The man's back was full of coldness, and he didn't know that the white sand in his mouth was referring to him, and Zhou Ran watched the man disappear at the corner of the stairs in confusion, what happened to Gu Cheng? She stuck out her tongue and licked the milk off her lips.

When it was dark, the embarrassed man pushed the car door hard and walked out of the car, irritably unbuttoned his shirt, and reached out to touch the still bleeding place on his neck.

“**！！” He angrily kicked the car door, and walked into the house with a curse and no more gentlemanly appearance.

The two men in the house were sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, and the man with the fanged mask just glanced at him faintly, and continued to cut the steak in his hand unmoved.

The other man turned his chair and laughed as he looked at the man who pushed the door in, covered in blood.

"M, fought bloodily? How, was it satisfied? ”

His impolite mocking tone made M, who covered his neck and wrists, very unhappy, and ridiculed him.

"Oh, shut up, you damn thing! I didn't laugh at you like that the last time you were hurt. ”

His words successfully changed the man's face, and his gaze slid over the person who was leisurely dining across from him, and then looked at him gloomily, "Damn fellow, you should die outside, you are really disgusting, like a stinky rat in the gutter." ”

"No, no, no! You are, a gray-skinned stinky mouse in the gutter, wearing the same color of skin all year round, and I can't help but wonder if you have changed it, and the smell of rancid smell can be smelled ten meters away. M took off his blood-soaked clothes and threw them on the ground, while opening his mouth and cursing incessantly, and his tone was extremely bad.

"You ............" The man angrily pushed away his chair and stood up, and was about to rush forward to teach the man who didn't know the height of the sky, when he was interrupted by a sound from the other side.

"Bang ......!" The man in the fanged mask threw the knife and fork in his hand into the white porcelain plate, making a loud noise.

"You're disturbing my meal." The eyes under the fanged mask stared at the two of them without any emotion or warmth, and their voices were hoarse.

The two people who were arguing suddenly fell silent, as if the shouting and abuse just now was just an illusion.

M's turquoise eyes flashed, and he walked to the sofa on the other side, pulling out a few tissues to wipe the blood that kept coming out of his neck.

The gray-clad man's eyes were depressed, his fingers curled together into fists tightened, straightened his chair and sat down at the table again, picked up the utensils and continued to eat.

M rummaged around the house and eventually gathered all kinds of medicines and tools to treat wounds. Dealing with the wounds on the wrists and the wounds on the neck with their own hands.

The strong smell of blood and disinfectant filled the room, and the man in the fanged mask no longer ate, but raised his coffee and drank it slowly, his eyes under the mask looking at M on the sofa who was stitching up the wound.

"Who did you meet?"

M stitched up the wound with his hand, and when he thought of the strange black figure, he gritted his teeth and wanted to suck the blood from that person's body immediately.

"A very annoying kind, the perverted aura on his body is too obvious, I must kill him next time!"

The feeling of the fine needle penetrating the flesh made M's face pale with pain, and a large cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "If he pushes a little harder, my hand will be completely useless." ”

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