Chapter 337: Settle down and rest

The two vampires brought Cheng Qianxun and Rudolph to the third floor, where the floors were very high, and walking three floors equaled five or six floors. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Rudolph is okay, Cheng Qianxun is a little short of breath.

The little widow stood at the doorway of a door and said, "This is Sneijder's master's room, please go in and rest for a while." ā€

Sneijder's room, Cheng Qianxun secretly smiled bitterly, but Rudolph relieved the siege.

"We're not tired yet, and we want to know if there's something wrong with Gordon, or we'll wait in the study, living room, or something." Rudolph's words also made sense, so they were taken back into the study.

The study is large, 100 square meters, and there is a fireplace burning on the side, which drives away all the dampness inside. The shelves on the walls are full of books, and it feels like entering the study of an English aristocracy.

"Looks like they're doing pretty well." Rudolph saw a bottle and a glass in front of the fireplace, so he walked over, poured a glass of wine, and sat down on a cushioned chair to taste it.

And Cheng Qianxun sat on the sofa, even the sofa was made of high-grade fabrics, and the cushions were embroidered with flowers, which was worth a lot of money according to the current standard of living. Those of them who worked as hunters made a living by hunting in the mountains with a cold wind. And the Bloodclan lives in the castle and is very comfortable. It's a different life!

The seats were comfortable, the fire was warm, and the half-wet clothes on my body were almost dry. Cheng Qianxun was very tired, and it was almost dawn, but fortunately, after arriving in the underworld, he often stayed up late and was able to hold on.

After a while, two men walked in. One is Sneijder, and the other is none other than Gordon.

Gordon didn't look like he'd fully recovered, and his face, which had been like a dry skin, was now a little fuller, but it was still wrinkled like he was seventy or eighty years old.

Cheng Qianxun stood up and let out the most comfortable sofa she was sitting on: "Why hasn't it recovered yet?" ā€

After Gordon sat down, he raised his hand and motioned for Cheng Qianxun to sit down with him. This sofa is for three people, enough for sitting.

"The injury was so severe that Hoffman actually cut the blood vessels in his neck with a knife and threw him into the coffin while he was unconscious, and the blood was almost gone." Snead sat on another single sofa and said with a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's the blood clan, and it's timely, Gordon held on." ā€

Cheng Qianxun looked at Gordon's bloodstained neckline, and on one side, there was indeed a scar that could still be seen.

Sneijder also pointed his finger at his temple as if he was tired: "Hoffman, this guy, in the end, chose the wrong way. ā€

"If it doesn't work out, it's wrong." Rudolph's words are philosophical, sometimes the right in the world is in the hands of the victors, and the losers are wrong. As the so-called win or lose, if Hoffman can really succeed, then he will become the only winner, and this game will qualify.

Rudolph drank the wine in his glass and stood up: "It's almost dawn, you don't have to thank me, just provide a safe place where no one sucks my blood, and let me sleep well." ā€

"Me too!" Cheng Qianxun also felt so tired that he just wanted to sleep hard.

"It's safest to sleep next to us, or Rudolph you and Gordon in the same room, and I'll be with Cheng?" How Sneijder's words sounded, how ambiguous.

"Are you safe around you?" Rudolph looked at Gordon: "This guy obviously needs blood to recuperate, am I not looking for death next to him?" ā€

Cheng Qianxun also glared at her and smiled at Sneid: "Don't look at me like you're looking at a steak, or give me a quilt, I'll sleep here." ā€

"There are so many rooms, why sleep here?" Snead stood up, "Then you two are in a room." ā€

"Wow~" The heavy curtains were opened, and he looked high. In the east, there is a faint white belly, and it will not be long before the sky will dawn.

"You just sleep here, just pull the curtains open, and the sun will shine in for most of the day." Snead picked up a piece of cloth and tore off two strips of cloth "hiss, hiss", "If you think it's too bright, you can tie your eyes to this." ā€

"Thank you!" Rudolph walked to the bedside, took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, not even bothering to take off his clothes.

It seemed that he was going to sleep in the same bed with Rudolph, and Cheng Qianxun was about to walk over when a few newborn vampires came to the door.

"Sneijder Master, where is it?" The little widow at the head was holding a futon in her hands, while the person behind was carrying a bed.

"Put it in the window." Snead pointed to the direction, and then said to Cheng Qianxun with a smile: "I hope you like the pink sheets." ā€

Cheng Qianxun smiled gratefully, and those newborn vampires quickly put down the bed and began to make the bed, which was done in less than two minutes. A comfortable, thickly padded bed, and that's all there is to it.

Someone else came in, carrying two small glasses of milk and some small snacks on the low table next to him: "Please use it slowly." ā€

After the little widow placed her pajamas on the chair next to her, Sneijder ordered them to stand down first.

