Withered

Nosley asked strangely: "What do you want my blood for? What is the power of my blood?"

"Your blood can save a friend of mine. That friend means a lot to me," Botnar said. "Please, please help us, as I have helped you with my blood."

Nosri closed his eyes and cut his own wrist.

At the same time, in Hadfield Manor, Morton lay on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly, the blue eyeballs turned into a strange crimson, a strong air pressure enveloped the entire town of Hadfield, no, the entire Locke Li County.

It was already a cloudy day, but in an instant, countless dark clouds gathered, and there were bursts of thunder. The old butler had never seen his master lose such a big temper. Vampires like Lily and Betty could only kneel on the ground in fright, and could do nothing but tremble. can not do this.

"Bo-t-nar--" Morton opened his mouth and gritted his teeth.

Botnar covered the mouth of the cup with the lid, his face changed, and he shouted: "It's not good! Lord Morton found out!"

He turned around and wanted to run, but Morton appeared very quickly. In the strong wind, he pinched Botnar's neck. It only took a little effort, and Botnar would be wiped out. The great fear made Botnar At this moment, I can't think of anything, I can only tightly protect the cup in the medicine box.

"No, Morton! Calm down!" Nosri hugged Morton from behind, and Morton's fury made him terrified, but he still remembered his agreement with Botnar, "I voluntarily gave Botnar of my blood!"

Morton pulled Nosley's hand away with one hand, and he grabbed Botnar with more strength. The blood on Botnar's body was equivalent to half a pure-blood, but he had no power to fight back in front of Morton, and he was on the verge of death. .

It just so happened that Nosri couldn't help but gasp because of the scratch on his hand.

This sound brought Morton back to his sanity. He threw Botnar away, turned around and looked at the blood on Nosley's wrist. The wound was not big at first, but when Morton pulled it, it turned into a big gash, and the blood It just kept coming out.

"Nosley." Morton quickly picked up Nosley, and gently held Nosley's hand with one hand. He didn't even realize that his fingers were trembling. He gently covered his lips and sighed. , said, "Nosri, don't get hurt."

Nosley broke away from Morton, he stood up, it was not difficult to see his anger from his wrinkled face, Morton hugged him regardless of his objection, and glanced at Bo who was secretly preparing to leave in the distance. Turner returned to Hadfield Manor as a warning.Botnar breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the medicine box, and quickly fled here.

The brief storm passed, and what was unusual was that the long-lost sun appeared in the sky.Mr. Cullens opened the window and said to Bessie who was lying on the bed: "What happened to the weather just now? My God, I was scared to death."

"It looks better now, though," said Bessie, smiling slightly.

Bessie got better quickly, like a man who has been sentenced to death and suddenly got amnesty, how weak she was, the whole Cullens family can testify, now she no longer coughs, and no longer spits out what she eats , and can even get out of bed by himself, which is simply a miracle in Hader Town.

Later, when Mr. Cullens met everyone, he said that it was a special medicine given by a doctor named Olim that saved Bessie. For a while, all the patients with intractable diseases in Harder Town were looking for such a miracle doctor, but unfortunately he disappeared completely. It's like evaporating into the air.

But Morton's anger was not so easily dispelled.

Morton put Nosley on the bed, grabbed his wrist, stretched out his bright red tongue, licked away the blood, and then showed his sharp teeth, the tip of the teeth gently scraped Nosley's wound, only need a little use With a little effort, he can penetrate the wound into Nosley's body, which is very obvious.

Northley's yelling resounded throughout Hadfield Manor: "Morton, are you crazy!" He was very angry, but he was even more afraid, and could only use his voice to cover up his weakness in front of Morton.He kept telling himself in his heart that Morton was just scaring him, and he wouldn't really do it.

Morton shook his head, the red in his eyes replaced the usual blue, flirtatious enough to make people suffocate, he said hoarsely, "You cut your own hand for Botnar."

"But he revived Bessie! This is something you didn't do." Nosley couldn't help provoking.

Morton narrowed his pupils and said, "You shouldn't believe Botnar's words."

"Then kill Bessie and suck the blood from me." Nosley held back his choked sobs and moved his injured wrist to Morton's mouth. Seeing Morton's frown, he again Deliberately smiled and said, "Why don't you want it? Don't you want to suck my blood? Do you dislike the blood shed just now?"

Nosley endured the pain and opened the wound with the fingers of his left hand. The bright red blood stained his fingertips. Morton held his hand tightly, separated his hand, and asked the servants to bring bandages and medicine. Hadfield Manor didn't have these things before, and they were all prepared for Nosley.

Morton helped Nosri carefully bandage the wound, Nosri turned his head away from him, he gently held Nosri's left hand, put his fingertips in his mouth and sucked, sighed, and said : "Nosri, promise me that you will never hurt yourself."

Nosley shook his head and said, "You have to tell me what is the use of my blood."

"Your blood is useless." Morton kissed Nosley's face and said, "For vampires, it's just a special delicacy." For advanced vampires, Norsley's blood has other uses.

Morton kissed Nosley's cheek, and it was never possible for him to think that there was anything wrong with the scalding on Nosley's cheek.He held Nosri's lips, tasted them carefully, put one hand around Nosri's waist, lifted Nosri's clothes, and covered Nosri's warm and delicate skin with his cold palm.

"Um...Morton, wait." Northley panted and pushed Morton away. He was disheveled now. Morton had already tried to take off his pants. Northley scratched his hair and said: "Morton, I don't want to be the last."

Morton pressed him down again, lingered on his neck, and suddenly put his earlobe in his mouth, and said, "But Nosley, I'm still very angry, what do you think should I do?"