[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

After the voice fell, the furniture ran towards the basement in groups.In a blink of an eye, the hall of the castle has become empty, leaving only plates and spoons without hands and feet.I was going to run down to the basement with the furniture, but I hesitated a moment, and helped Mrs. Teapot carry them into the closet.

I thought it wouldn't take much time.Unexpectedly, as soon as the tableware was escorted back to the closet, a tall black figure jumped down from the third floor.My heart tightened, and I immediately ran in the opposite direction.

Lambert rested on the ground with one hand, breathing rapidly, his pupils had turned blood red out of control, and he couldn't see any rational emotion.He lowered his head, the tips of his ears trembled like a leopard on the hunt, his barb-like sharp nails were deep into the floor, and he exuded a strong and dangerous aura all over his body.

There is a small room behind the spiral staircase, presumably for the night watch servants.I ran over, grabbed the doorknob, and shook it twice.Not open.After a delay of two seconds, Lambert was already standing behind me.

His eyesight seems to have become extremely poor. Even though I stood in front of him, his eyes did not change. Instead, he raised his nose and sniffed my scent carefully.His animalization was more serious than I imagined. Black scales spread like a plague, almost covering his whole body, and the bones of his fingers could no longer bend like normal humans.

I took a step back and crouched slowly, trying to escape from under his arms.His head turned with my movements.

The clock on the wall suddenly said: "It's useless, he is not looking at you with his eyes now, but is identifying your position based on the heat radiating from your body. You can't escape."

Lambert heard the sound and "looked" at the clock.It immediately shut its mouth tightly, not even daring to swing the pendulum.

The... heat radiating from me?

Does it mean that as long as my body gets cold, I can't see me?

If you want your body to get cold, there are two ways, one is to run outside the castle, the other is... take off your clothes.

Thank goodness I was wearing only a muslin jacket and trousers today, and it didn't take as much effort to take off as a skirt.However, as soon as I undid a button, he was keenly aware of it and threw me to the ground.His nails were so sharp that they scratched my clothes.All I felt was a stabbing pain in my shoulder.The smell of blood filled the air.He scratched my shoulder.

Bleeding at this time is obviously not a good thing.I saw him lower his head, his eyes were always out of focus, but his Adam's apple rolled, making a swallowing motion.

My scalp is numb.What does he want to do?suck my blood?

"Lambert..." I tried to communicate with him, "Can you hear me?"

His eyes were empty, but the tips of his ears were trembling.I don't know if I heard it.

The smell of blood surged in the air.His head dropped even lower, the tip of his nose almost touching mine.His skin was as cold as ice, but his breath was as hot as fire.I couldn't help shivering and got goosebumps on my arms.

Probably my trembling aroused his interest.His pupils became even more red, his lips moved slightly, and his tongue slipped out like a snake letter, almost touching my cheek.

Seeing that his head was getting lower and lower, and was about to move to my shoulder, I gritted my teeth and called him again: "Lambert..."

He didn't respond.

In the blink of an eye, I dipped a little blood on my fingertips and handed it to his lips.His head immediately followed my fingers.Taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly got up from the ground and ran to the spacious place.It's a pity that this method can only quench thirst by drinking poison, and within a few seconds, he followed like a tail.

When running, the blood from the shoulder accidentally dripped on the ground.It has to be said that the noble bearing is innate.Even though he had lost his mind, he didn't throw himself on the ground to lick the blood in an ugly way, but knelt on one knee on the ground, dipped it with a finger, and brought it to his lips.If it hadn't been for the constant dullness in his eyes, I would almost have thought he had come to himself.

Watching him slowly licking my blood, a strange feeling swayed in my heart.

too weird……

Suppress this weird feeling.I took advantage of the location where the blood dripped and guided him to walk up to the second floor with me.I pushed open the door of a room casually, and I coaxed him in, then walked to the door, turned around and prepared to escape.I don't know if the smell of blood on my body is more alluring. Or what, he grabbed my wrist, pressed me against the wall, and slid his cold lips along my neck all the way until he found the corner of my shoulder. Wound.

Feeling his lips covering my wound, my whole body was stiff, and I pushed his head feebly: "Lambert... let me go, don't drink my blood..."

By the light of the wall lamp in the corridor, I saw a layer of bright blood red floating on his lips...it was my blood.

It may be that I was overly frightened, my hands and feet became weaker and weaker, and my breathing became more and more difficult. I always felt that the blood in my whole body was sucked away by him.No, if this continues, I will really die in his hands.We must save ourselves.But how can I save myself...

Not far away, there is a gold-plated candlestick, which looks heavy. If it hits the back of his head with all its strength, it should be able to knock him out.It depends on whether I have the strength.

I put my arm around his neck and stretched my hand towards the candlestick.At this time, I saw him put his forehead on my shoulder, lick my wound with a snake-like tongue, pause for two seconds, and lick again.He didn't suck my blood, so what was he doing?

Heal me?appease me?

"Lambert," I called him softly, "are you conscious?"

He concentrated on licking my wound and ignored me.

I patted his cheek.He glanced at me and licked my palm sideways.

The palm he had licked was numb for a while.I shook my hands, a little speechless: "I didn't want you to lick me..."

He looked at me without blinking, his eyes were as pure as those of real animals.Being stared at by him like this, my heart beat faster, and after thinking about it, I said, "Are you hungry?"

He didn't answer, but lowered his head and licked my wound again, his Adam's apple slipped, making the sound of swallowing saliva.Looks really hungry.I didn't know if he could understand what I said, so I asked tentatively, "May I go down and get you something to eat?"

He didn't respond.This is... agreed?

I carefully pushed him away a little.He still didn't respond.I breathed a sigh of relief, pushed him away, and walked towards the door.

In the next second, he roared and threw me to the ground, his eyes became cold and ferocious, and his two thick-boned hands clasped my wrist tightly, not allowing me to move for a moment.

what is this?

I have some headaches.

"I'll be back in a minute." I promised, "I'll be back with the food."

He stared at me coldly, spraying hot breath on my face, but the strength of his hands relaxed a little.He doesn't speak, and I'm not sure if he's conscious or not.

After a moment of stalemate, under his cold gaze, I slowly withdrew a hand and shook it in front of his eyes.His eyes rolled left and right, and then he grabbed my hand impatiently.

It should be conscious...

I thought about it, took a deep breath, pulled out two hands, and put my arms around his neck.He kept staring at me coldly.I lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Even if you're not hungry, I'm hungry too. Please, let me eat something. I'll be back later." He pressed a light kiss on his cheek covered with black scales.

He looked at me for a long time, and just when I thought he agreed with me to go out, he suddenly lowered his head and covered mine with his cold lips.Just like he lost his mind, it was also an out-of-control kiss, and the wind and rain invaded my mouth repeatedly, biting my lower lip repeatedly, and for a moment, I almost thought that he wanted to get out of my mouth. A piece of flesh was torn between the lips and tongue.

Fortunately, he's not that crazy.After a while, he finally let go of me and pointed to the door.

I wiped my lips and stood up flushed.This person...is really conscious!

When I was about to walk out of the room, I turned my head and said to him: "Shameless." Then I watched the change of his expression.

He tilted his head in confusion.