When they first came, they were always curious, but after a few days, they became accustomed to Zuo Yang's existence, and from time to time they would look at Zuo Yang, who was unusually quiet. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zuo Yang leaned against the side of the iron cage and closed his eyes to recuperate.

At first, she was a little uncomfortable with the three of them's gaze, but then she went with them. At this moment, Zuo Yang leaned quietly to the side, ignoring the gazes that stayed on his side from time to time.

Sometimes they roar in oppression, and let out a low howl in the middle of the night. Sometimes they also sit down and make small talk with each other.

Maybe at first she didn't understand why she was being caught, and why they were being caught, but after a while she knew.

The three boys here were all nobles with noble blood, and the boy with the weakest constitution was the lowest of the four of them, but he was also a marquis.

For such a long time, through simple exchanges and the few words that came from the vampires who came to take them away, Zuo Yang had already roughly known the quality of the abilities of the other two boys.

They were all born into a large family of noble blood, and their status was second only to the prince of the clan, and the family's inheritance of them as dukes had long been sealed in their bodies, just for them to be able to break through the prohibition one day to inherit all.

But why, on earth, they appeared here to be captured by those four two, and even used as food to suck blood, how could they bear this kind of insult?

In the middle of the night, the depression in their hearts, Zuo Yang saw it in his eyes little by little.

Scold!

How like!

How depressing!

How painful!

How painful her Zuo Yang's heart was! How depressing! How hate!

The tooth marks on his neck stinged, and dripping blood would ooze from time to time, and whenever Zuo Yang would reach out and sip it off, and then put the blood on his fingers in his mouth like those few people who sucked his own blood.

The first time I found out, it turned out that her blood was so delicious.

One of the three boys had just been taken away, leaving only two boys.

At this moment, their eyes couldn't help but look at Zuo Yang, looking at the blood on her neck, watching her sucking her own blood, the blood from her body, the fragrance of her blood that permeated the whole room, made them can't stop craving.

The thirst for more mellow blood is their vampire instinct.

And Zuo Yang's blood just made them extremely thirsty. Their blood-red eyes were even more red, their hands were clutching the iron cage tightly, and their pulses were beating violently. They have been losing blood for several days, their dry lips are a little white, and their bodies are a little thin, but these do not affect their instincts in the slightest.

But when they remembered the disgusting feeling they felt when they were being sucked blood, they felt how shameful and hateful they were now in the desire to suck blood.

Forcing himself to look away, the two boys staggered backwards, crawling towards the farthest place from Zuoyang as far as they could.

One of the boys clutched his right wrist tightly with his left hand, his expression pained and tangled, his blood-red eyes surging on his pale face, and a scarlet tear mole shining brightly under the corner of his eye.

The other boy couldn't help but retreat, but his blood-red eyes still couldn't take his eyes off it, and his eyes were full of the petite figure sitting quietly, the pale skin that could be blown by a bullet of paper, and more importantly, the delicious blood flowing in the skin. He had been imprisoned for many years, and for how long he had not sucked blood, and he had not sucked blood of this kind.

The blood-red eyes changed instantly, and he couldn't help but take a few steps forward, but he cut his arm with his long nails, and the pain made him a little sober, so he turned around and strode to the corner.

Every time it was like this, he was already scarred on his arm.

Zuo Yang swallowed the blood in his mouth, raised his eyes to look at their slightly trembling bodies prostrate on the side, a strange look crossed his eyes, and some substances in his eyes slowly solidified.

Slowly stood up, walked to the closest position to their iron cage, and whispered.

"As long as you don't die, everything will have a chance to get it back."

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had last spoken, so her voice was a little hoarse, and there was an infinite amount of determination, motivation, and hatred in her bewitchment.

The two slightly trembling bodies suddenly froze, and their bodies flew straight to the closest place to Zuo Yang in a strange arc.

The closer they got to Zuoyang, the more they were fascinated by the rich, mellow, and enchanting smell of blood. The fingers of the two couldn't help but clench the iron cage, and their blood-red eyes were glowing with excitement.

Zuo Yang looked at their reactions, frowning slightly, but his eyes were still looking at them calmly, looking directly into their eyes.

But in a moment, the blood-red eyes of the two boys who exuded heterochromatic brilliance slowly regained their calm, and the sharp fangs and long nails were slowly withdrawn, looking at Zuo Yangzheng looking at them calmly, the look in his eyes made his face red, and he actually took a step back and staggered to the ground.

The boys are very delicate, and although they are still young, they still can't hide the arrogance in their bones.

Oh, yes!

What a perfect life they deserved!

Their starting point is so high, why can't they be proud?

She is the same herself, she has the blood that they all covet, why should she hold on to those ethereal pasts, heart-wrenching pasts to live so painfully?

She and they should not accept their fate like this, she and they can only be looked up to by the world.

Zuo Yang slowly squatted down, getting closer to them like this, giving them the only warmth he had, and also wanting to find a little warmth of his own.

There seemed to be a sound of burning fire in the body, they were surging, they were endless, Zuo Yang stroked the withered yellow hair on the side of his cheeks, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, outlining a bloodthirsty arc.

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Three days had passed since the little boy had been taken away, something that had never happened before.

Although they had a cold relationship with each other in the past, they never even asked each other's names. But at this moment, the three of them began to sit still, and inadvertently looked at the gate from time to time, from early this morning until the evening, and still did not see the little boy come back.

In the huge space, the atmosphere was obviously a little impetuous, and the three of them looked at the door more and more often.

For a moment, through the thick wall, Zuo Yang heard footsteps outside, and then strode to the edge of the iron cage, looking straight at the place where the gate was.

The other two boys were startled by Zuo Yang's sudden movement, and then realized something, and also strode close to the cage, their eyes fixed on the door.