Love Taker [Quick Transmigration]

It will never hurt you, now go to the feast of blood with me, and show you the real joy..."

blood.

Fresh, sweet blood.

Hunger and thirst surged from his throat, he unconsciously licked his sharp teeth, realizing how much he longed for blood.

I already--

"Do not."

However, reason finally forcibly suppressed the instinct: "I can't."

Ivan looked at Simon in surprise. He didn't expect this man's willpower to be so strong that he could even forcibly restrain the call of blood.

But yes, from what has been seen so far, the recipients seem to have some special features that can be watched by "fate".What's more, the other party is a vampire hunter after all, and he seems to be quite famous.

But anyway, he really couldn't bear it anymore.

Feeling bored, he withdrew his seductive eyes, and the blood race boy on the outside said coldly: "Then do whatever you want. I will go hunting tonight. If you dare to stop me, I will teach you how a blood race should respect his elders." .”

Simon opened his mouth to say something, but remained silent in the end.

The boy's patience had run out, and trying to dissuade him again would only irritate him.

He still can't do anything in the end.

However, Simon realized with astonishment that what disappointed him the most was not the fact that he couldn't stop the vampires from hurting ordinary people, but the indifferent eyes of the young man just now.

Impatient, cold, and even a little disgust that made him terrified.

He was actually terrified by this, but he regretted why he was terrified because of this.

This is bloodline induction, and the former vampire hunter is very aware of this fact.

The bloodborn is always eager to gain the attention of his elders. Because of the elder's smile and joy, he grieves for the elder's sadness. If he is disgusted by that father/mother, the bloodborn will almost feel so painful that he wants to commit suicide, but even this life Not in their own hands.

Before they really grow up, the blood descendants can almost be said to be the attachments of the elders.

Bloodline connection is the nature of bloodlines, which transcends the pure bloodlines of human beings, and is a deeper call of bloodlines.Strict class concept, relying on the strong fetters built by blood.It is the care of the elders and the attachment of the blood descendants.

For the first time since he picked up the gun to exorcise demons for the first time, he felt so clearly and concretely that his fate was in the hands of another dangerous character, and all of this was so natural.

A strange, strange, hopeless feeling, rising from the depths of the blood, mixed with damned humiliation and adoration.

It's the same even if he knows the nature of the blood race very well.

"Such a ceremony is a covenant of blood, indestructible."

But Simon was dazedly aware that he didn't know if he should be comfortable with it.

☆, drink the fourth drop of blood from the neck

The man saw the boy at the intersection of the town.

Wearing white clothes, as if lost and unable to find his home, the teenager wandered in the dim light of the intersection.

Before this, he had never seen such a pure and flawless figure.His white clothes and bewildered expression are pure and simple, even if he is only shaking under the dim light, it seems that with all the moonlight behind him as the background, he just slides down the reins of the moonlight, like an angel who has fallen into the world.

The night is too sweet, like a strange dream.The young man's soft and beautiful figure melted away his exhaustion from working all day.

The man couldn't help but stepped forward and asked the child if he couldn't find his way home.

The boy took a step back, then squatted down.He was sobbing, but he was crying with his head in his knees, hugging his legs.

"I'm very hungry……"

He must have been unable to find a home, and he couldn’t have dinner now. Thinking of this, the man couldn’t help but feel more distressed. He half knelt down, took the child’s hand, and said, don’t cry, I’ll take you home, your home Where?

The boy shook his head and didn't answer, just muttered: "I'm so hungry."

It seemed he was taken aback.The man sighed, slowed down his voice more gently, and asked, how about letting him and himself eat some hamburger and fried chicken.

He remembered that there was a 24-hour fast food restaurant at the end of the street, but for some reason today, the darkness of the night seemed to cover the entire town. From his current position, he couldn't even see the light of the fast food restaurant at the end of the road.

The man felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he couldn't tell the reason.

"Really, are you willing to let me fill my stomach?" the boy asked in surprise.

The current scene seems a little strange.

