Mr. Dior

The Demon King picked up the box and showed it to the fans in the live broadcast room. He bared his fangs for a while and didn't understand: "What kind of punishment is this?"

Some fans reacted quickly.

【Could it be that because you are playing a vampire, you will be given garlic to poison you! 】

[Hahahahaha, it makes sense! 】

【Chen Fei's father is going to give you a death sentence! 】

The devil asked the executive sister again, and it was really Zhang Chenfei who called and asked to add sugar and garlic for him.With a sad face, he pinched a garlic clove. The sweet and sour garlic exudes a sweet fragrance, which makes people appetite.

"Why did you give me a death sentence because I asked the boss for two dollars? Don't the poor have no human rights?" The devil angrily removed his two fangs, took a bite, and read out the current popular costume The line in the drama "The Demon Queen", "Empress, the old minister is really wronged!"

The fans burst into laughter, and the screen was swamped with limited gifts for a moment.

[The Art Demon King received "Condolences from Veteran Cadres" x3, sound effect: It has nothing to do with this female comrade! 】

Papa Jiao’s emoji contains the goddess sprinkling flowers, the sound effects are played repeatedly, no one cares about the life and death of the little vampire, the screen is full hahaha.

The human world is so cold-blooded and ruthless!

The sweet and sour sugar garlic is just right with the noodles.After taking a mouthful of garlic, the devil picked up the noodles with fried sauce and began to eat them.The game characters are not fighting at the moment, and are automatically hoeing in their own yard.

All equipment in the Shifei Game Test Center is top-of-the-line, including microphones.The sound of eating is transmitted into the live broadcast room through a valuable microphone, with the continuous echo of a high-end sound card.The sound of "baji" when eating noodles is soft and waxy, the sound of "click" when biting sugar and garlic is crisp, and the sound of "gurgling" when drinking lemon tea is enjoyable, which will whet your appetite.

[God A looks delicious after eating. 】

【Sorry, I'm new here. Is this a food show? 】

[Yes, yes, this is Art's live broadcast room. 】

Jiao Qi looked at the devil eating sweetly on the screen, and suddenly felt a little hungry.

Seeing Xiaojiao's wife swallowing, Zhang Chenfei thought he was scared, and closed the live broadcast room triumphantly.The following picture is too bloody, so I won't show it to him.

I don't want to scare him too much, but let him know how powerful he is.The blood prince lowered his head and rubbed the soft lips of the little sacrifice: "Remember, no one can disobey the order of the blood prince, and neither can you."

"I also want to eat noodles with fried sauce and garlic." Xiaojiao's wife said without any sense of crisis.

"Have you forgotten your identity?" Mr. Dior smiled and pinched his little wife's chin, his eyes were cold, "Are you eating sweet garlic to assassinate the king?"

"..."

"You are so naughty, I can only suck you dry."

"Hey! Bastard... um..."

Half an hour later, the little sacrifice, who had been drained dry by the vampire prince, huddled weakly on the sofa.The brutal blood prince is patting cucumbers in the kitchen.After a while, the hot fried noodles came out of the pan, along with a plate of cold cucumbers.There is no need to eat sugar and garlic, and the sweet and sour cucumbers are used to make up.

After paying a heavy price for the small sacrifice, he finally ate the fried noodles that he had been thinking about, and forced the blood prince to drink a pot of herbal tea.

The next morning, it began to rain outside.

One autumn rain and one cold, the weather suddenly turned cold.The air is full of humidity, sweeping away the dryness of late summer and early autumn.

While Zhang Diao was driving, Jiao Qi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, reached out and patted his head.Thanks to the weather, the little pimple has almost gone down.

"Where are you going tonight this Friday?" Jiao Qi turned around and asked him, if he decided to go to the villa as usual, he might as well ask his aunt to send Guangzong directly at noon, which would save the two of them another trip after get off work.

"Take you to my old castle," Mr. Vampire turned to look at him, "and take your virginity on the big bed sprinkled with rose petals."

"My virginity is long gone." Jiao Qi rolled his eyes, sent a message to his aunt, looked up at the pattering autumn rain outside the car window, and lowered his eyes to ask Annie to confirm the date.

Annie: That's right, it's tomorrow.Need to order flowers for you?

"No need." Jiao Qi sent a message to the housekeeper, turned to look at Mr. Vampire who was still wearing a jazz cap, and sighed softly.

The autumn rain is slightly cool, and the temperature changes suddenly. It is a good thing for the big dick who is angry, but it is a disaster for those who are not in good health.

"The matter of you giving sugar and garlic to the devil is on the hot search again. Little Jasmine is planning to add a new game related to sugar and garlic...Ah..." When the male secretary was reporting to Zhang Chenfei, he suddenly turned around and covered his mouth Sneezed.

