "thump" on the wooden cabinet behind him, and the vampire didn't care about his feelings, his fangs pressed menacingly against Fred's throat, making Fred's mouth open and swallowing his own oozing blood, but the vampire's cold body became a little hot at this time. The imp named Kenthal, after tearing apart a part of Fred's precious and powerful guide, thrust in so hard that Fred's head slammed into the wooden cabinet with another "thump......

--(Pull a lamp to make up for it)--

[Dear Sister Sylary,

Thank you for your continued care. I had to leave to find the vampire who killed my lover. That's my life's work and my only purpose. By the time you read this letter, I am sure I am gone, and I do not want to say goodbye to avoid excessive sadness. Mr. Fred the Vampire Hunter will bid you farewell for me, and I think you will be happy to take care of him for a while, keeping this little attic for him and me. Because the esteemed Mr. Fred has been so tired lately, he often comes to me to rest. Your kindness and generosity have given me and him another home.

I will always keep my gratitude and love for you in my heart.

Love you

Kental Inovich]

Fred nearly tore the letter in his hand. He forced himself to put down the letter. Mr. and Mrs. Cyrary are just a normal couple, they don't know that Kental is a vampire, and that the imp has only recently earned a certificate as a vampire hunter.

When Fred thought of this, a bruise appeared on his forehead. He had always been suspicious of Kenthal, and supporting him to become a vampire hunter was just a fishing strategy, but he didn't expect that he would be counter-targeted for fishing law enforcement. He, one of the Empire's finest vampire hunters, was first embraced by an ancilla who had been in his arms for less than a year-

It was the worst defeat Fred had ever experienced.

There was a knock at the door, and Cylary's voice rang outside: "Kenthal? Kenthal, did you get up**? Two hunter gentlemen came to the church......"

Fred quickly stuffed the mess into Kenthal's closet and retrieved a cloak from his closet. The pain of the tear in the back and the bulging bag in the back of his head made him clench his fists through gritted teeth. He quickly opened the window, letting the smell of blood dissipate from the room, and then wrapped himself tightly and jumped out of the attic.

When Hilari opened the door, she found no one in the room.

With her five senses keen, she almost immediately smelled a strange smell in the air, and then she saw the letter placed on the messy **.

"Fred?!" Cinary couldn't help but scream.

Two vampire hunters standing in the doorway are waiting for the hostess to invite their new members down. One of them was Cui Li, who had been drinking last night, and Cui Li was stunned as soon as he picked up the teacup. He patted the hunter next to him and said in astonishment, "Is that Fred?" ”

The flashing faces outside the house were not caught by the second hunter, but Triri had an excited smile on his face. "He's wearing that little guy's cloak! God, are they progressing so fast?! ”

-

Giaco, who was crouching on the garbage can, looked melancholy at the rats in front of him.

What could be worse than him being a vampire hunter?

He felt a pang of fear when he woke up at night to find himself holding a vampire hunter in his arms. What frightened him even more was that his little brother was still in the other party's body.

He, actually, slept one, a vampire hunter.

666 comforted him on the sidelines:

"You think biting a vampire hunter's neck and biting his dick, that's a little more serious?" Giacco said solemnly.

666 stopped talking.

The vampire's saliva has a certain hallucinogenic ability, as well as a certain anesthetic ability, and when Giacco was so frightened that he almost jumped up, he didn't wake up the vampire hunter who was stunned by him. He packed all his important things as quickly as he could, and finally hesitated for a moment, and put the naked hunter on the ** and covered it with a quilt.

- At least Sister Sylar, who likes to open the door at will, won't open the door and see a naked idol covered in traces of lust lying in front of her.

Fred must have woken up by now. Giako thought melancholy. He annoyed □□. I wonder if Fred will tear down the attic when he wakes up.

But it was all Fred's own doing. He would have been able to find new food in no time, and if it weren't for Fred's constant staring at him and leaving him with no chance to eat, he wouldn't have been so hungry that he lost his mind.

Jaco has left District 7. He fears that all the vampire hunters in District Seven will encircle him in order to avenge their only guide, the Hunter.

Of course, if Fred hadn't reported it to the Vampire Hunter Society for the sake of his face, he might have been able to get away with it for a while.

Giacco sighed as he landed on the ground and tossed the bread in his hand to the rats in the trash can.

Fred's blood was of such a high quality, unusually high, that Jaco still feels a little nostalgic in retrospect.

And this time the blood also allowed Jaco to finally gain his ability - trust.

This is not a very rare ability, many vampires have similar effects due to their excellent appearance, but Jaco realizes that his abilities are somewhat different. He can even make people believe in him and think according to his will through suggestive actions – like the letter.

Jaco looked at the sun in the sky. Since drinking Fred's blood, I don't know if it's a delusion, he's not so afraid of the sun anymore. But it's not good to be in the sun.

Giacco thought so and walked out of the city. He had to find a marquis...... At least a marquis. He could feel his emotions getting more and more out of control. He's got to get some high-ranking vampire blood......