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Mu Lin was arranging her hair in front of the tin mirror hanging in the corridor.

The slightly raised mirror reflected her vague appearance, long brown hair, short and round face, delicate and delicate facial features, all kinds of elements were superimposed to piece together her calm and quiet face.

This face is quite common among blood clans. Even she herself never imagined that one day she would be summoned by the elders relying on her looks.

What the elder meant was to let her get close to the little lord and feed the first live blood to the little lord who had just transformed.

She was chosen only because of her resemblance to the little lord's late human best friend.

Mu Lin sprayed some rose water on her neck, showing a secretly delighted and proud smile.

Newborns of the blood race will have an instinctive dependence and trust on the provider of the "first blood", which is actually very similar to the chick complex. A natural bond.

Logically speaking, the first blood that newborns drink usually comes from their elder relatives. Although I don't know why the elders don't go to battle in person now, but if it is really cheap for her...

Even if she has no chance to be favored by the lord, if she can gain the trust and favor of the little lord, it will surely enable her to gain a firm foothold in the city.

The brown-haired vampire tiptoed and quietly pushed open the door of the auditorium.

Under the huge anchor cross, the little lord who had just completed his transformation was wearing a white robe, with his back facing the direction of the door, sitting in the coffin.

"Good day little lord, my name is Maureen Wilson, from..."

"Excuse me, please go back."

The young lord didn't even turn her head. Her thin back was straight, outlining a weak and tight arc, and the translucent white nape was faintly exposed from the rolled-up long hair. You can see the light-colored blood vessels and tendons under the skin.

Mu Lin paused slightly, and touched her back teeth wet with saliva with the tip of her tongue.

She suddenly realized that this newborn hadn't learned to control his blood flow like a vampire.

So much so that across most of the auditorium, she could clearly smell that kind of strong, pungent, and slightly sweet smell of blood, like suddenly discovering a white lilac in full bloom in the overwhelming snow.

If the little lord sucks my blood, I will definitely teach and assist her and help her become a perfect vampire.

...but before that, I have to let her see my face and smell my blood.

Mu Lin suppressed the restlessness and excitement in her heart, she straightened her waist silently, and walked her knees to the side of the stone platform.

"Little lord, forgive me for taking the liberty."

She lowered her voice low and softly, and slowly raised her hair in front of her body, exposing the throbbing arteries on both sides of her neck.

"I'm also... thinking of you."

The older lower-ranking person pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out one hand to the side of the coffin, with the palm flat, the little finger and the ring finger slightly curved, posing a seductive invitation gesture.

The little lord, who was being watched enthusiastically, finally turned his head absent-mindedly, and shifted his gaze to the face of the visitor.

Under the dim candlelight, Yu Ge's brows and eyes were sparse and indifferent, with the introvertedness unique to oriental people. When her eyes turned slightly, she looked very calm and very indifferent, but when her eyes lingered on the blood race, she revealed a little Can't hide the astonishment and confusion.

That expression seemed to see something old that she had been longing for but had been lost for a long time. Because her eyes were too nostalgic and too focused, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of inconspicuous water for a while.

Mu Lin could hardly hold back the smile on her lips. She stared at Yu Ge's twinkling eyes, imitating the appearance of a human being, with her head bowed and her chest upright, showing her plump and fair breasts.

She shyly said: "Little lord, you...don't you think about it any more?"

Accompanied by her gradually panting, a slender and flawless ankle stepped out of the coffin.

The pair of bare feet sank into the wine-red carpet and paused for more than ten seconds. Immediately afterwards, there was a tinkling sound of metal colliding with each other.

You have to pick off accessories before sucking blood, are all the vampires around the elder so particular...?

Mu Lin raised her eyes suspiciously, and the smile on her face froze instantly.

Yu Ge stood by the table with his head slightly raised. There was actually no obvious joy or anger on that pale face, only a very faint stubbornness and stubbornness.

And in her hand, she held an Atcan scimitar made of sterling silver.

A severe chill gradually spread over Mu Lin's back.

She clenched her fists and subconsciously changed into a gentler and more intimate tone.

"Little lord, what's wrong with you...?"

The next second, Singer Yu's dagger came out of its sheath with a clang. She struck so fast that even before the other party had any reaction, the blade had already cut off a strand of brown hair on Mu Lin's sideburns and sank deep into the wall. inside.

The force of that knife bearing was so great that even the half of the blade left outside the wall continued to hum and vibrate.

Mu Lin covered her cold side neck, turned her head suddenly, and met Yu Ge's eyes brightened by the light of the knife.