"Cold?" Jiao Qi, who was sitting on the table next to him, looked up at him.

"Sorry." The male secretary took out a tissue.

"Many people in the company have caught a cold," the female secretary Susu came in with an attendance confirmation form. "The technical department reported that seven programmers asked for leave."

Programmers who turn day and night are relatively fragile.Shifei Technology has always encouraged them to work during the day as much as possible, and also set up a gym in the building.However, the results are minimal, and when an epidemic occurs, the technical department is always the first to die.

"The human body is really fragile." Zhang Chenfei sneered, mocking these weak creatures ruthlessly.

"That's right," Susu replied inexplicably, "I have to tell the administration department to ask them to buy some Radix Banlangen for everyone to drink."

"You have a drink, too." His Excellency the Prince looked at his weak little wife.

"No, I haven't had a cold for several years." Jiao Qi shook his head, refusing to drink something that only children would drink.

"Hush—" Mr. Vampire suddenly moved to the side of the little sacrifice, and stretched out a slender finger against the soft lips, not allowing him to speak, "Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, the devil will hear it."

In the past, the older generation had this kind of saying, you can't brag that your child won't get sick recently, and if you say it right, you will definitely get sick at night.The two secretaries were dumbfounded, and trembling from the embarrassment of their own president, they went out shaking their hands and feet.

After a while, Shifei staff group.

[Secretary Susu: Don't go to the president's office if you have nothing to do recently. There is a large-scale dog slaughter scene, and you will never return. 】

However, it turns out that His Royal Highness' concerns are not superfluous.Back at the villa at night, Jiao Qi spoke with a nasal voice, and his head started to hurt after dinner.

"Just take some cold medicine." Jiao Qi asked the housekeeper to look for cold medicine in the medicine cabinet.

"No! You can't eat indiscriminately. How can you be sure it's a cold?" Mr. Vampire didn't believe in human judgment and insisted on calling Quede.

So, on a rainy autumn night, Imperial Physician Que De was summoned by the tyrant again and ordered to arrive within an hour.

"Today's road conditions, you pay me five times the money, and you can't make it in an hour! If you are in an emergency, you can call the hospital to send a helicopter." On a rainy day, traffic jams everywhere, the road is slippery and can't drive fast, Que De hurried, Finally, within an hour and a half, they arrived at Lord Nicholas' castle.

After looking at it for a while, I didn't see any other problems, it was just a common cold.

"If you feel uncomfortable, take two cold medicines. If you don't feel uncomfortable, don't worry about it. You will be fine in seven days."

But Zhang Chenfei didn't believe it: "I was fine in the morning, but I suddenly caught a cold. Could it be caused by excessive blood loss?"

"Huh? Excessive blood loss? Why did you lose blood?" Que De, who was listening to the stethoscope, was taken aback, and asked with concern, "If there is a large amount of blood loss, it will indeed cause the body to become weak and prone to infection."

"That's it, ten drops of blood, one drop... um..."

Jiao Qi hurriedly covered Zhang Dacock's mouth, glanced outside the bedroom door, the housekeeper and servants were not there, and said with a sigh of relief: "Don't listen to him, he's still in the plot."

As the only third person who knew about Zhang Chenfei's illness, Que De nodded his head in understanding.

Zhang Chenfei broke away from his little wife's hand, jumped up and grabbed Que De by the collar, and pushed him against the door with a bang: "Can you guarantee that he has a common cold? Think it over. If you misdiagnose If you don't, I'll screw your head off and eat french fries with the blood from your heart."

Que De blinked: "Dip french fries with my blood? Are you playing a vampire? Cool!" Instantly understood what kind of script this was, and the eyes of the private doctor who liked vampire culture very much gleamed.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Jiao Qi rubbed his dizzy head, pulled away his old Gong, personally sent Que De down the stairs, and asked him about the progress of his mentor.

"There's not much progress yet. He's going to Huaguo for an academic exchange recently, and maybe he can find an opportunity for you to meet him." Que De shrugged.

Jiao Qi was not interested in seeing Que De's mentor, this was not a medical issue, but a technical issue.Zhang Chenfei had contacted Que De's mentor when he was awake, and asked him to contact the anti-intellectual brain organization in the United States to see if he could get the core data of the intellectual brain company from the United States.

What he needs to see is the data, not the old man.

He went upstairs with his head that was throbbing with pain, and nestled softly under the quilt.The cold was so fierce that Jiao Xi couldn't help but wonder if it was due to his recent kidney deficiency.Ever since Zhang Dade fell ill, his kidneys haven't had a good rest.

"The human body is really too fragile." His Excellency the Prince sighed and hugged the limp little sacrifice into his arms.It was obviously just a sacrifice offered by mortals, an insignificant little dessert for him, but once he thought that this little thing would die one day, his heart that had been silent for thousands of years would throb with pain.