The light of the street lamp was flickering, the night began to break away from the intoxication of the dream, and there was panic. Something tore open the surface of the darkness, and flowed out from the broken wound. It was very warm, but at the same time it was devouring.

Yes.he answered.

So the child finally put his arms around his neck.

The angel-like boy raised his head, showing a big innocent smile.

——The man saw that his eyes were scarlet like blood.

10 minute later.

"……taste not good."

After a full meal, Ivan grumbled as he looked at the body of the man who fell on the ground.

The long sleep has made him extremely thirsty for blood, as long as it is not frozen plasma, almost anyone will come.But the blood of this kind of man who has been under the pressure of social work all day is really incomparable with the soft and cute girl.

He had to miss those aristocratic sweet girls who wore gorgeous skirts and smiled under the windowsills of tall castles in the Middle Ages, or those commoner girls who peddled seafood along the port and were full of hope for the future.

Forget it, no matter what, it is better than frozen plasma.

Thinking of the experiences of the past few days, Ivan shivered, and then glanced at the man's body on the ground.

After experiencing the past era, he can quite objectively evaluate this returning familiar era.Compared with people in the Middle Ages, modern humans have indeed created more wonderful cultures, but their understanding of dark creatures has declined to almost nothing, and they have no vigilance at all.

Also, and only in this special world, the dark creatures and the hunters who destroy the dark creatures are allowed to take the stage in the shadows.

Evan yawned.

He has slept in the black coffin for a long time, almost like death, but people always feel sleepy when they are full.

The blood race is a nocturnal race, this point is not suitable for sleeping, why not go to the bar to find interesting prey?No, there seems to be no bar in this small town. After all, it is a quiet and small place in the countryside, so I still have to go to the big city.

Thinking of such things, Ivan turned around and walked towards the other side of the road.

But suddenly stopped.

"...Simon?" He tilted his head, looking into the dark.

The young vampire was standing in the shadows watching him for an unknown how long.

Yiwen blinked, looked at the man on the ground again, and suddenly realized: "Oh, he is not dead, but he needs to rest for a while to make up for his blood."

Simon didn't answer.

wrong?

"You want to suck blood? I'll take you to find prey?" Ivan walked towards him, but Simon avoided it in embarrassment.

Ivan noticed that his eyes had turned blood red. It was a miracle that this man could still control the blood-sucking urge in this state.

"Simon?"

"Don't come near me." The man said with difficulty, "I... already..."

"This will damage your body, you have to suck blood." Ivan wanted to hold him while speaking.

Simon took a step back in panic and opened his hand.

The young man stared blankly at his red hand, then looked up at the man.

"Simon?"

His own blood is rebelling.

Realizing this, Ivan looked at him silently.

Simon's gaze back should have been as determined as ever.Just looking at his elder with an inexplicable expression at the moment, he couldn't help but look away, not daring to look at this person.

Ivan sighed: "You are still a child, Simon."

Judging by the ethics of the vampire, although the former vampire hunter has rich experience, as a vampire, he is indeed a child less than ten days old.

It's just a boy with an immature and childish appearance saying such words, no matter how funny they sound, if it weren't for Ivan's serious expression that made him unable to laugh, Simon really felt the wonderful joy of this scene.

The boy held out his hand to him.

Simon's body stiffened, but he didn't try to dodge any more. After feeling Ivan grab his shoulders and force him to kneel down, the other party approached.

The boy exposed his white neck.

The young vampire stared blankly at the neck, unable to think about what the situation was, but the vampire's instinct had overwhelmed his confusion, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and finally he couldn't restrain himself, bared his fangs, and ruthlessly He bit his elder's neck hard.

The blood of the same kind is the most suitable for digestion, and it can be said to be a delicacy for the vampires.It's just that a vampire will never show its soft neck to the same kind that it knows how dangerous it is, let alone let it be sucked by it without defense like it is now.

This is his elder.

Instinct is gasping.

