The days of women's clothing at station b

In today's society, not many blood races can survive. It is very likely that there are only a few in a city, and they are still unfamiliar with each other.

Xin Yan glanced at the same kind sitting beside her, and couldn't control herself with excitement, and couldn't stop after opening her mouth.

"What year are you from? I've seen those in city A, but I've never seen you. You came from somewhere else? Why do you want to be a photographer? Is it easy to make money in the wind and sun?"

His old-timer's tone made the handsome photographer smile, and he shrugged helplessly, "I can't help it. I have no money and I'm hungry recently, so I have no choice but to be a photographer. I can work freely and casually, and I'm a fool. good."

Kong Mingfan looked at the boy who looked like a small cannon barrel beside him, and a smile flashed in his eyes, but it was a bit troublesome to lose his rations. He has been acting a little arrogant recently, and was watched closely by those damn hunters, so he finally made an appointment with Station B The anchor, whose appearance is to his liking, turned into the same kind after meeting.

"Wow, that's not bad. I was poor before, but after becoming an anchor, my life has improved. If you are too tired to be a photographer, you can also go to the live broadcast platform to find a way?"

Xin Yan wrung her fingers and blinked mysteriously, "It's at least this amount a month, think about it? I'll take you with me for a while, and it will be easy."

Kong Mingfan pursed his lips, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Will you wear women's clothing together?"

Xin Yan choked on her saliva, "Cough, no, we can pretend to be like brothers, and suddenly break into my room and find me in women's clothing. Then, with the advantages of our breed's appearance, you will soon attract a large number of fans. , the road ahead is bright!"

Kong Mingfan nodded thoughtfully, and quickly denied this excellent idea. He already had a record in the hands of the vampire hunters. Wouldn't it be self-destructing if he showed his face in the live broadcast again?

"Forget it, I'm still more interested in photography for the time being, and I'll find you when I can't get along in this industry."

After thinking about it, Xin Yan agreed, and then talked about the content of the video to be recorded tonight and the effect she wanted to present.

Kong Mingfan's small calculations are ringing in his heart. The lifespan of blood clans is so long that time can be ignored. How long can hunters live?Make a friend of the same kind and get on well with each other. Coming to City A in the future is like having an extra pass, making things much more convenient.

The bus from the urban area to the suburbs wobbled for more than ten stops, and the bus had already entered a sparsely populated area, and everyone got off the bus one by one, leaving only Xin Yan and Kong Mingfan.

The bus driver glanced back at the two boys sitting at the back in puzzlement. Usually, when he came here, no matter day or night, there was no one there. His job was much more leisurely than the bus in the city.

"Where are you going, little brother?" the driver yelled.

Kong Mingfan's eyes flashed, maybe this person can replace Xin Yan and fill his stomach.

Kong Mingfan turned his head, "Xiaoyan, let's go ahead."

Xin Yan nodded in confusion, changed seats with the other party, and sat in front.

He watched Kong Mingfan approach the bus driver, as if he was having a conversation, he took out his mobile phone uninterestedly, and glanced at the time, it was almost eight o'clock.

At this time, he had already done his makeup, put on a beautiful little dress, adjusted his voice changer and sat in front of the computer, ready to start the two-hour live broadcast.

Xin Yan fiddled with Weibo, seeing the retweet volume reach a new height, she felt elated.

The 4G network in the suburbs is poor, and the page crashes from time to time and can’t move in circles. Xin Yan couldn’t browse Weibo for a long time, so he had to put away his phone. He saw that Kong Mingfan was still chatting with the driver, so he turned his head to look outside the car. The mind is empty.

The car wobbled, and stopped suddenly at a turning fork. After a few seconds of random lighting, the car stopped changing.

The night breeze carries a hint of coolness, and the silent suburbs only have the sound of cicadas, which are crisp but unforgiving, accompanied by the almost inaudible cry of frogs, as if it is a performance, with a long slope from beginning to end.

A trace of bloody smell spread in the air, Xin Yan turned around in a daze, and after finding the source, disbelief flashed in her eyes.

He ran to the driver's seat in a few steps, and the strong smell of blood made the cruelty and wildness in his body burst out instantly.

Kong Mingfan slightly closed his eyes, biting the driver's neck lazily, the fresh blood nourished his thirsty stomach.

Xin Yan swallowed, "Kong Mingfan?"

Kong Mingfan raised his eyes and glanced at Xin Yan, then stopped sucking, "Xiaoyan, you won't grab this meal from me, will you?"

Xin Yan rubbed her fingers, and shook her head against her will, "You, you continue."

Kong Mingfan lowered his head again when he heard the words.

The driver was brain-dead, his heart was beating weakly, but it became the most delicious food for the blood race.

Kong Mingfan's method has to be said to be really clever. When he was chatting with the driver, he changed several postures and pulled into the distance between them without appearing too abrupt.The driver really didn't notice any difference, there was a talker in the boring job, he happily chatted with this handsome guy, and finally called him a brother.

Kong Mingfan stepped on the clutch while the opponent was turning, and put his hand in gear to look at the road. His left hand on the seat hit the driver's head at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The severe concussion made the driver frantically knock. He pressed the buttons on the operation panel, but the cruel blood race attacked again, and he died directly.

Eating key blood race is elegant, Xin Yan read in a book that the ultimate aphrodisiac will be secreted from the fangs of the blood race, which makes the selected human beings confused and fascinated, unable to feel the passing of life, and die very happy.

So when he drank chicken blood, he carefully avoided it and tried not to bite the neck of the chicken with his teeth, for fear that the chicken would be dying in heat in front of him, which would feel weird.

"What are you thinking? Let's go to our destination?"

Kong Mingfan had finished eating, and the driver turned into a corpse, lying dryly on the driver's seat.

Xin Yan nodded, and followed Kong Mingfan out of the car by the front door. The moment he stepped out of the car door, he looked back at the disheartened driver, turning his head a little flustered.

"You asked me out on Station B, but that's what you're thinking about, right?"

Xin Yan is not stupid, he reacted quickly after combining all these things, and disapproved of Kong Mingfan's approach, "There is no need to do this for blood sucking, right? Aren't you afraid that those annoying hunters will find you? Humans eat food now. Things are unhygienic, there are all kinds of medicines, blood is not healthy, and human blood is not easy to find and has no taste, why not choose other animal blood instead?"

In a remote suburb, who would have thought that the two men walking were discussing such a terrifying topic, and the human blood in their mouths was their dinner plate.

Kong Mingfan raised his eyebrows, took care of Xin Yan, and looked puzzled, "Have you been brainwashed by humans? Our blood race is strong, long-lived, and is at the top of the food chain. It is their honor to choose humans as rations." Even if what you said is correct, but in the long history of the blood clan, the first dish on the menu is human blood, there is no doubt that I choose human blood, naturally following the law."

The corners of Xin Yan's mouth trembled. He thought that Kong Mingfan would be a modern person, but he didn't expect that like those stubborn old people, he had an inexplicable sense of superiority in his bones, and he still clung to his neck and yelled that he was number one in the world. He was really slightly drunk.

He didn't want to get too involved with his new friend, so he softened his tone, "Okay, I just don't think you need to take risks, even if it's remote here, someone will find the driver, and the follow-up will be troublesome, you know the cause and effect of Buddhism Loop? When the time comes..."

"Pfft."

Xin Yan's words were interrupted by Kong Mingfan's laughter, he scratched his hair helplessly, saw the other party's uncontrollable laughter, and laughed too.

Why does he, a blood race, want to mention Buddhism in front of his kind?

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Scared, wrap my little quilt tightly.