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Will was not afraid of him, and he still talked to Lance, as if he was really talking about him as the little brother next door, "You can tell by looking at the people in front of you. After sleeping for decades, waking up How cool is it to do whatever you want?"

Lance was amused by him, and his tone that was hard because of Edward just now softened, "Although it sounds good, but after becoming a vampire, you can only drink human blood all day long."

What's more, he didn't even think about becoming a vampire. To put it mildly, it was just because he didn't want to embarrass Will too much.

Will didn't seem to notice the "tactfulness" of the little hunter, and he was still smiling. He picked up a loop of gauze in the medicine box, gently wrapped it around the injured neck twice, and then stuck it, "Okay, Don’t touch it after taking a bath, and don’t do strenuous activities, it will be fine after three or four days.”

Lance touched his still tingling neck and smiled at Will, "Thank you."

When the little hunter was not so sharp about vampires, he had a surprisingly good personality. Will was shaken by this smile, and finally understood why His Royal Highness was uncharacteristically.

It's a pity, if not...

Edward interrupted Will's contemplation, and said directly, "You can go."

Lance snorted angrily, frowned, stared at Edward dissatisfied, and then looked away, obviously not wanting to put any thought on the vampire in front of him.

Will looked at Lance pretending to be sad, and said quietly, "Then I'll go first, little brother, see you later~"

Lance gave an awkward acknowledgment.

Will put away his sad eyes, and looked at Edward full of pride and provocation. Of course, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, but even so, it was enough for him to be happy for many days, and finally saw His Royal Highness when he was deflated , This expression is really rare to see in a thousand years.

Edward's tone was not angry and prestige, "Get out of here."

Will said obsequiously, "Yes, yes, you are the boss, the younger one, get out."

He walked out of the door and closed it lightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the scene in the crack of the door. The powerful and handsome Prince was standing beside the bed, lowering his head and not knowing what to say to the little hunter. He also bent down, the little hunter didn't know what to say, the expression on His Royal Highness's face immediately changed... Will put away the indecency on his face, raised his wrist thoughtfully, and licked the residue on it. The blood, sure enough, was as delicious as it smelled.

He smiled silently, the person who can change Edward's color... It seems that some plans can be advanced.

At this time, the atmosphere in the room was deadlocked to the extreme. Lance didn't want to talk to Edward at all, so he simply closed his eyes, pretending that he couldn't hear or see.

Edward was angry when he saw the little hunter like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. It was fine if he liked the old man Maixi, but any blood could make him happy, so why was it so hard to accept seeing him?

His tone was cold, "If you don't want to open your eyes, you don't have to have these eyes in the future."

Edward put his hands on the trembling black eyelashes of the little hunter. He frowned very slightly as soon as the words came out. He obviously didn't want to speak so coldly, but for some reason, every time he faced Lance, His mood fluctuated violently, and the elegant and self-sustaining self seemed to become irritable at any time.

Lance trembled involuntarily, the big hands covering his eyes were still moving slowly, his thumbs were caressing his eyelids, bringing a strong hint of threat, he opened his eyes at once, the moist pupils He stared straight at Edward, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes.

Edward raised the corners of his mouth with some pleasure, that's it, as long as he has me in his eyes, that's enough.

"Does your neck still hurt?" His Royal Highness's tone softened strangely. Lance felt more and more that this vampire was unpredictable, and his personality was also unpredictable. He just looked like he was going to kill him...

"What exactly do you want to do?"

In fact, the little hunter's radar is sometimes terrifyingly sensitive. He can always accurately know other people's feelings. Just like now, when he feels that Edward has no intention of killing him, he becomes a little presumptuous again, and the tone of the question is not serious. polite.

He is the one who climbs up as soon as he is given a pole.

Edward said, "You heal your injury first before we talk about it."

Lance deliberately provoked, "I'm a hunter, do you, a vampire, want to keep me?"

Edward thought to himself, so what about hunters, let alone raising one, no one dares to comment on raising a group, but now he can't push people too tightly, so he didn't talk to Lance anymore, and looked at him quietly for a while then left.

It was as if Lance had punched the cotton with a fist, and he couldn't exert any strength. The opponent didn't accept the move at all, as if... he was completely ignored.