Undoubtedly, deep in his blood, his whole body and mind, without exception, longed for the boy in front of him.

The bloodborn is the attachment of the elder, he longs to be his property, to be dominated and possessed by him.He also has a dark and unspeakable desire, longing for the other party, longing to possess him, and mixing him into his own flesh and blood.

I want to tear up that careless and idle smile and dye it with my own color. The clear eyes are more intoxicating than the wine of Dionysus. The slow overflow drowns all the sternness, and sin is born from this.

When the hot tears flow from the heart to the cheeks, drawing cruel and warm blood gullies on the frozen soil of time, when the night falls, kiss his neck, and pick the safe and doting fruit, holding your breath in the wind, a bell rings in the chaos: Time is up.

The elder's blood poured into his throat, and the blood of the high-ranking person tasted like strong wine, making his throat feel like it was on fire, but he couldn't stop at all, he was completely intoxicated by it.

He longs for him.

Blood, longing, obsession, longing, reverence, love.

The good wine of blood, what kind of feeling does this feel—ah——

The feeling of being sucked by someone else's blood is absolutely uncomfortable, but the desire to feel his own blood has restrained Ivan's anxiety.

Being sucked by a vampire should not be a painful experience. Most vampires will make the other party feel pleasure beyond the sexual peak when they suck blood. Therefore, there are many wonderful and fantasy stories about the vampire itself.

But at this point, Simon is definitely half-baked.Evan felt super pain.

But the feeling of blood flowing away was still strange and pleasant, his breathing became heavy, but he could still restrain himself, so when he felt that Simon had almost lost his mind, Ivan still pulled back his mind and forcibly Push him away.

Then, facing the beast-like dissatisfied growl from the man's throat, he unceremoniously suppressed it with the blood of the elders.

Simon seemed to have been splashed with ice water from his head, and finally woke up with a jolt.

He was still holding Ivan's hand, staring at him blankly, then suddenly realized something, and subconsciously stepped back.

"How does it feel? It's the first time to suck blood." Ivan glanced at him, then glanced at his lower body, showing a wonderful smile, "It seems to feel very good, um... the capital is also very good, how about it, do you want it?" I……"

The hunter blew up directly: "Don't get close! Don't look!"

This appearance reminds Ivan of a cat with fur. Although it barks its teeth and claws, except for scratching your face when it is really urgent, it has no real lethality.

He couldn't help laughing, leaned up and touched Simon's head - thanks to the tall man who was half kneeling: "Are you still cute sometimes?"

Such a damn weird description that Simon had never heard before.

He stared at Ivan stiffly, and finally looked away as if he couldn't bear it.

But he felt strangely happy in his heart, he could only grit his teeth, and secretly resented, knowing why in his heart.

He should hate vampires, but now he has become the same kind of vampires, not to mention... There is this damned inescapable admiration and dependence.

Ivan went back to the house and had a good sleep.

Although he was already full, being sucked blood made him weak all over. He only felt exhausted and fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

Therefore, Ivan didn't know that Simon sat on the chair beside the bed at some point, watching him silently for the whole night.

The next day, Ivan opened his eyes, and the first words he said were: "They are here."

Simon stood up immediately and began to organize his equipment.As a vampire hunter, he is always equipped with common weapons, but in this situation, he must be fully prepared.

Ivan stopped him: "We don't fight, get out of here."

"Where?"

Warm brown eyes watched.

Simon put his hand on the gun and turned his head to listen to his arrangement.His face was so serious that he didn't realize that this was the first time he had given the initiative of action to another person.

Ivan asked: "Where is the nearest city? Noisy human voices can confuse their investigation."

"……I understand."

So Simon packed up and didn't have anything to pack, and when he was about to leave, he bumped into the priest who was walking towards the church outside the courtyard.

The kind old priest looked at them with a smile on the opposite side, waved his hand after saying hello, as if he wanted to say something to them.

Simon felt a little uneasy, so he signaled Ivan to wait there first, and walked over by himself, not realizing that his behavior was subconsciously protecting the elder.