After everyone went out, Cheng Qianxun turned to Sneijder and joked: "It seems that you should be dug out, otherwise where will you be taken care of." ā€

Snead stretched out his hand and hugged her, and said with a smile: "We will live here in the future, and after we have slept enough, we will discuss what to do next." ā€

"What else can I do? Now that the number is less than half of the original number, just turn me and Rudolph into the Bloodline. Cheng Qianxun struggled for a moment, but did not break free of Sneijder's embrace, and said with a slight knot: "Hey, let me go." In that case, how do I sleep? ā€

"Then sleep like this." Sneijder's cheeks thickened again, and he smiled mischievously: "It's not like I haven't slept like this before, it should be safer to have me by my side." ā€

"Alright." Cheng Qianxun is really tired and tired, and he doesn't want to be entangled. Snead is a blood clan, and her energy is very good, but she is half tired to death: "Just let me sleep alone, the way you sniff my neck and smell, I have goosebumps all over my body." ā€

"Then I won't smell it anymore, just kiss it, okay?" Sneijder was still in high spirits.

Cheng Qianxun rolled his eyes, could it be that the lack of oxygen in the sarcophagus damaged Sneijder's brain?

"Hey, can you wait until you get enough sleep to flirt and scold?" I don't know when Rudolph, who had fallen asleep, got up and stood at the low table eating a small snack with milk.

Seeing Cheng Qianxun's bloodshot eyes and a tired face, Sneijder finally let go of his hand and said gently: "Then you have a good rest, there may not be lunch, and when it is time for dinner, I will ask someone to prepare it." ā€

Rudolph interjected: "If you want a human dinner, don't give me a jar of blood or a big living person." ā€

"Okay!" Sneijder walked out with a smile, as if his steps had become brisk.

Cheng Qianxun walked to the low table, picked up the remaining small glass of milk, and began to eat. The blood clans here all drink blood, and they have tried their best to come up with such food, and they will probably have to go to the town to get shortbread and cakes like this.

The milk is fragrant and should have been freshly squeezed. Eating these, I feel a little happy. It's been a long time, and I haven't been "molested" by a man. Sneijder, though a little angry, is not a nuisance.

Rudolph squinted: "Hurry up and eat, go to bed after eating, and take advantage of the situation to no change." ā€

Cheng Qianxun found himself pinching the half-bitten butter biscuit with his fingers and stood there stunned. She hurriedly continued to eat, and when she had finished eating, she went to the bedside, looked back, and saw that Rudolph was also undressing with his back to her, so she quickly took off her clothes with her back to her, changed into the pajamas she had brought, and lay down on the bed.

By this time the sun had peeked out of the morning light with a fiery red edge, and the room was getting brighter and brighter.

Cheng Qianxun felt a little stuffy with the quilt covering his head, so he took a strip of cloth and tied his eyes as an eye patch. It was comfortable, and I soon fell asleep deeply.

Without thinking, this sleep was particularly heavy and fragrant. During this period, I woke up, but because there was nothing to do, I fell asleep in a daze.

"Are you awake?" It was Snead's voice, very low, afraid of waking her.

"What do you see?" Rudolph should have woken up and was replying to Sneijder: "Let her sleep a little longer, yesterday was enough for her to choke." ā€

After a while, Rudolph asked again, "When are you going to turn the two of us into the Bloodline?" ā€

"Tonight." Sneijder's words made Cheng Qianxun unable to sleep anymore.

She pulled the blindfold from her eyes and sat up.

Snead and Rudolph were sitting on the small couch beside them, looking out through the open curtains, the sky outside was already a deep blue, and it was about seven o'clock in the evening.

"Awake?" Sneijder stood up and brought a set of clothes: "You try this, it should be appropriate." After dressing, go downstairs, dinner is ready, go down to eat. ā€

Cheng Qianxun nodded and watched Sneijder and Rudolph walk out of the room.

She shook off her skirt, a maxi dark red velvet floor-length dress of fine workmanship. With large flare sleeves with lace and a tight waist, it is both modern and antique, and needless to say, Sneijder has a really good eye for clothes.

Put on your clothes and see a dresser next to you. She walked over and sat down, picked up a comb and cleaned up her messy hair.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes were sad and deep that I had never seen before. As soon as your gaze changes, it feels like a different person. After death and rebirth, the skin has become much better, there are no acne, moles, swatches, even if I try to soak in the sun these days, the skin does not come out of oil as before. But I stayed up late last night and had a little dark circles under my eyes, which is normal.

"Who the hell are you?" Cheng Qianxun looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself.

She combed her head a few more times and bit her lip with her teeth, which would make it look rosy. Although she doesn't care about her appearance, she doesn't want to be too wronged by this beautiful dress.

When she was done, she opened the door and walked out. The restaurant is on the ground floor, and on the side of the first floor there is a customary small lounge area with sofas and coffee tables. All three teammates were there, sitting and chatting.

As she descended the stairs, Snead raised his head in surprise. (To be continued.) )