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Tap, tap, tap, footsteps sounded like rain in the corridor, and the white ward door of St. Buick's Hospital was slammed open——

When Su Shi heard the movement, he turned to look at the door. Balan hadn't had time to put away the frightened and secretly angry expression on his face.

Balaam restrained his emotions, but his face still looked stiff.

He slowed down and walked inward, and the entourage behind him just guarded the door without permission.

"Who caused you to suffer?" Su Shi opened his arms to him before he could ask, and made a pitiful face:

"Lan Lan, I'm hurt!"

Balaam couldn't help being amused by him, sat on the edge of the bed and let him hug him.

At this time, there was another faint sound outside the door. Su Shi's ears moved slightly, he raised his wrist to his forehead, and said with a look of kidney deficiency:

"I, I'm a little dizzy..."

After finishing speaking, he fell down on the bed and lost consciousness.

Balaam was concerned, and panicked when he saw that he had fainted. He was about to call a doctor when the door opened again, and a pale-faced vampire entered.

Balaam raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Monsieur Lorgar?"

Balaam recognized the blood in front of him as the family doctor of Xerxes Castle. Although he only met Federico Lorga 20 years ago, he had a superb memory and would never admit a mistake.

"Greetings, Master Balaam."

Lorga saluted lightly, then opened the thermos in her hand, and poured a cup of herbal juice into the open porcelain cup.The hot white smoke spread out, and together with the heat, there was also the mixed stench of all kinds of herbs being boiled to pieces.

"Master Mino, please get up and drink the medicine."

Su Shi: "..."

Su Shi remained in a coma.

"Master Mino, when you lose consciousness, your heartbeat rate is about 50 beats per minute on average, and when you are awake, it is 70 beats per minute. When I said this, your heartbeat speed increased a little."

Although the doctor with a calm tone spoke to Su Shi, his narrow and cold eyes looked at Balan.

"..."

Balan looked at Su Shi who was unconscious on the bed, then at the doctor, and realized.

Balaam nodded slightly to the doctor.

The doctor said again: "If Master Mino doesn't wake up again, then he will have to pour the potion directly through the funnel..."

As he spoke, he opened the medicine box placed aside and rummaged through it.

Su Shi originally expected Balan to help him get rid of the blood doctor, but at this moment he heard Balan say from the side:

"I'll help you hold him up."

"..."

Su Shi had no choice but to wake up with another "wow", and lay down on the bed with a weak face.

Lorgardo took a look at him—Su Shi was not like this before. Although he looked like a sickly beauty, he handed him the medicine with a smile on his face and drank it gracefully.As soon as Balaam came, he became extremely pretentious...

Lorga handed the concoction directly to Balan.

Balan took it smoothly, and didn't think it was inappropriate for a doctor to directly order him to administer medicine.

"Mino, sit up."

Su Shi got up weakly.

"Take a sip first."

Balaam coaxed, and fed him the concoction.

He took a sip from Balan's hand, and quickly turned his face away.

Balan raised the open porcelain cup, took a breath, watched the white air of the concoction dissipate forward, and said lightly:

"Then let me see the wound first."

It has been six hours since he entered the hospital, and he still needs to drink medicine, which means that the injury has not healed.

"..." Su Shi froze slightly.

The ward is very uniquely furnished, it looks more like an elegant residence with half a bedroom and half a living room. A round mirror with cake lace is hung on the opposite wall, and a vase is placed on a low table below.

Su Shi slowly leaned his face on Balan's shoulder, looked up at Balan through the silver mirror, stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, frowned and said, "You can't do this to me, Balan..."

Balan's expression almost collapsed, and he was speechless, as if a cloud of white mist had blocked his heart.

"..."

Balaam didn't know what to do with him.

Su Shi immediately struck while the iron was hot, hugged Balan from behind, and rubbed his forehead lightly on his shoulder left and right.

Balaam turned to Doctor Lorga for help.

"..."

Lorga looked up at a painting hanging on the wall without moving, and said coldly in his heart: Heh.

However, Balaam is not without methods to deal with Su Shi.

"Then drink it when you feel like it."

Although he said a word of compromise, Balaam kept holding the medicine cup with one hand and never put it down.

When the medicine was cold, Lorga asked Lorga to refill a cup of hot one. While chatting with Su Shi, he patiently stirred it with a spoon until it was warm enough to drink.

Repeating this three times tortured Su Shi's conscience so much that he could only pinch his nose and ask Balan to feed him the medicine spoon by spoon.

But pinch your nose, the medicine still smells bad.

Su Shi held the bowl again and prepared to pour it down in one gulp. Halfway through the pour, he couldn't help the feeling of nausea and vomited again.

When he wanted to vomit from the bowl he drank before, he tried his best to hold back.

It was just such a small bowl of medicine, Su tried to drink it three times before he managed to drink it to the end.

Su Shi raised his head with a disheveled face, looked at Balan and said:

"Balan, are we still good brothers?"

