Los Angeles, USA, in a luxurious villa, on the roof of the building, a beautiful woman sat quietly on the roof, the soft moonlight seemed to put on a gauze dress for her, looking at the past from a distance, the beautiful girl was full of noble, elegant and quiet feelings, like a fairy in the moon, the dreamlike back, enough to make anyone obsessed.

"Hey", after a long time, this beautiful girl looked at the round of Hook Moon above the sky, sighed slightly, lowered her head, with a little resentment between her eyebrows, that look, can arouse anyone's pity, and the crisp words sounded with a trace of longing, "He has been gone for almost half a year, why hasn't he come back yet?".

This beautiful girl, not someone else, is really Lan Qier, since the last time Zhang Xiaofeng left, after understanding her feelings under Lucy's enlightenment, Lan Qier mustered up the courage to wait for Zhang Xiaofeng to confess to him when he came back, although he was shy, but British girls are also open, since Zhang Xiaofeng himself is an elm pimple and doesn't understand his feelings, then let himself pick through that layer of window paper.

However, when he mustered up the courage and was ready to wait for him to come back, he confessed, but Zhang Xiaofeng was no longer heard from as soon as he left, and Lan Qier could only wait, waiting for the day when he came back, when he left, he followed his advice, and Lucy and they all left France and came to Los Angeles, the United States, I believe that if he comes back, he will definitely be able to find himself, after all, the United Kingdom, France and the United States are also relatively well-developed areas under the Dark Society.

Every time, after he and Lucy went out to complete the task, when they were alone, they would think of Zhang Xiaofeng, the one who was in front of his mother's grave, the one who was willing to be a companion with him when he was lonely, the person who had been with him for so many years, although he may not know the amorous style, let alone what romance is, but he is good to himself and takes care of himself, for so many years, he can clearly understand.

"Hey, when will you come back", in the end, Lan Qi'er sighed slightly and muttered, sitting in the moonlight with a self-pitying appearance, which made people unbearable for a while, and I couldn't wait to take her into my arms and love her.

"Haha, who is our sister Lan Qi'er waiting for to come back?", however, this beautiful scroll of poetry and painting was interrupted by a strange voice, and this sudden sound was full of a sense of ridicule, which made Lan Qi'er slightly startled, as if the most secret secret in her heart had been discovered by someone else, and a trace of panic flashed quickly in her eyes.

Hearing this voice, Lan Qi'er turned her head quickly like a frightened deer, but when she saw the person who came, her face relaxed slightly, and said, "Sister Lucy, it turned out to be you, scared me to death."

That's right, the one who spoke just now was Lucy, I saw Lucy looking at Lan Qi'er with a smiling expression, walked over step by step, and looked up and down After turning Lan Qi'er, the mischievous look in her eyes was also intense, and she laughed in a silver bell-like voice, and said, "I saw Sister Lan Qi'er, you just looked, and I thought you were going to turn into a stone, which made me worry in vain."

"Stone?", although she could instinctively sense that Lucy was teasing her, Lan Qi'er still had a look of doubt in her eyes when she heard her words, "What kind of stone?

I remember there is a story in China about a wife who waited for her husband to come back, and after waiting for a long time, she waited and waited, and then she became a stone, what is that stone called?"

Speaking of this, he scratched the back of his head, looking like he was meditating, and then he remembered and shouted: "By the way, I remember that it seems to be called Wangfu Shi, just now I saw Sister Lan Qi'er's appearance, and I thought you would become like that, haha."

"What are you talking nonsense, don't talk nonsense about nothing", the more she heard Lucy's words, the more wrong she became, and when her words came to the end, Lan Qier's face was already like a red cloth, and she said shyly.

"Haha, okay, I won't laugh at you anymore", seeing Lan Qi'er's appearance, Lucy smiled proudly, returned to her seriousness, and said: "If Sister Lan Qi'er really misses him, you can also look for him in China, so as not to stay here every day and miss him, which will only increase your troubles."

Lan Qi'er, who was still ashamed, was slightly stunned after hearing Lucy's words, and then lowered her head and thought for a while, she seemed to feel that it made sense, and nodded slowly

In China, the sun was setting, the night was deep, and after sunset, Xiao Fan saw that Zhang Xiaofeng did not come out, so he did not quit, but bowed deeply in the direction of Zhang Xiaofeng's door, and then turned into a bat and left quickly.