"Are you leaving?" asked the priest.

Simon paused: "Yes."

The priest said with a smile: "This is also very good. I am very happy to be able to provide you with a shelter. I wish you a safe journey from now on."

"...do you know who we are?"

"You smell of blood, don't you?" The priest looked at him with gentle and serene eyes, still smiling, "You are a very good person, I can see it. You are different from him, maybe it is too late to recover now, father Will kiss every believer who surrenders to him."

He whispered the hymn: "'God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.'"

Simon followed the priest's gaze and looked at Ivan who was leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.

The blood race boy with the appearance of a boy looked bored and impatient with waiting, kicking the fence behind him with his feet, which was still very childish.

Simon asked, "He can't be bailed out, can he?"

"His sin has scarred him."

The former vampire hunter was silent, then shook his head: "I don't have a biological father, and God is not my father, but he... is my father now, that's all."

The priest sighed regretfully, but said nothing more. He just smiled gently at him and watched Simon walking towards Ivan without taking any action.

Ivan's final form of transportation of choice was a car.

The car bought from a second-hand car dealer in the town, because both of them have no money, the way to buy it is to hypnotize the boss.Although dilapidated, the white body is still very handsome.

Ivan eagerly wanted to jump into the driver's seat, but Simon refused. He would not let an old antique who had been sleeping since the Middle Ages drive a sports car that he wanted to sit in.

So until the car got on the expressway, Ivan sat in the passenger seat pouting and sulking.

He leaned against the porthole, watching the trees, birds and the vast plains pass quickly outside the car, looking at the sky, the earth, the clouds but not Simon.

The newborn vampire just glanced at his elder's malicious showmanship, but didn't speak.

It wasn't until he got off the highway and gradually entered the urban area that Yiwen's emotions began to rise again.

He lowered the car window, pressed his hand on the top of the car door, and looked at the vehicles and people passing by with interest.The blurred neon lights, the passionate music, the people talking and laughing loudly, those bustling scenes made his scarlet eyes shine brightly like stars.

"Put on a disguise." Simon had to urge him, and then asked, "Have you never seen a city?"

"Of course the city has existed for a long time." After all, he is not an ancient vampire who survived the age of gods, but a blood clan who was lucky enough to be embraced for the first time. Yiwen laughed as he said, "But, I have never seen a modern city."

The juvenile-looking vampire was as excited as a real child.Simon turned his head slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "So you don't know all of this?"

Ivan denied: "No! Blood will tell me about human memory, times, highways, banks, salesmen, it's just that this world has become too bizarre."

While looking out excitedly, Ivan, who was talking endlessly, was not at all cold and heartless when Simon first met him in the castle.

he is a child.thought Simon.

He thought again of the child who was pulled out of the dark room in his dream, and the silver light, the knife glowing with silver light was held high under the light of the bonfire.

"Simon~Where is this place~!" The boy smiled and looked back at him, his eyes sparkling.

Simon glanced at the street signs beside the road.

"Ponze."

He said.

"—The City of Fog, Pangze."

In the small town, warm sunlight shone down.

It was a calm day like any other day.In the distance, the laughter of church students could be heard, and the priest knelt in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary, praying quietly.

There was no sound of footsteps coming from the door, but suddenly there were several people standing beside him.

"Father, where did the two people who were here before go? A man and a brat." A man in clothes covered with metal pendants looked at him with a smile on his face.

The priest shook his head gently: "No such person has ever been here."

The warm day has turned cold for nothing.

The visitor still had a smile on his face: "You have seen them, please don't take us for fools, Father, otherwise there will be some things that few of us don't want to see happen."

The priest closed his eyes and replied gently: "Maybe. But I have seen too many people. Although this town is not big, it is on the side of the road, and there are too many people coming and going."

The man sighed and was about to say something when the companion beside him sneered, and as the air was cut open, sharp teeth grew out of the hand of the man, which looked like fingernails, but they were of a length that normal humans would not keep : "You talk too much nonsense, you shouldn't drag this human being, Mosuo!"