Balaam didn't know why he asked this suddenly, but nodded slightly confused.

Su Shi said: "Since we are good brothers, we should share the blessings and suffer together."

After Su Shi finished speaking, he took the last mouthful of the most bitter, fishy and smelly concoction residue at the bottom of the bowl with resolute courage, threw Balan down, pinched his chin, and sent a mouthful of concoction into his mouth without leaking. inside.

Balan hugged him, and swallowed drop by drop the concoction fed into his mouth without changing his expression.

As a male blood nobleman, in addition to the complicated cultural lessons, Balan had to learn various physical arts from an early age.

Among them, the "predation" class is the easiest, and the targets are mainly humans.The lessons will be taught step by step. Even for blood race children less than one meter tall, it is very simple to learn to choose the right human to attack.Learning this skill is as easy as human elementary school students learning long jump and running 400 meters.

"Hunting" is a little more difficult, because the form is more complicated, and the "competition" factor has already appeared. The boys need to compare the prey they have hunted to evaluate each other's abilities.Boys are not only competitive, they are also aggressive.It’s okay to go hunting in private, but on large-scale occasions like family hunting, your performance will affect your reputation in the social circle. It’s inevitable that you will fight for it in private, but everyone’s goal is to snatch the prey and waste time. It is not cost-effective in fighting, so at most bleeding and fractures will occur, and there will be no chasing and fighting.Adults will basically turn a blind eye to this.

"Duel" is simpler than hunting, because hunting requires learning to ride horses, swords, guns, bows and arrows, etc. Duel is just "one-on-one", and there is no limit to blood weapons, and you can do whatever you want.But "Duel" is more dangerous than "Hunting". In principle, one cannot maim the opponent.

——Although the blood race has strong self-healing ability, it is not impossible for them to be injured too badly and be unconscious for several years.

Children have no sense of propriety, as long as there is an adult on the side to be the referee—that is to say, if the duel is conducted according to the rules, they can kill their opponents. Once there is something inappropriate, the adult will suspend the duel.

"Battle" is different.

Although the number of blood clans is small, the technology is advanced. Although the blood clan nobles are also obliged to perform military service, but there is a small battle, and there is no shortage of people to the point where the nobles are required to play.

When a nobleman has to fight, it means that around you, the stable order has begun to crumble.

The purpose of "battle" is to protect one's sisters, wives and daughters, one's own family, and one's own territory. It is not a game that can be terminated at one's own will, or a gentle competition.

It is impossible to become a fighter who can stop a hundred without paying a price.Although the blood race is the strongest in the interstellar, they have their limitations - they are afraid of light, their numbers are scarce, and it is difficult to reproduce. This requires them to at least be able to stop a hundred with one, and then go after one. One thousand, one against ten thousand.

The higher the title, the more careful you are not to fall behind others.

For blood clans who have experienced the "Age of Dawn", their titles are basically obtained by their dedication to that war.Different levels of titles, each city has different regulations, but there is an upper limit.The title is hereditary for three generations. After three generations, if there is no merit that can maintain the title, the title will be skipped and replaced by other blood clans who have accumulated meritorious service.

(It’s actually quite simple to cut the baron. For example, if Balan makes a mistake that the family can’t cover, he will be sentenced by the elders to cut the baron. He can only be awarded the title of baron by his father at the earl level. In the future, if his father Pass the title to Tudor, and Tudor can become an earl, but if it is passed to Balan, Balan can only be a viscount. In this way, the highest title of the Sisera family is only the viscount. Family disgrace.)

Training and fighting is not a matter between little boys and little boys. Noble boys need to learn skills and actual combat with adult blood clans. A child of an earl must be able to defeat at least one viscount-level blood clan man before he becomes an adult. considered excellent.

The bottom line in combat training is "don't kill".

Of course, the strength of the battle teacher's attack is generally a little higher than the student's attack strength."Combat" classes can be pretty easy if students take things lightly.But if the students try their best to beat the teacher, they will inevitably be beaten until they vomit blood.

The process of becoming stronger is the process from when you are hit until you vomit three liters of blood, to when you hit your opponent until you vomit blood for three liters.

Bloodline children are not mature enough to control bloodline power. Although injuries can heal themselves, if serious injuries are not well treated, their bloodline power will be affected—that is to say, your injury is healed, but you The force field of the bloodline has weakened, which is disabled in disguise for the bloodline.

The solution is to drink medicine.

The concoction that Su Shi is drinking now, Balan drank it a lot when he was a child, and he has long been accustomed to the taste.

Su Shi didn't see the pained look on Balan's face, so he couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed.

"..."

Looking at his pale face lacking in blood, Balaam was amused and distressed, but in the end it just turned into a smile.

Su Shi looked down at his handsome face—that face exuded a gentle luster in the ignorant morning light—and also smiled.

As long as it is Balaam, only Balaam.

He doesn't have to choose his words carefully, consider the rules of speaking, don't maintain any self-cultivation or politeness, and worry about whether the occasional inappropriate words will touch an untouchable mimosa in the other party's heart.You can tease him, you can also tease him, whether it is laughing, or even cursing, he understands it.