She suddenly remembered the rumors in the market, saying that this little lord was the most powerful guard around the elder before his transformation.

...It turned out to be true.

"Get out."

Yu Ge threw the scabbard on the ground with a bang, and there was no outrageous killing intent on his face, only a shocking sadness hidden under the calm.

She wrote lightly: "By the way, call your lord in."

When Melanza pushed open the door, she didn't feel a little angry.

Normally speaking, the direct descendant's repeated rejection of the eldest relative's gift is actually an act full of provocation and disrespect. She should feel offended and annoyed, and at the very least, she should feel a little bit dissatisfied with this ignorant direct descendant.

But whenever I think of the name Yu Ge...

She will have a very weird sense of joy that comes from the inside out.

It seemed that in her empty chest was a white lilac growing on flesh and blood, slowly unfolding the dense and scattered little flower buds.

This joy even often blinds her eyes and mind, making her attitude towards Yu Ge always full of a bottomless and unprincipled connivance.

Yu Ge betrayed the blood clan, led the heresy trial team to burn down the manor, and even dared to jump into the sea in front of her.

But at least, the child was safe in the end, and returned to her territory voluntarily.

With her back behind her back, Yu Ge had been friends with a human girl for several years, even after her death, she still couldn't forget her.

So what, no matter how deep this obsession is, it is nothing but mourning for a dead person.

Yu Ge resolutely rejected the first blood from his elder relative...

Melanza approached the quiet coffin, with a slight but very loving smile in her eyes.

But didn't Yu Ge also drink the blood of other blood races?

Even if the blood clan looks very similar to her late best friend, isn't it still flatly rejected by Yu Ge?

The child didn't reject her, it's just that he wasn't used to being a blood race.

The elder lord sat beside the coffin, gently rubbing two totems on Yu Ge's chest through his plain white robe.

"Xiaoge, what do you want me to do?"

There was an indescribable tenderness in that voice, which could easily drown the listener in it.

"We, Xiao Ge, are already looking like little lords."

Yu Ge curled up his upper body tightly and looked sideways at her.

Her eyes were very complicated, filled with cautious admiration and joy, but also vaguely mixed with a bit of unspeakable pain.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" she whispered.

She grabbed the Lord's wrist holding on to the edge of the coffin with both hands, turned over quickly, and forced her mistress into the coffin.

The movement was unusually smooth, revealing indescribable vigor and strength, which made the whole coffin shake slightly.

Melanza was stunned for a moment, completely ignoring the back of her head being pressed against the wooden plank. Instead, she opened her arms and firmly protected the crooked upper body of the newborn.

She looked up at Yu Ge who was sitting on top of her, and smoothed his frowning brows with her cold thumb.

Yu Ge maintained this posture, with his fine black eyelashes drawn together, as if immersed in his own thoughts, oblivious to and indifferent to everything happening around him.

"Little song?"

The blond-haired elder kissed her shoulders, but Yu Ge suddenly shook off her hand, leaned down, and cut his cold and sharp fangs into the lord's flesh!

She drank so fast that there was a gurgling sound of liquid flowing in her chest. It was like a cub that was about to starve to death and finally got enough food to save her life; it was also very similar to...

It is venting the hatred in my heart that has nowhere to tell and has nowhere to go.

The blood race also knows the pain, let alone, the newborn's pair of sharp teeth almost tore off a piece of her flesh alive.

But Melanza's expression became more and more gentle, she followed the other's swallowing sound, and patted the back that was prostrate on her body from top to bottom.

"Good boy, slow down."

She crossed her arms, and pressed Yu Ge into her arms in a considerate, caring and possessive posture.

A hundred years ago, she never thought that one day she would be willing to feed her lover with her own blood. That feeling has nothing to do with dedication or sacrifice, but a kind of... very strange feeling and peace of mind.

It seemed that from this moment on, the young woman in her arms finally and completely belonged to her.

What human friends, what the Holy See and betrayal, no longer have to take it to heart, the process of exchanging blood is like a vow across the barrier, firmly binding her and Yu Ge together.

When Yu Ge raised her head, the expression on her face was blank. Blood was dripping from the lower half of her face, and blood was shining in her bright black eyes.

This seemed to be a very terrifying scene, but the lord couldn't help smiling.

"Is this what you hoped for?" repeated the blood-fed newborn.

Melanza straightened up and kissed the corner of the other's bright red lips almost lovingly.

"Yes." She said, "Xiao Ge, I love you."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021011121:20:292021011222:08:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

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