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A great opportunity for first hug was missed. Of course Li Mu was anxious, but no matter how much he hated, there was no chance of a comeback. He could only watch Shen Huanying and Ah Xuan negotiate terms and discuss how to heal his legs.

"The process of healing your legs may be very painful. If you are ready, you can call me." Tan Zhao copied his phone number on a piece of paper and put it on the bedside table, then stood up, "Then, Let's go first."

Ren Xuan glanced at Li Mu apologetically, and then nodded. She was also a little tired, and fell into a drowsy sleep not long after she left.When she woke up, she had to convince her parents to let her stay in the hospital for treatment of her legs.

However, it was much more difficult than she imagined, and Ren Xuan was very troubled by it.

On the other side, Tan Zhaogang was about to take Li Mu to a social beating meal, when Armand, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly appeared.In fact, Tan Zhaoyou heard from Cyril that because Armand refused to drink blood, he usually had to sleep for several days before waking up once.

"How did you come?"

Armand glanced at Li Mu. As a blood prince, his blood talent was obviously not comparable to that of ordinary blood. With just one glance, Li Mu knelt on the ground trembling, unable to get up.

"Meet the blood of the singer?" Armand spoke French with a cadence like an opera aria. Although Li Mu couldn't understand it, he somehow understood the meaning of this sentence.

"Yes, my lord," he heard himself answer reverently.

Armand felt it was boring, and looked up at Tan Zhao: "Have you considered it?"

Tan Zhao knew that he could hear this, and couldn't help showing a bit of helplessness on his face: "It's easy for you to say, you are going to die, and the whole blood race will affect the whole body, why don't they fight me hard?"

At this moment, Armand is aloof: "I will give blood orders, and they will never embarrass you."

"...There is such a thing?"

Armand showed its existence with actions, and Li Mu perfectly acted as a tool blood race at this moment.

Tan Zhao waved his hand immediately: "Don't be so serious, I believe you, but I still say that, I still need time."

There was no disappointment on Armand's face either. It should be said that he had waited for too long, so long that he no longer had any concept of time. To him, there was no difference between waiting for a month and waiting for a year.

"it is good."

After having a meal together, Tan Zhao asked in-depth about the Blood Singer by the way, but Armand's words were beyond Tan Zhao's expectations.

"What? You don't know how the singer feels?" Tan Zhao pinched his fingers and calculated, a thousand... thousand-year-old magician? !

Armand raised his eyebrows, and it was rare to gain half of his popularity: "It's very simple, the first three generations of the blood family, and even the fourth and fifth generations rarely encountered singers. It should be said that they are extremely rare."

No wonder, that guy Cyril said that he met the singer and even attracted people from the church. It is true that co-authors are rare.

"What else do you want to know?"

Tan Zhao felt that he looked like a hundred thousand stupid children in front of Armand, but since he had the opportunity, he still had to ask: "Chuyong, is the blood race injecting people with their own primitive blood?"

As soon as Armand heard it, he knew what the other party had guessed. Of course, he didn't hide anything, nodded and said: "You guessed right, when the vampire embraces his singer for the first time, the singer's unique attraction to the vampire will follow. With the passage of time, it will be fully reduced until it disappears."

The reason is very simple, the sense of smell of the blood race only responds to blood, when the singer's blood is assimilated by his own blood, it will be like touching his right hand with his left hand.

Love controlled by blood will also perish by blood. This is the most cruel thing about the singer to the blood race.

Even if there is a blood race who is one in a thousand lucky, and still loves the singer deeply after the blood attraction subsides, who can guarantee that it will never change for ten years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years.

"Human beings long for the power of immortality and eternal beauty, but after getting it, they care about the details that they have used in exchange for this power." Armand squeezed his palm, as if thinking of something, with a rare expression on his face. With a mocking smile, "You have a kind of power that is very similar to that of blood."

Tan Zhao was stunned, and then smiled: "You are really sharp, but I am still human." Even though he has relatively strong power, he still eats whole grains, has enough sleep every day, can make friends, and regrets , will be happy, will be lost, and will not give up parting.

"You are very lucky." Armand said suddenly. This was the first time Tan Zhao heard the prince speak with emotion.

"My pleasure?"

The prince nodded proudly, and in reply, Tan Zhao ordered two more hard dishes.

**

He never received a call from Ren Xuan, and Tan Zhao was not in a hurry. He left Li Mu to Cyril and went to work in the blues.The bar is singing and dancing as always, but suddenly there will be many foreign faces in the blues. They are neither blood nor werewolves.

However, these faces are not only beautiful and handsome, but also come to talk to Tan Zhao. Tan Zhao only feels like an NPC who has been favored by others, but it is a pity that he is born with a hormonal insulator and has no feelings for love.