Jiao Qi, who was extremely sleepy after taking the cold medicine, didn't hear what Lao Gong said, buried his face in his arms, and fell asleep peacefully.

Zhang Chenfei didn't sleep, he held his little wife in his arms and kept watch in the middle of the night, making sure that he didn't have a fever or his heartbeat stopped, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while.

On Saturday morning, it was still raining outside, and everywhere was wet.

The butler walked in holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums with water drops, and said hello to the two gentlemen who got up: "Breakfast is ready, do you need a car later?"

Jiao Qi felt much better after sleeping, but his nose was still a little stuffy: "Let the driver take us there, I don't want to drive today."

"Okay." The butler nodded in response, turned around and went out to make arrangements.

A black Maybach hovered on the mountain road. Because of the rainy weather, the mountain was extremely deserted.The winding asphalt road is scattered with yellow leaves, soaked by the rain, as if printed on it.

Mr. Vampire was unusually quiet along the way, and didn't ask where he was going.He got out of the car and opened his big black umbrella, and walked into the cemetery step by step with his little wife in his arms.

Today is the death day of Zhang Chenfei's mother.

On the black stele, there is a picture of a young woman embedded.It was an extremely beautiful and somewhat heroic woman, looking at the camera with a bright smile.Zhang Chenfei's eyebrows and eyes are very much like his mother.

Jiao Qi put the white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tomb, took out a handkerchief to wipe the photo, and said in a low voice, "Mom, we're here to see you."

Zhang's mother died when Zhang Chenfei was in junior high school. She suffered from a sudden illness at a young age.

Holding an umbrella, Zhang Chenfei stood behind his little wife, silently looking at the photo on the tombstone, raised his eyes, and suddenly saw a touch of pink hidden behind the tombstone.

"Wait." His Excellency the Prince pulled up his little wife, put the umbrella into his hand, stepped forward, and pulled out the pink rose placed behind the tombstone.

Fresh pink roses tied in a heart shape with a ribbon.

"Chen Fei..." Jiao Qi couldn't stop him, and the rose was slammed to the ground by Zhang Chen Fei.

"How can a mortal's flower be worthy of her." Mr. Dior's tone was cold, and he couldn't tell whether it was the truth or a line.Step on the black leather shoes, crushing the delicate flowers into mud.

Jiao Qi sighed. If he guessed correctly, the flower should have been sent by Zhang Chenfei's father.After all these years, he still couldn't forgive his father.

Going to the cemetery in the rain won't do any good for a cold.Jiao Qi kept sneezing when he got back to the villa, and he felt better after taking a hot bath.Another day of drowsy sleep, and a little fever at night.

As for the prince who came back from worshiping his mother, his mood became very bad, and it didn't ease until the next day.Watching over his little wife all day long, never leaving her, even following her to the bathroom.

"I have a cold, not Dujie, can I still fly?" Jiao Qi was speechless sitting on the toilet.He is much better now, no fever or headache.

"I have something important to tell you. I'll be waiting for you outside." The elegant vampire leaned over, kissed the corner of the little wife's lips, and went out to close the door in a gentlemanly manner.

When Jiao Qi cleaned up and came out of the shower, he saw a bed full of petals and a Mr. Vampire with a rose in its mouth.

"Bada", the kerchief in his hand fell to the floor, Jiao Qi looked at the concave Zhang Dao leaning against the bed: "You are..."

He was picked up suddenly and put into the pile of petals, and the petals were immediately attached to his undried hair.Jiao Qi struggled to get up.

The bright roses, against the fair skin of the little sacrifice, looked extremely delicious.Mr. Dior licked his lips, followed the pace of jazz dance, climbed up slowly and rhythmically, and caught the little guy who was trying to escape.Caressing the light-colored lips, took the rose and swiped it lightly: "Young man...you must be a curse written by the gods thousands of years ago, otherwise, why would I become so crazy?"

"Speak human." Jiao Qi couldn't help frowning as he was tickled by the rose in his hand.

"Your body is too fragile, let me give you a first hug. Turn you into a vampire, and have endless lives like me." The prince chanted affectionately, threw away the rose, and hugged the little sacrifice into his arms .

First embrace, Jiao Qi knows.It is said that a high-level vampire can turn an ordinary person into a vampire. It must first suck the blood of this person, and then in turn give people the blood of this vampire.

"You...what do you want to do?" Jiao Qi pushed him away a little, and asked uncertainly.

"I will suck your blood essence first, and then when you are weak and dying, I will use my blood essence to irrigate you and send it to the deepest part of your body. If you can survive it, you will succeed."

This method does not seem very traditional, it sounds weird.

Jiao Qi was silent for a moment: "You just don't want to wear a condom?"

"Well...you can say that too."