On the price to pay for changing the plot

When the night was dim, the street lamp at the corner of the alley was dim and yellow, splitting a thin light in the darkness, and a woman followed the street lamp into the alley.

A black figure quickly entered the alley, and almost at the same time, a woman's sharp cry pierced through the tranquility of the night, "Ah!"

After drinking two bags of imitation blood, Fu Heng looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already seven o'clock in the evening. Dylan hadn't come back since he went out. He had nothing to do, curled up on the sofa with a pillow in his arms and watched TV.

"The police found a dead person in the ×× district last night. This is the No. 7 dead person found so far."

"The blood on the bodies of these dead was sucked dry, and most of them left two small holes in the neck, which looked like they were bitten by teeth."

"The police had to pay attention to the multiple deaths. According to the investigation of relevant police officers, the serial killings did not seem to be done by ordinary people. They speculated that it was most likely caused by vampires hunting at night."

"Residents, please don't come out at night, so as not to be targeted by vampires."

"The police are currently contacting vampire hunters and will work with them to capture the murderer. We will continue to report on the follow-up."

The host on the TV reported what happened sweetly and gently, and occasionally released some photos of the place where the accident happened and the victim before his death.

Fu Heng frowned. I haven't heard of any vampires coming out to hunt humans a few days ago. Why did they suddenly appear these days, and most of those people are in the nearby neighborhoods? It's not his conspiracy theory, it always feels like it's planned .

"Clap!"

The door of the house was opened, and Dylan walked in from outside carrying a large bag of vegetables. It was probably raining outside, and it rained on him.

"Ata, what are you doing?"

"Watching TV, why did you come back so late?"

Fu Heng threw away the pillow, walked to him and wanted to help him get food, but was stopped by him, "Sit down."

Dylan put on his slippers and glanced at the TV. There was an advertisement, "I bought a lot of vegetables, and I will make hot pot later. Would you like some?" He said in embarrassment when he realized that the other party was a vampire. , "Ah, I forgot that you can't taste the taste, by the way, what are you looking at?"

Fu Heng followed behind him, letting go of the hair sticking to his face, "Just now it was said on TV that there was a vicious serial murder. The woman said that we vampires did it, and I looked a bit like it."

As he walked, he stopped by the kitchen door.

Dylan was washing vegetables in a basket. Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at the vampire leaning against the door. His skin was very fair, and his facial features were more striking. His long red hair fell halfway with his movements. On the chest, there were still a few strands of hair crawling up that pretty face. Even among the vampires, who have always been known for their beauty, Aita was an exceptional beauty.

"Don't run around outside recently, those vampire hunters have sharp noses."

He really worried too much. With Fu Heng's cowardly appearance now, he would not dare to go out even if he was asked to go out. With the title of pure blood, he didn't realize that there was anything special about this body. Once he went out, it would be tantamount to death. He didn't know that Douglas would let him go so easily, maybe he was crouching in some dark corner waiting for an opportunity to move out.

"I'm not as interested in human society as you are." He opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of blood from it, put it in his mouth, and sat back on the sofa with his legs crossed.

"Aita, you must be the strangest vampire I have ever seen. You don't like to suck human blood, and you are not interested in everything. Fortunately, you have been sleeping for 400 years, otherwise the long life will make you bored to death , "Dylan prepared the hot pot base, brought it to the glass table in front of the TV, brought the washed dishes over, and slowly put some in.

Fu Heng's nose moved, and the smell of hot pot wafted over. In the past, he would have been greedy and ate it with a bowl, but now he has no appetite at all. In his eyes, the delicious food in the past is not as good as the one in his hand. blood bag.

"Don't compare me with those low-level vampires, I don't like the low-level fun you said at all," he wanted to complete the task and return to the real world.

Dylan chuckled.It's as arrogant as ever.

"Dylan, why don't you see anyone at night every once in a while?" He has been here for several months, and there is always one night every month when he doesn't see Dylan.

Dylan ate the food in his mouth, took a sip of water, and then looked at him in shock, "Little guy, don't you know that werewolves are forced to transform every month on the night of the full moon?"

"..." He didn't read much, so he really didn't know what was going on, but the original body in this world should know.

"Because I was forced to transform, so I will lose control, so I usually hide in the forest in advance to prevent harming innocent people." He took another sip of water and stared at Fu Heng with a smile, who looked dull because of his speechlessness s face.