System: Is that because of this reason?You are an orphan.

[Have you enjoyed eating melon recently?I also heard that you and my little ancestor played an online two-player game? ]

System: No, the system also has independent time.

[Oh~]

But also because of these handsome men and beauties, Blues' performance during this period has increased by ten points, and the manager has raised his salary again in order to keep Lee.

But just half a month later, Tan Zhao proposed to the manager to resign. Of course, the manager didn't agree, so to speak, he finally kept his job, saying that it would be fine for him to return to work after traveling.

"What kind of travel? How long is it going to take for a month?"

Tan Zhao blinked and showed a nice smile: "Probably a trip to the eerie castle in the Middle Ages."

Manager: ...I listen to your nonsense.

Tan Zhao is really not talking nonsense. He has only been playing this strategy game of handsome men and beautiful women for half a month, and the people behind it can't afford it anymore. Just last night, he experienced the first "kidnapping in a car accident" in his life. It's a pity that he is not Ren Xuan, so he can't be beaten passively.

"Okay, I wish you a smooth journey."

Tan Zhao smiled and said thank you. Not long after he drove out, he was intercepted and killed.

Well, actually it can't be called interception, because it's obviously a group of well-trained international mercenaries. Tan Zhao can't guess who the buyer is, but he doesn't want to play such boring tricks with others anymore.

After taking some time to deal with this group of mercenaries, Tan Zhao got the truth about being harassed these days.

"This is an encryption forum, this is the post, as long as I can get you, no matter what aspect it is, I can get a good reward."

Listen to this, why is it so awkward.

Tan Zhao confiscated the mobile phone, and after turning over a group of mercenaries who had sneaked in to the police station, he returned to his apartment in his hometown in Meidu.

Apparently, the apartment has been harassed as well, but...

"So, is that why you demolished the house?"

Fengli waved his stick, and pulled the three cuties, but he was also confident: "I don't have one!"

"Then look at this, does it look like a place where people live?"

In the middle of the night, Tan Zhao threw another group of people at the gate of the police station, and had to go back to clean the room.

"Owner, you're causing trouble again."

"No, you are wrong."

"Owner, every time you say this, you cause big and round trouble."

"To shut up!"

"I don't! I want a game console!"

Tan Zhao threw the wreckage of the game console over: "You broke it yourself, you can fix it yourself."

Then, Tan was hit on the head by his own beast, and it was such a big bag that it didn't go away the next day.

[That’s not right, Ah Tong, what did you say that I’m invulnerable? ]

System: Then your little ancestor's claws, are they comparable to ordinary knives and guns?It is a beast.

[...Co-authoring is just a show. ]

System: You just know, I heard that you got into trouble recently?

[You can only say sarcastic remarks. ]

System: You can't say that. You are the one who wants to get involved with the vampire werewolves. There is no unity among the people. It's normal for people to want to mess with you if you're an idiot.

[So, it's the vampires and werewolves who want to mess with me? ]

System: Tsk, your cliché skills are getting worse and worse, I don't believe you can't guess.

Tan Zhao really guessed a little bit. Cyril is not that stupid. If the pure-blooded werewolf makes any moves, Young Master Huo will give him news. Since there is no movement from both sides, it can only prove...he is the prophet. Identity has been exposed.

He is smart enough to know how to find humans to deal with humans, but as a party involved, Tan Zhaozhen is not happy at all, no matter whether he is regarded as an NPC that can be attacked or kidnapped.

"Owner, there is a WeChat message on your phone!"

"You played games on my phone again!"

Tan Zhao snatched it away, and when he saw the content sent by Li Wei on WeChat, his face instantly turned livid.

It is rare for Fengli to see the owner so serious, and he immediately hung up the game regardless of the game, and the voice of grandma said: "... What's wrong?"

"Oh, some people are playing with fire."

And at this moment, Tan Zhao received another call from Cyril: "Shen Huanying, don't blame me for not notifying you, Li Mu ran away with Ren Xuan."

"Run away? You let it go."

Tan Zhao didn't wait for the other party to speak, and hung up the phone with a "snap".

"Little ancestor, I entrust you to do something. After the task is completed, I will give you ten game consoles for you to play with."

Fengli immediately jumped on the owner's shoulder: "Come on, kill or set fire?"

Tan Zhao reached out and touched the little guy's soft fur, and said, "What's the matter? We are good people who talk about civilization and establish a new style. Since the other party has done something like kidnapping innocent people, let's let them... eat this guy to death." A bowl of prison rice!"

Fengli: ... as long as you are happy.