Picked up a vampire boyfriend

There is actually a secret passage in Dracula's castle, and the destination is a long-abandoned hospital.

That's where Jiang Mulan's life and death revived.

Embarrassed, struggling, sleeping, waking up, the journey I walked brought heavy pain and indescribable tragedy.

At that time, the most popular art in Europe was porcelain and other works of art from China.

Elements such as porcelain, lacquer boxes, round fans, embroidered screens and Buddha statue ornaments permeated the whole of Europe.

They admire and yearn for that mysterious oriental country, and even imitate their clothes.

So he didn't feel out of place when he was brought here, on the contrary, he felt a little familiar.

It's just that the medical conditions at that time were far from what they are now, and he had only been in contact with it.

Jiang Mulan stood at the end of the ruins, the fragments of memory overlapped one by one...

Tick

Tick

The bright red blood from the corner of the mouth dripped onto the slender white hands.

The bandage was wrapped round and round around his neck.

The big bed surrounded by white cloth is full of dead people, and the sheets are mottled with blood, like blood clam red roses in full bloom, coquettish and charming.

The bloody hand hangs down like that, and the blood from the corner of the mouth drips on the floor, making a rhythmic sound.

"Kill me..." The hoarse voice came slowly, full of emotion hidden in the voice.

Nuo Sang stood at the window, his scarlet eyes were of an obscure dark color, occasionally a sharp light leaked out.

"Kill me." Jiang Mulan said.

The green smoke that was about to burn out at the fingertips slid out a proud arc in the air.

"You won't die, not now, and you won't have this chance again in the future." The man standing by the window finally spoke.

"hiss"

"Killed...uh..."

The bound hand was stabbed at some point, and he has not yet fully evolved into a purebred vampire, so the pain is still accompanied.

Jiang Mulan pursed her lips, and said in a deep voice, "I want you to kill me."

"I told you, you won't die."

A fragile life is held in the hands of others, and it is vulnerable to a single blow.

The dark curtains were pulled open, and the warm sunlight came in and shone on his face.

Jiang Mulan felt as if her skin was being burned.

"Come on, I don't want to see the sun."

Nuo Sang had a smile in his eyes, pinched his chin with his slender hands, and wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth with his fingertips.

"You look so beautiful when you cry."

"shameless."

Nuo Sang rested his head with one hand, and looked at him with lowered eyes, the eyes gliding past the corners of his eyes, lips, and neck.

He paused for a while, then suddenly pulled him over and pushed him against the head of the bed. The chain rubbed against the head of the bed, and there was a clanging sound instantly.

"Will you still cry?" Nuo Sang looked at him and asked.

Jiang Mulan replied coldly: "No."

"I like to see you cry."

Jiang Mulan's eyes were full of disgust: "I like you to die."

"Vist, are you feeling much better? You talked to me too much today, although I didn't like any of them."

Jiang Mulan didn't answer him again.

Nuo Sang moved closer, and held his already frayed wrist, "There will be an adaptation period, after which you will be free."

The slender white hands in the air raised slightly, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Kill me, I, I, I am too, too thirsty."

The early stages of first embrace can be a very difficult time. Their desire for blood is like an addictive poison. They know it is poison, but they still want to have it.

Jiang Mulan hated herself so much, she refused, but in the end she had to compromise.

He tried whether to touch it or not, and to forget it. He could bear it to a certain limit, and that strong feeling would drive him crazy. He broke free from the chain and fell on him without hesitation. There were not shallow but not deep wounds.

He hates, but is powerless...

Half asleep, half awake, he struggled to speak, "Nuosang, when will you die?"

The man followed the sound and looked at him lightly, with a smile on his handsome face, "Vist, do you know that I was not a human being when I was born, but a half-human, half-ghost monster. Just died, killed by my father, do you find it ironic?"

"Hahaha, but what can I do, my father is a monster and so am I. Why, we are obviously of such a noble blood, and we really have to endure pain that others cannot bear. The darkness is our barrier, and the sun is poison..."

Jiang Mulan squinted at him, "Oh, so you are also a poor person."

"Poor?"

"A child hated by heaven, an abandoned child forgotten by time, is a curse and a punishment for your cruelty."

"Now I am no longer alone to accept this curse, and you will accompany me in the days to come."

"You have to die."

"Perhaps one day after a hundred thousand years, it will be as you wish."

The man reached out and wiped away the painful tears on his cheeks.

Jiang Mulan struggled hard, but did not break free. She clenched her hands tightly and punched him in the face. Because her other hand was bound, she retreated inertially, "Don't touch me, I'm going to kill you."

He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his lips with his fingertips, stained with some moisture.

With quick eyes and quick hands, he pushed him back to the original place, "After so many days, you still haven't learned how to behave."

The man wanted to reach out again, Jiang Mulan moved, leaned forward and bit his wrist.

He smiled, as if he didn't know the pain, "It's okay, I will let you slowly accept the way you are now, and from tomorrow onwards, someone else will feed you."

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Mulan woke up from the bed, her white and tender neck glistening in the sunlight.

The man in a long robe helped him pull down the quilt to cover up the beauty.

Jiang Mulan glanced at the man in a daze, and asked while supporting her weak body, "Who are you?"

"I will be your blood slave and accompany you."

Jiang Mulan looked at him in shock, her hand lifting the quilt froze in mid-air, her eyes gradually faded from fright.

The man came over calmly and tucked the quilt for him, with a firm tone, as if he had already accepted such an arrangement, "Master, I will live for you from now on."

Jiang Mulan's Adam's apple rolled down, and the words stuck in his heart made him unable to speak.

In his memory, even though there was a saying of master and servant, there was never a covenant of life.

How can the body be trampled on by the parents of the husband and wife at will.

He looked at him, with an unquestionable tone: "I don't need it, please leave my room."

"Call me anytime you need."

……

The moment the blazing sun shone into his body, hunger and thirst engulfed him.

Jiang Mulan trembled all over, and slammed her body against the wall like crazy, as if she was out of control.

The lock clicked.

The man stood before him.

Like a hungry beast suddenly found its prey, he approached that person uncontrollably, very fast.

He shouted: "Don't, don't come here, I don't need it, I'm not a monster, I'm not..."

"Master, I can satisfy you."

Staring at the man with sharp eyes, he gathered strength in his palm and pushed him against the door.

"Don't come in, I don't need you."

The long and narrow fangs pierced the thin skin, deeply embedded in the soft place, the sound of sucking overwhelmed the rapid breathing, and he greedily sucked his nutrients.

……

Jiang Mulan didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up again, her whole body was full of strength.

There were mottled bloodstains on the messy carpet, reflecting the refracted sunlight, giving off a red halo.

The man fell to the ground, trembling slightly.

Jiang Mulan looked at him, her brows furrowed unconsciously, her lips were a little wet, as if water droplets remained, itchy and a little uncomfortable.

He wiped away the wetness with his thumb, and the cold white hands were immediately dripping with blood.

His eyes deepened unconsciously.

He knelt down and looked at him carefully, his chest rose and fell, and his heart eased.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"not me"

"No"

A hoarse voice came over.

He got up angrily and ran out without looking back.