Even if you do annoy him, you don't have to apologize because you know he knows it was unintentional.

When he wants to be quiet, he won't blame him for being boring and cold; when he wants to be lively, he can always praise his presence, as if he is enjoying it.

If Balaam was a girl, Su Shi felt that she would fall in love with him.

He stretched out his hand to caress Balan's icy cheeks, and saw the deep black eyes reflecting his own eyebrows dyed with morning light. Su Shi lowered his head, his forehead was almost touching Balan's, and the eyes of each other reflected infinitely. :

"...Her beauty has turned this grave into a palace of feasting and light, my love, my wife! Death, though it has sucked the honey from your breath, has not yet power to destroy your beauty ;You have not been conquered by him yet, your lips are still rosy and beautiful. Ah, dear Juliet, why are you still so beautiful? Could it be that the death of nothingness is also a sentimental seed to hide you in the nether world? Cave as his mistress? To prevent such a thing from happening, I will stay here and rest forever. O lips, portal of your breath, give me a legal kiss! Come, guide of bitterness, hasten your Tired of the wind and waves, let's rush to the rock! For my lover, I drank this cup! Ah! The medicine seller did not lie to me, and the medicine took effect very quickly. I just died in a kiss .”

After speaking, he rolled over from Balaam, fell to the side, tilted his head in a death pose, and held a small medicine bowl in his hand.

Balaam sat up and said in a dramatic voice:

"Romeo! O, how pale is his face! What is this? A cup, clutched in the hand of my faithful love? I know, the poison must have killed him. Oh, why don't you keep Give me the next drop? I want to kiss your lips, maybe there is still some poison/medicine left on it, so that I can swallow it like honey and die..."

As he spoke, he leaned over to Su Shi, his face moved closer to his, and his lips kept approaching his...

When the distance between the two was less than an inch, Su Shi burst out laughing, opened his eyes to look at him, and stretched out his hand to push him.Balaam sat up again.

The straight man Dr. Lorga, who enjoyed the drama on the bed, was dumbfounded: "..."

Originally, he thought that the Duke who was standing in front of the hospital bed in a state of embarrassment, and then left immediately when the other party was about to wake up, seemed to be annoyed by Kiriki... Now that he compared it, Lorga suddenly felt that he had misunderstood Duke Xerxes.Duke, that is the normal reaction of a straight man!

Su Shi felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach after making trouble for a while, and because of the hypnotic effect of the concoction, he felt a little tired.

He was lying on the diagonal of the bed in his hospital gown, with his head resting on Balan's lap.

Balaam took out his chest kerchief, stuck it to his lips, and sucked the contaminated juice for him.

Su Shi caught a glimpse of the uncomfortable look of the coffin-faced blood doctor. He turned his head and smiled at Lorga, as if he had seen through his mind, and he didn't take offense, but rather proud of it.

"My, my lips are wet, I know

The trick to losing ancient consciousness in the depths of the bed..."

He rested comfortably on Balaam's lap, and uttered one or two ambiguous lines with his eyes closed.

He raised his hand upwards, as if catching the air.

Balaam freed a hand to take him.

He pinched Balan's hand and put it to his lips for a kiss:

"Facing the eyes that look at me, I replace the bright moon, the morning sun, the blue sky and the stars!

In my bed, impotent angel, ecstasy with excitement

In order to love me, people will be happy even if they suffer the punishment of hell. "

He showed a flirtatious smile that was unintentional to be seen by others, and immediately fell asleep soundly.

After being slightly stunned, Lorga hastily turned around and drew a cross in his heart: the ancestors are above!I am willing to use my mother and fetus to be single for 300 years, and I would rather break than bend for a lifetime!

"..."

Balaam stared at his sleeping face, unconsciously pinched a lock of his blond hair, and gently rubbed it back and forth between his fingers.

When Su Jian fell asleep, he turned around, found a pillow and fell asleep.Balaam covered him with a quilt and stood up. His face, which seemed to be illuminated by an angel's halo, suddenly changed back to the frosty jade-like color of the vampire.

He motioned silently for Lorga to go out with him, and the two walked out of the ward. Balan took Lorga for a long distance before stopping, and turned to look at Lorga beside him:

"Go ahead."

His face was thin and cold, his voice was like silver rust, beautiful but emotionless.

At this moment, Lorga suddenly realized clearly that the person standing in front of him was a high-ranking nobleman, while he was just an insignificant civilian doctor.

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Note:

Two dialogues about Romeo and Juliet, adapted from Act V of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet

In the end, the poem that Brother Su read was adapted from Baudelaire's "Incarnation of the Vampire", so Brother Su changed it casually.

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I wanted to write a kiss scene, but for the sake of the plot, I restrained myself

If Balan is given a little more time, I believe he can win over Brother Su, such as wearing a woman's dress like a lady watching an opera together (smoke)