The Dragon King is weak and helpless but can eat [Interstellar]

While sleeping that night, there was a knock on Shen Chaomu's door.

"Come in," he said.

Long Shiyu outside the house was still hugging the pillow and quilt, looking at him expectantly.

"It's not raining today." Shen Chaomu subconsciously looked out the window.

Long Shiyu hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "I'm still a little scared..."

"That's all fake," Shen Chaomu thought it was funny, "Didn't you say that you won't be afraid after reading it?"

"Huh."

"……Come here."

The young man put the soft quilt on the bed, quickly got in, and pulled the quilt until only his bright eyes were exposed.Usually his tail is outside the quilt, but now it is tightly tucked inside, wrapping around his body.

Shen Chaomu turned off the light and rubbed Long Shiyu's head: "Don't be afraid."

"……Um."

When he woke up the next day, the young man was still in an obedient sleeping position, with his tail coiled tightly around his side.

He woke up as soon as Shen Chaomu sat up, but did not open his eyes, and yawned lazily.

Long Shiyu had to sleep for a long time, and Shen Chaomu got used to it.The terminal received a new research report written by Lu Shanyao, and the church has made new progress.

He packed his things and arranged his clothes - the handsome man in the mirror was wearing a suit, with a slender and perfect body, seemingly calm, but the light in his eyes was like a lion or a wolf.

It is also this kind of wildness and talent hidden in his bones that makes him such an excellent hunter.

What's more, he has come this far without relying on the famous family behind him.

The Shen family has always had a strict family style. There is a principle that one should not easily feel compassion for the prey. If the prey is caught, the absolute principle must be guaranteed to them. vampire.

Shen Chaomu has always done a good job in this regard.

——He also thinks he has done a good job with Long Shiyu.

As soon as he arrived at the office, there was a pile of documents piled up, and the prompt messages on the terminal continued.

Looking at it again, it was the association who officially appointed him as the person in charge of this task.

Shen Chaomu is the candidate for the chief. If such a task is successful, he will surely be able to secure the position of chief.

But the Blood Worship Church, which has been established for hundreds of years, does it say that it can be eradicated if it is eradicated?It can only be seen how the progress is and whether it can become his excellent competitive bargaining chip.

He looked at the documents for a while, and there was a knock on the door.

The assistant hurried in: "There is a clue to the source of the mermaid's blood sample. Commander Lu Shanhuai is trying to track down the suspect."

Shen Chaomu looked at the location: "Then why is he in... an Internet cafe?"

"It seems that the suspect is a little addicted to the Internet, squatting in the Internet cafe all year round, and the commander followed him." The assistant wiped his sweat, "Do you want to go there?"

"En." Shen Chaomu got up and put on his coat.

……

The noon sun was a bit dazzling, and Long Shiyu woke up leisurely.

He got up and went to find something to eat.This time he didn't stay in the association, and went out to wander around casually.

As he walked, he saw a yellow and black cordon on the street in the distance, and a huge holographic projection suspended in the air: a circular seal, knives and swords surrounded by thorns.

The logo of the Hunter's Association.

Go a little further and it's a dark alley.

There were a few passers-by around.A middle-aged man said to his wife: "There were always attacks here the night before. Fortunately, the hunters took action."

The woman was still worried: "Have you found out who it is?"

"They didn't go into details." The man frowned, "It's really strange. You should be careful not to come here in the future."

"Who dares to come to the slums..."

Long Shiyu smelled the smell in the air.

There is still a very faint smell of mermaid blood.

He remembered the conversation between Shen Chaomu and others before, and this must be the dark alley he had been to.

He yawned, ready to continue looking for food.But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed something.

He squatted down outside the controlled area, wiping the dust off the ground with his hands.

Some claw marks remained, five in total, very inconspicuous, if not for a few drops of dried blood left inside, Long Shiyu would not have been able to find it.

Gold spread in his eyes, and within half a second, the jet-black pupils had turned into molten gold—vertical pupils, gorgeous and beautiful, with a cold and hard metallic luster.

He was certain that it was the mark left by the wounded vampire.

His eyes returned to black, he stood up and began to search for other traces patiently.Just when he turned the corner, a look of pain flashed across his face, and he subconsciously grabbed his abdomen.

The old injury is still not healed, sometimes it hurts like this, and occasionally it will be torn again.

On weekdays, he could only use the power of Dragon Language to cover up and force the hideous wound to heal, so as not to let outsiders notice.

It was a vicious curse.

Because of this, he had to avoid the monster in the thundercloud.

When the hand was removed, it was already dripping with blood.

