After the kitten jumped on Vivien's shoulder, a pair of small paws shaved through her slightly curly hair, playing with it, and the corners of Vivien's mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

In order to prevent Vivien's abnormal reaction from being seen as flawed, I moved slightly, blocking Abernat's gaze behind me, and with a smile I reached out and hugged the kitten off Vivien's shoulder.

When Vivien's expression returned to Mune, and I didn't want it anymore, I turned to look at Abernet and asked curiously, "Don't these modified vampires feel anything?"

Aburnat sneered and shook his head, "That kind of thing, they don't deserve it!"

I frowned unhappily, although I don't like Llard's desire to control too much, but that doesn't mean that I hate vampires because of this, after all, I'm a half-human, half-vampire monster now!

"And how do they attack vampires?" I glared at Abernet in annoyance, the unpleasant smugness on his face that matched his identity.

Abernet shrugged his shoulders and didn't speak.

I hated him in my heart, and since he refused to answer whatever I asked, what was the purpose of his coming here to show off to me?

Or did he come to me with the results of his research to show me, just to show off?

It's boring!

"This kitten looks quite funny, where did you pick it up?" the cheeky Abernat, who didn't seem to see my contempt at all, got up and walked over to me, and reached out to tease the kitten in my arms.

The kitten barked in displeasure and twisted her head to avoid Abernat's fingers, but Abernat's pervert seemed to like to see the kitten being teased uncomfortably, and his fingers chased the kitten's head to pinch its mouth.

The kitten was amused, "meowed", and with its characteristic softness in its domineering roar, opened its mouth and bit Avennet's finger.

I thought that a kitten of this kind would not necessarily be good if it bit him, but I was wrong, and from Abernat's unnaturally shaking arms and his gradually turning green face, I could basically tell that it was not only biting hard, but also hurting.

When Abernet finally wailed and snatched his hand back from the kitten's mouth, I realized that his finger had been bitten and bleeding, and that the first knuckle of his right index finger was a dense circle of blood that was bubbling out.

Abernat's aching mouth was crooked, one hand clenched his injured finger tightly, and he gritted his teeth and glared at me and the kitten in my arms.

Fearing that he would suddenly rush up to the kitten's detriment, I took a few steps back, bypassed the big bed, hid in the window, and watched Aburnat's movements from a distance.

Comparatively speaking, the one in my arms behaved much better, he just looked at Abernat's distorted face, snorted weakly, and then buried his face in my chest aggrievedly.

At this moment, the vampires, who had been standing on the side without moving, suddenly shook, lifted their stiff legs, and moved slowly in the direction of Abednat with strange steps.

Abernet stood still, pinching his fingers and glaring at us fiercely, as if he hadn't noticed them near.

I stood at the window leisurely, holding the kitten with one hand and gently caressing its back with the other.

I didn't really want to remind him of the fact that I could see his research work getting closer and closer, but I would have been more happy to see him being torn apart.