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Serena is gone, but the alluring body fragrance flows down and reverberates in the air, making people feel evocative and unforgettable.

An unexpected encounter, a passionate journey.

John lay on the bed, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and closed his eyes with pleasure, but no matter how hard he tried, the two white temptations, the pink bumps, and the cold and embarrassed face always kept coming to mind, making people itch unbearably.

How else does this make people sleep?

John sighed, rolled over on the bed, stared at his hands, and scolded fiercely,

"It's all your fault, if you are more reserved and not so thief, maybe you can do a good thing tonight, and you still need to be alone and empty, watching people at night."

Ay! It's a pity that it was a good night.

The bell kept ringing, but John kept tossing and turning until it was two o'clock in the morning before he fell asleep in a daze.

The time of deep sleep always passes very quickly, and before you know it, it is already dawn.

The door opened, and Debbie walked in, and when she saw the scene inside the house, boom! With a bang, the basin in his hand fell directly to the ground, splashing everywhere.

"Young Master!"

Debbie screamed and ran into the back room, and when she found the person she was so nervous about was sleeping soundly in bed, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of horror on her face.

"God forbid, it's okay!"

The sound in the room woke John, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw that it was already dawn, he was ready to get up, but he completely underestimated the extent of his injury, and only then did he move his arm. Sharp pain came from the back.

John's mouth opened wide and let out a muffled roar of pain.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Debbie asked nervously,

"It's okay, I slept late last night and my neck was a little stiff."

John explained haphazardly, got up from the bed with Debbie's support, washed his face, and carefully washed the blood stains that had been briefly disposed of last night.

But at this moment, Debbie suddenly stood there as if she had seen something terrible, and pointed to John's forehead,

"You... A wound on your forehead? ”

John was stunned for a moment, and then realized that something was wrong, the wound on his forehead had fallen from a horse yesterday, and it was impossible to heal this morning, and he didn't even leave a scar.

Damn, I was so excited last night to overlook such an obvious mistake.

John's face was a little ugly, his eyes flickering, and he quickly thought about what to do.

The truth is that it must never be told, and if people know that they have a relationship with vampires, the only end is to be hung and burned alive by the feared people, even if they are the heirs to Conton Manor.

However, fortunately, Debbie is the only one who has seen this wound so far, as long as she believes it, the rest is easy to say.

John thought quickly, and after sorting out his priorities, he pretended to be relaxed and said,

"Actually, it's nothing, I did an experiment last night......"

"You don't have to explain, I know everything."

"You know?"

Hearing this, John's eyes widened, and he was puzzled for a while.

"It came, and just last night, it broke the table and chairs in the living room."

"You know that, too!"

John was completely shocked, his face glazed over, as if something unthinkable, and he didn't even notice that Debbie was referring to the female vampire with "it" instead of "he" or "she".

"Yes, I've been observing, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly?"

Debbie smiled kindly, found a white cloth, wrapped John's head layer by layer, and said,

"Young master, don't worry, you are already an adult, as long as you learn to control yourself and don't let it harm others, everything will slowly get better."

"And the other thing is, don't let others know that it exists, and don't talk about it in front of people, you know?"

John nodded stiffly, his mind was a little confused, he couldn't find a clue for a while, and even his gaze on Debbie changed.

What is the origin of this woman? Could it be a legendary powerful hidden plot character?

However, I can't see it at all!

John, who had been slapped on the head, had a grim expression all morning, and he could not lift his spirits, and he found that he knew so little about the things around him that he was watched all night without even half noticing.

For an aspiring traveler, this is too disappointing.

After washing, at Debbie's strong request, John changed into a noble son's standard attire:

V-neck shirt, black coat, white breeches, pointed leather boots, horn hat, cane, and pocket watch.

To be honest, from the perspective of modern people, this dress is simply inferior, not only old-fashioned, but also gives people a sense of pretending to be seen.

But helplessly, his wardrobe is full of this style of clothes, the only difference is the color.

Pushing open the wooden door, there is a big red sun, shining on the body of the warm and comfortable, the unpolluted world is full of the smell of wilderness, the air is very clean, with the smell of earth and the fragrance of flowers and plants.

John descended the steps and followed the route he remembered towards the restaurant.

At this time, it was just past seven o'clock, but the cotton piled up outside the warehouse was already the size of two houses, and the black slaves who were shuttling through the cotton fields were still sweating profusely in the cold autumn tigers, and were still sweating profusely, driven by the white overseers, like tireless machines, and even John found several children in them.

Ay! Slavery of all evils.

John sighed, turned his eyes to his identity, and didn't know what to say for a while, he was a vested interest in the black slavery system, and the vested interest sympathized with the enslaved, would anyone believe it when he said it?

The butt determines the head, and some things don't change overnight.

Passing through the cotton fields, not far away, a whining cry caught John's attention.

The sound of crying came from the meadow to the north, vaguely mixed with the man's scolding.

It's early in the morning, and that bastard is beating his wife again!

But as he listened, he gradually realized that something was wrong, the crying voice was not in the same tone, there were women and even children.

John frowned slightly, tapped his cane, and turned to walk towards the pasture.

As the crying became clearer, there were more people around, but most of them were silent and had a faint sadness in their eyes.

John walked through the crowd to the central clearing, where six bodies covered with white cloth were side by side, and several women and children were half-crouched next to them, sobbing quietly, apparently relatives of the deceased.

A middle-aged white man with a figure-eight beard, white and fat, with a body similar to a dwarf winter melon, was alone and scolding, and filthy language kept coming out of the fat excessive lips, ignoring the sad and desperate faces of the relatives of the deceased.

John's eyebrows turned up, and the more he listened, the more angry he became, especially when he saw the two children who were curled up in his mother's arms gradually revealing frightened eyes, he finally couldn't help it, and shouted angrily,

"Bill, that's enough, you dwarf winter melon, shut up Lao Tzu."

As soon as the angry voice came out, the surroundings immediately fell silent.

Bill froze there with his mouth half-closed, and then a monstrous anger came out, he was short in stature, and he was born obese, and he hated others for mocking him the most in his life, but now someone dared to say that he was a dwarf winter melon in front of so many people, and he was simply looking for death.

Bill turned around angrily, and when he saw John, his expression changed suddenly, and his anger subsided slightly, but he still couldn't change his hideous nature.

"Who am I, isn't this my good nephew? I heard that you fell off while riding a horse yesterday and broke your head, hehe, this is really interesting, the eldest young master of Conton Manor actually can't ride a horse, this has to be passed out, and it won't be laughed at by people. ”

After saying a word, a low exchange gradually came from the surroundings, and many people looked at John with an inexplicable sense of scrutiny.

For men in this era, riding a horse was as simple as drinking water, and a noble son who could not ride a horse was destined to be labeled a coward.

The dwarf winter melon was sure to hit with one blow, and in just one sentence, he diverted everyone's attention from himself, and also killed John's army, I have to say, his head is much stronger than his body.