Slowly, Zhang Xiaofeng's non-stop sacrificial moon crystal wheel was also taken back, and when he opened his eyes, Zhang Xiaofeng let out a long breath, a trace of tiredness flashed in his eyes.

Looking at the night that had fallen outside, Zhang Xiaofeng got up, came to the hall, opened the refrigerator, grabbed a bag of blood, and drank it.

"Bah, bah, bah", but then, Zhang Xiaofeng's brows frowned, and he spit out all the blood in his mouth, spitting blood all over the ground, I don't know why, the usually sweet blood, suddenly became so unpleasant in Zhang Xiaofeng's mouth at this moment.

"What's the matter? Why did this blood suddenly become so unpalatable? Is it expired?", after spitting out the unpleasant blood in his mouth, Zhang Xiaofeng secretly asked himself in his heart, cold and tasteless, just like the stinky water salvaged from the stinky ditch.

"Impossible, it's expired all at once?", a black flame burned in his hand, and the half bag of blood and the bag also turned into ashes in an instant, Zhang Xiaofeng's heart was puzzled, and then, he raised his hand and grabbed the second bag of blood, one bag is like this, it is impossible for every bag to be like this?

"Okay, you stop, it's not a matter of blood", at this time, Hughes's voice in the consciousness space rang out, making Zhang Xiaofeng's outstretched hand retracted.

"You know, then you quickly tell me what's going on!!", Zhang Xiaofeng said after hearing Hughes's words, taking his hand back.

"It's because you sucked human blood last night", hearing Zhang Xiaofeng's words, Hughes's voice hesitated for a while, and then said loudly: " You haven't tasted the taste of living human blood before, so your body can tolerate you drinking those frozen Tibetan blood every day, but you drank human blood yesterday, human blood is different from other blood, even the eighth-level strength of the dragon can't compare, so, your body has remembered the deliciousness of the living human blood, therefore, now you drink cold blood, you will feel very difficult to drink."

Hearing Hughes's explanation, Zhang Xiaofeng's face suddenly froze, as if he had been moved to a thunderbolt on a sunny day and slashed hard, and muttered in his mouth: "No, it's impossible, I just drank human blood once, it's impossible, I've drunk this kind of frozen blood blood for so many years."

"Impossible, it must just be that this bag of blood has expired, it must be", a moment later, Zhang Xiaofeng moved, grabbed a bag of blood like lightning and tore it open, and poured it into his mouth roughly, and a lot of the red and cold blood was sprinkled on his black dress, but Zhang Xiaofeng didn't care, just poured the blood into his mouth roughly, frowning, but after a while, it was a "wow" sound, and all the blood was spit out.

"Impossible!! it must be that this bag is also broken", Zhang Xiaofeng still did not give up, or did not dare to give up, and quickly threw the half bag of blood that he had not drunk in his hand to the ground, raised his hand again, and grabbed it towards the refrigerator

Tear open the blood bag with his teeth, take a sip, then spit it out in disgust, throw down the blood bag in his hand, and then grab another bag, bag after bag of blood was thrown to the ground by Zhang Xiaofeng, the blood on the ground was already a big puddle, soaked the floor, and Zhang Xiaofeng still kept grabbing towards the refrigerator.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofeng's crazy movements stopped, and he just stood there blankly, the blood on the ground was already a big puddle, and Zhang Xiaofeng's hand was only the last bag left, holding the bag of blood in a daze, the expression on Zhang Xiaofeng's face was uncertain.

"I don't believe in !!", in the end, Zhang Xiaofeng shouted, and then frantically tore open the blood bag again, poured the cold blood into his fiery throat, swallowed it in his mouth, and endured the feeling of nausea, Zhang Xiaofeng's brows were tightly locked together, and he kept saying to himself in his heart: "It's delicious, this blood is delicious."

"Wow", but, obviously, this kind of thing can't be forced, before the bag of blood poured into his mouth, Zhang Xiaofeng just bent over and vomited, the blood was drunk in, just like drinking the pumping water in the stinky ditch, the stomach seemed to be churning, and all the blood that was forced to drink in was spit out

"Impossible, how is it possible", Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes were dead, he took a few steps back, he was soaked in blood and didn't pay attention to it at this time, he sat down in the sofa, and muttered in his mouth, looking pained.

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