Long Shiyu looked at it expressionlessly, wiped it off with a wet towel, and zipped up the jacket to cover up the blood.Then he continued to follow as usual.

From the perspective of outsiders, it is still a young man walking through the street with easy steps, with a bright appearance, and it seems that he can't bear the pain at all, and he will never have anything to do with this word in this life.He should be the kind of existence that can be put into the collection of picture scrolls, and the light in his eyes is as beautiful as the moon.

Long Shiyu felt that she must be in pain.

But he is used to licking his wounds alone, the scars can never be shown to outsiders, this is the law of survival.

Following the traces along the way, Long Shiyu walked towards the depths of the slums.The more he walked in, the more messy it became, the sewage on the ground was flowing, and the graffiti on the wall became more and more vulgar and exaggerated. He saw scrapped cleaning robots in several corners—they had been disassembled long ago, and the valuable circuit boards inside were taken away. And parts to steal and sell.

Many people along the road were secretly looking at him, with prying eyes and malice in their eyes.

After all, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't belong to this area, so he was the best target.

Long Shiyu didn't pay attention to them, he walked to a street sign that said "Yuanchen [-]rd Street", and followed the faint smell of blood in the air to the entrance of a garbage dump.

Sitting at the door of the garbage dump was a beggar dressed in rags, his clothes were all patched.

He looked to be in his 60s, had a beard that hadn't been shaved in weeks, and was covered in chipped pots and pans.

He raised his eyes flatly, and said to Long Shiyu, "This is a private area, no entry is allowed."

Long Shiyu smelled it. Apart from the rancid smell of garbage, there was also the smell of sweat.

It's not the smell of sweat that has been stuffy for a long time, but the sweat that is still rolling on the fresh flesh, steaming and full of vitality.There were beast-like angry roars faintly from the ground, as well as the dull sound of fists hitting the flesh.

Screaming, wrestling, cheering.

Violence is always exciting.

The young man raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at the beggar with crooked eyebrows and eyes: "I just want to ask, how is your business doing today?"

Shen Chaomu was sitting in the Internet cafe.

This is a dark Internet cafe, full of smog, and you can surf the Internet without an ID.

On the left of him sat a big man with his feet scratched, and opposite him was a yelling otaku, and on his right was a terrorist-like man wearing sunglasses and a black mask... Lu Shanhuai.

Shen Chaomu said: "You know, our terminal comes with a simple and easy-to-disguise function, right?" He has now disguised his appearance a little, and people who are not familiar with it will never recognize him.

"Of course I know." Lu Shanhuai said in a low voice, "I'm so suffocated as a commander, I can finally experience the thrill of surveillance and tracking. Every commander has a dream of going to the front line."

"But no one wears sunglasses in an Internet cafe," Shen Chaomu said, "You look like a blind person surfing the Internet. Do you need me to help you find the power button?"

Lu Shanhuai coughed twice: "Ah, isn't this the pursuit of feeling?" He tapped the screen a few times, "To be honest, this is the first time I've come to a black Internet cafe. Brother Shen, how about you?"

"The previous few times were stalkers."

"It's quite a feeling here." Lu Shanhuai said, looking around at the shouting people around, "If I have a chance, I will definitely experience the arcade machines of the old earth era. Oh yes, I will send you something to see."

A few seconds later, Shen Chaomu's screen displayed a file transfer.

He clicked on it, and in an instant, colorful pages covered the screen, and the exaggerated fonts flickered to the point of headache.

Shen Chaomu said, "Did you send me the virus?"

"That's right." Lu Shanhuai was very happy, "This is the first time I've seen a virus in a computer, and I specially shared it with you. This kind of computer should have been eliminated decades ago."

Shen Chaomu: "..."

He looked at the pages that popped up.

"President, Madam has been sent by you to the border post for three years

Did she make a mistake?

No, but she is pregnant. "

Shen Chaomu: "..." I always feel something is wrong.

Shen Chaomu said, "What are you usually looking at?"

"It's not that my girlfriend forced me to watch it," Lu Shanhuai said, "This thing is really good."

Shen Chaomu continued to watch.

"President, Madam has been standing by the pigsty for three years"

"My lord, my concubine has been in the cold palace for three years"

"My lord, my concubine is so angry that she proclaims herself a general."

"Marshal, madam has gone to exile by herself."

Shen Chaomu and Lu Shanhuai said, "How is this possible..."

His terminal beeped.

It was the assistant's flustered voice: "It's not good, Mr. Shen's sister-in-law ran to fight black fists by herself."

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