The man shrugged his shoulders and took a step back in a casual attitude.

"I regret that."

boom!

☆, drink the fifth drop of blood from the neck

One-third of the year is covered by thick fog.Pangze, the night of this neon-corroded metropolis is full of hustle and bustle that does not belong to traditional European cities.

So there will always be some traditional European old people muttering, this is a devil's city.

For them, the devil's city is equivalent to the new continent that can only be reached across the Atlantic Ocean.But ordinary humans probably don't realize that this casual name also reflects those creatures that are active in the dark to a certain extent.

The lights are brightly lit all night, and Pangze, where men and women release ambiguous desires under the shaking lights, is a boiling hell in the world, conveying desire and depravity at night.

The brighter the night lights, the more darkness there is under the lights.

In the end, even those dark creatures who hunted and killed humans couldn’t tell the difference between the hunters who killed their evil. Is it the shadow world that cannot be revealed on the bright side that makes this city so prosperous, or is it because of It is so prosperous that it attracts so many ghosts.

In any case, at the first sight of this place, Ivan conformed to his blood nature and fell in love with this place with a strong dark atmosphere.

He happily walked quickly through the crowd, occasionally knocking a few people away because of his haste.

Not everyone has a good temper, but even if you want to get angry, once you see the innocent boy who is still showing a child's happy smile in the face of glaring, you will forcefully suppress your anger.

After all, no one really dislikes a cute and innocent child, not to mention this boy is as sweet as a thin angel.

So Simon, who was hurriedly chasing after him, inexplicably got several chants, the content of which was nothing more than "Take care of your brother".

...so why does everyone think that guy is his brother?

Ivan dangled around like this, but when he turned around, he found that Simon was no longer in sight.

He paused, but he still turned around to look for him, but the flow of people was really crowded, and he obviously wanted to squeeze out of a certain gap, but he accidentally bumped into another person.

"Be careful, kid, you are so short and still running around, be careful not to be stepped on by others."

The person he hit was not angry, but stopped, bent down and patted his head.The young man standing in front of him laughed cynically and teasingly.

Ivan was secretly upset at his condescending attitude, and was about to leave with a straight face, but suddenly stopped.

This guy... obviously looks like an unscrupulous young man who often goes to nightclubs, but he smells very good.

He took the young man's hand with a puzzled look on his face, and sniffed it carefully.

Yes, it smells good.

It's the smell of blood in the body.

This guy is a hunter.

Ivan confirmed this guess in his heart.

Vampire hunters kill vampires all year round, so the smell of their blood will disgust vampires.But hunters who specialize in hunting other dark creatures don't have that kind of blood restraint, so the situation is different.

Those who can lurk in the shadows and hunt those natural creatures are mostly strong, and the strong represent the abundant power in the blood.

That is, equivalent to, delicious.

So the innocent and pure boy like an angel showed a big smile, and looked a little sad: "Big brother, I... I can't find my brother, there are so many people..."

He tried hard to show his usual cheerful smile, but in the end he couldn't control his flat mouth and began to sob.

The young man silently looked at the boy who was crying while hugging his thigh, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Did he... run into trouble?

However, Ivan finally relied on the tactics of tears, and succeeded in making the shadow hunter, who seemed hard-spoken and soft-hearted, take him to find the missing "brother".

Following what he referred to as "the way we came here", the two left the dense flow of people and continued to go deeper into the remote path.

Until the light footsteps stopped somewhere, Ivan suddenly turned his head, pointed at the house next to the path with joy, and said with a smile: "My home is there. Look! My brother is waiting for me at the door!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the young man's finger.

Then, the child who was still full of joy just now turned around suddenly and slammed the opponent into the wall.Sharp fangs were exposed under the lips, and the vampire showing his true face pulled him by the shoulders and forced him to lower his height, intending to bite the neck that exposed the attractive blood vessels.

"I just said you're too short, brat."