Feeling ridiculed, he took a breath of imitation blood angrily, and decided to ignore the obviously complacent person.

"Angry? You're young, you're very angry," Dylan teased him.

He always said that he was young, but his original body was more than [-] years old. In human society, he was at the level of ancestors. He didn't believe that he would be younger than this wolf. "If you say I am young, how old are you Like."

"If you count it, I will be sixty years older than you. If you count it according to the generation of human beings, you have to call me grandpa." The vampire, who was obviously about to explode, didn't appear to be annoying at all, and even vaguely saw a hint of pampering.

"..."

The bag of blood in his mouth fell to the ground with a snap, and Fu Heng forgot to pick it up in shock. This man, who is only 25 or six years old, is almost [-] years old!Well, he is short-sighted, he has blind eyes, he doesn't know Taishan!He, a vampire, can live to be four hundred years old in a coffin without eating or drinking. Why can't a werewolf who can eat and drink live longer than him?

"Scared?" Dylan picked up the blood bag and put it on the table, stroking him lovingly, "Ata, you don't know how long I've been waiting for you."

"Whoa!"

Before Fu Heng could react, the glass on the window suddenly shattered, and a person jumped in from the outside.

Perhaps it should not be said that he is a person, who looks so terrifying, with two protruding eyeballs, a mouth full of fangs, with some flesh and blood hanging on them, bulging veins on his face, and sharp claws holding a severed arm, This is clearly a vampire, a low-level vampire.

The classification of blood races is very strict. Pure bloods always have an innate advantage. They not only have absolute leadership but also have super abilities. The non-pure blood vampires who have just been transformed from humans are the lowest. Without reason, he only knows how to rob food blindly. When facing humans, he will start predating almost crazily. The one in front of him should be the only one. The red eyes seem to be on fire. Even if he sees Fu Heng, a pure animal Blood, not timid, even licked a circle of fangs with his tongue.

"Aita, go upstairs."

Dylan pulled him behind him, his eyes fixed on the other side.

But the vampire, which instinctively only attacked food, did not give them time to talk and think, and quickly flew over. Dylan kicked it out with one foot, and pushed Fu Heng upstairs with his arms, "Hurry up." go up."

But Fu Heng hadn't climbed a few steps when the fast-moving vampire rushed over again, heading straight for him, with its claws wide open, eager to devour him.

Fu Heng forgot to run, and stood there stupidly. Fortunately, Dylan was quick enough to drag him back to his side, picked up the pot of hot pot soup and poured it on his head. By the way, he kicked the vampire. As expected, it flew up again, and a sharp wooden stake happened to be inserted from behind it, directly hitting the heart.The horrible vampire fell silent and was pinned to a stake.

A few people jumped in from the broken window. They were all in black. The leader was about 30 years old, with a pair of eagle eyes.

"Sir, thank you very much for helping us kill this evil vampire."

Dylan leaned slightly, half covering Fu Heng's face, "It's okay, but it's so late, shouldn't you leave my room?"

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, we're leaving now," the big man bowed to him, and when he got up, he quietly gave the red-haired man in his arms a look, and then said The group flashed into the darkness with the vampire's corpse.

Fu Heng patted his hands covering his face away, and asked, "Are those people just now vampire hunters?"

"Well," Dylan looked at the shattered glass and windows in distress, and had to repair the windows again.

"Why don't those people recognize me?" He's also a vampire, so vampire hunters would know of his existence, but the group just left without even looking at him.

"You have my smell on you, and their sensors can't feel it."

"..." Fu Heng was dumbfounded. Since when did he smell like a werewolf?

"You drank my blood," Dylan reminded understandingly.

"Okay," that's okay too?Are they werewolves so powerful?Just sucking a few mouthfuls of blood can also cover up the aura on his body. This is too convenient. If he does something bad in the future, he can do it in the name of a werewolf.

"It's too late, I have to go to bed, don't stay here anymore, go up with me, and clean up tomorrow." Dylan rubbed his eyes, he was really sleepy, he hasn't been here for several days how to rest.

Then regardless of Fu Hengtong's consent, he took him by the hand and went back to his room, took several comics and put them next to the chair where he was sitting, and then yawned and fell back on the bed unconscious.

"I always feel trapped..."