Most of the rooms in the castle are dark blue, dark, and dark red. Lance lay languidly on the big European-style soft bed, tilted his neck and looked at the tall glass windows, and white clouds lingered outside from time to time. The sky is as blue as washing, but he is like a bird imprisoned in a high cage, letting others slaughter him.

Three days passed by so quietly.

This morning, Lance woke up from the bed. He walked into the bathroom and found that the wound on his neck had scabbed over, so he happily removed the gauze, surrounded him for several days, and he almost suffocated Yes, it's uncomfortable to be entangled.

Then he went down the stairs, these days he has been able to move freely in the castle, but the annoying vampire has disappeared.

fair enough.

It's just that his luck seems to be particularly bad today. As soon as he got off the stairs, he saw a certain vampire sitting in front of a long white dining table. There was a bloody steak in front of him, and the goblet beside the plate was rippling blood red. I don't know if it's blood or red wine.

Lance lowered his eyes, trying to ignore the discomfort in his heart.

Edward said to him, "Come here."

Lance walked over, and the scars that were not covered by gauze were also revealed in the man's eyes. In the center of the snow-like porcelain white neck, an ugly dark red scar was particularly conspicuous.

Edward's eyes sank all of a sudden, "Who told you to take it yourself?"

Lance was stunned, and then he realized what he was referring to. He said nonchalantly, "It's all scarred, so I took it off."

Edward was very upset. He wanted to say what to do if the wound was infected and torn again, or why not wait until the wound was completely healed before removing it, but it was just a minor injury, and it seemed that it was not worth such a big fight.

He moved his lips, "I can't do this again in the future."

Lance glanced at him inexplicably, pulled out the chair and sat down. Fortunately, the breakfast in front of him was normal, milk and egg sandwiches, and sausage bread, which tasted particularly good.

Edward took a sip of the bright red liquid and stared at the cheerful little hunter who was eating.

He has researched a lot these days, and now he knows everything about Lance from childhood to adulthood... It is really impossible for this person to be exposed to any witchcraft, so why does he feel particularly abnormal when he meets him?

The morning sun gradually shone in the castle, and the fine fluff on the handsome face of the little hunter seemed to be clearly visible. He took a bite of the bread, and his eyes were shining. Edward suddenly thought of what was written in the information... This little hunter was an orphan since he was a child, Also because of being taken care of by Mai Xi, he was often bullied by people at school, and certain emotions in his heart began to fluctuate violently in an instant.

Lance felt something was wrong while he was eating. He raised his head and found that Edward was peeping at him. The little hunter rolled his eyes and said, "Why are you peeking at me?"

Edward was shameless and frank, "When did I peek?" He was obviously looking at it openly.

Lance choked, and simply stopped talking to him. He lowered his head and quickly settled the breakfast in front of him, then stood up and pushed away the chair, ready to leave.

Edward: "Don't you want to go out?"

Lance's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned sideways and said, "Of course." He couldn't understand the expression in the man's eyes, so he only heard him say, "Then I'll take you out to have a look today."

Lance was vigilant and puzzled, "Are you so kind?"

Edward said slowly, "Forget it if you don't want to."

"I go!"

This is the first time Lance has come to the central territory of vampires. When he was flying down from the castle with Edward pinching his waist, he looked at the castle in the distance, which became smaller and smaller, and suddenly... no wonder he What I saw outside the glass window in the room before was blue sky and white clouds. This castle was originally floating.

"This...how did you let him float?"

The strong wind was blowing, and Lance was in Edward's arms, facing him, with undisguised curiosity shining in his eyes.

Edward suddenly discovered that his little hunter's eyes were really beautiful, with an apricot-like outline, light pupils, and a clear expression in his eyes.

The man laughed, and his deep eyebrows stretched out, looking pale and handsome, "It's made of suspended stones, and it's been thousands of years old."

"Wow, you guys are so patient." Looking at the magnificent castle towering into the sky, such a huge project, and Lance also knows that kind of suspended stone, but it is rarely seen in the market, and he did not expect it to be used in such a way Extravagantly built an ancient castle on the cloud.

Edward sighed in his heart, vampires have a long lifespan, this project is nothing at all, it just increases with the lifespan, and there is a deeper and deeper world-weary mood.

There is nothing in the world worth being interested in.