The gun that was thrown high was grasped familiarly by the well-prepared young man, and he fired three shots at the young-looking vampire.

The ominous breath, the smell of piercing the air, one can feel that it is an enchanted silver bullet. Even if there is no special spell for damage to vampires, it has the same effect against dark creatures.

It may even be fatal to him who has not recovered yet.

Evan was forced to back away.

"Why?" The boy showed a sad expression. He clutched his heart that couldn't beat, and wanted to cry, "I just... just want to make a friend..."

Really cute.

This child looks very cute.

Therefore, even though he knew that this guy was probably a monster who had lived for an unknown number of years, the hunter hesitated for a moment when he saw his crying expression that seemed to be crying.

This moment of hesitation was enough for Ivan.His eyes were scarlet almost bleeding, his clothes fluttered like bat wings, and he appeared in front of his opponent in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk!" The defensive formation under his feet exploded, and the young man took a step back, pointing the silver gun at the brow of the vampire, "It's over, vampire."

Then there was gunfire.

The young man lay down on the ground and rolled on the ground narrowly and narrowly before dodging the gun that was aimed at him just now in embarrassment.

He raised his head in astonishment, only then did he see a figure that appeared across the alley at some point.

"you……"

That figure was too familiar, and the actions he made were so shocking that he couldn't react for a while.

Ivan looked along the light, and recognized at a glance that this was his recipient this time, that is, his companion who had been acting together during this period.

"Simon!" The dangerous character disguised as a naive boy smiled innocently, waved to the visitor, and happily called his name.

The new blood race standing at the intersection looked at his so-called father with a heavy face, and finally walked into the alley and stood in front of him, separating Ivan from the hunters from the Hunter Union, so as not to bring danger to his elders.

But the hunter was shocked: "Feng Ya? It's you?!"

Simon frowned and looked at him, only to realize that this was his acquaintance—or the one who used to be a vampire hunter.

For Simon, who has always been elusive and mainly acts alone, the experience of several times of cooperating to wipe out dark creatures can already be regarded as a rather close social relationship.

But now the warm brown eyes are faintly scarlet in the darkness, and the dark aura flowing on his body is closer to evil besides the power of exorcism, all of which show that the young hunter who has gained a reputation for his powerful and calm achievements has long ago It's not like it used to be.

The other party had no choice but to reveal the fact stiffly: "You...became a vampire, what happened?!"

yes.thought Simon.

Will the Hunter Guild let outsiders know about that, so there is no way to directly hunt down and kill the former Feng Ya.The news has not been leaked to the outside world, and hunters have always been elusive, so it is not surprising that he disappeared during this time.

But it is different now, once the news of him becoming a blood race is known to others, the union can justifiably want him in the name of clearing the hunter's shame.

"I'm injured." He replied simply and concisely, "This is not your area of ​​activity, Garland, you shouldn't be here."

Garland looked at him suspiciously, then at Ivan behind him, hesitating for a moment: "The Sanguinary Gathering...I'm here to help them, don't you know?"

Blood Moon Feast.

Simon remembered.On the annual blood clan gathering day, all high-level blood clans will appear, even minor nobles can be invited to attend, and before the blood clan prince disappears, the prince himself will even host the blood moon banquet.

Ivan, who was standing behind, complained: "Don't get involved, Simon, can I suck him?"

suck?Of course Garland knew what he meant, and he stared at Simon in disbelief with his eyes open, and saw the latter nod, aiming his gun at him at the same time to keep him from moving.

"Feng Ya, you actually... ah, it hurts so much, you brat, stop!"

The young man let out a terrible cry.

It seems that my blood-sucking technique is particularly bad.Evan muttered in his heart.

Anyway, he has never really sucked dead people, as long as he tastes the amount of blood that satisfies him, he will withdraw rationally.

So he continued to indulge in the strong man's delicious blood full of strength and vitality with peace of mind.

Mmm, delicious.

"Simon, do you want to taste it?" Ivan licked his teeth, and he withdrew his fangs after sucking blood. "His blood is delicious."

"……Need not."

Simon silently glanced at his former colleague.

The young man fell on the base of the wall, his face was covered as if his body had been hollowed out.jpg.The exhaustion after being sucked blood and the unspeakable residual joy made the other party feel ashamed. Simon suspected that if he took another bite, this person would either die from ischemia or die from shame.

The moon in the sky is high and beautiful.

It was close to a full moon, and the black sky was brightly illuminated by the lights of the city, which instead made the moon look ominously bloody.The blue moonlight is silently hidden in the bright neon lights.

Ivan said, "I want to go to the Blood Moon Banquet."

Simon had never seen such a quiet and silent expression on his face.

"Someone might recognize us there, so we must hide our identities." The boy continued.

Simon frowned: "It's dangerous."

Ivan waved his hand to indicate that he knew the situation well: "I know, but...I want to know his situation."

He explained, "He is my elder, um, my father. I haven't seen him since I woke up. I heard that his condition is not good. Those blood races can tell me the answer."

Simon remembered that this innocent and cruel vampire who seemed to have two faces had only once shown a confused expression in the old castle so far.

tell me where he is.

With a trembling and helpless voice, the boy begged the enemy.

and also,

The tip of the knife exudes silver light.The fiery glow of a campfire.The figure that appeared in the crowd.

"...I see," he replied.

☆, drink the sixth drop of blood from the neck

The pointer of the clock tower turns to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. During the day, the bright golden dust is restrained, while the night is covered with heavy and thick robes, covering the traces of the sky.

The full moon climbed up the treetops, there were thousands of laughter in the night wind, and the woods whispered to each other darkly.The forest of this dark night, the vague blue moon night, seems to sing at the end of the abyss, cursing the name of the god.

But this is where the carnival feast begins.

Going around the grove, parked outside the magnificent castle is a luxury carriage that should not belong to this era, and the blood races rushed from far away places one by one.

Reserved and prosperous, it was the most important banquet for the blood races, so no one noticed the two insignificant people who appeared at the blood moon banquet.

——Hiding among the many servants, the blood servant with an ordinary face, holding a glass of wine with his head bowed, and an ordinary little vampire nobleman who had never met him and came from a remote country place.

The roof of the castle hall showed a surprisingly bright full moon outside, and it seemed to be stained with an ominous red in the overflowing smell of blood.Big bunches of bright red roses set off the layers of large curtains, and blood race men and women in formal attires, male or female, walk among them gracefully.

Even among the long-inherited dark creatures, the vampire is one of the most traditional races.Emphasis on bloodlines, family, badges, and reputation, these rigid hierarchical systems, so that those who can appear here at this moment must be powerful bloodlines with at least a large territory and blood servants.

Elegant music, mysterious tones, a grand party under the blood moon.

The almost pale fingers gently pinched the crystal cup, and drank the scarlet liquid inside. Only the fangs were exposed for a moment, and then the white gloves gently wiped them gently, only the tip of the tongue licked the corners of the lips , sweet and ambiguous.

Ivan sat in a corner with a bright red rose in his hand, watching all this boredly.

The blood race is too traditional, so much so that what he saw made him feel a little funny.

After sleeping for so long, the Blood Moon Banquet turned out to be no different from the one hundred years ago when he was asleep.

Someone is approaching.

Ivan turned his head slightly, and saw Simon dressed as a blood servant approaching him, lowered the tray, his voice was gentle and polite, and he smiled politely and reservedly at him: "Sir, do you need wine?"

I really didn't expect to see him like this.

Ivan stared at him with interest, and after Simon's smile was a little stiff, he suddenly showed a smile, holding a rose close to his cheek.

The distance was too close, as if he was about to kiss through the roses. Simon looked a little uncomfortable, but he still restrained his urge to back away.

As a vampire hunter, it was not once or twice that he disguised his identity and mingled with his prey.Although still unable to look at Ivan scarlet