What should I do if the seven veterans are revived at the same time?

Zhou Minghui originally didn't intend to really explore Zhuo Lan's private life.

It's not that he trusts the blood clan, on the contrary, he understands the nature of the blood clan and his attitude towards him to some extent.The star network is full of various news about the blood race, some of which seem to be fake, and some...but they can't think deeply.

Zhou Minghui is an adult man with a normal IQ, even exceeding the average of ordinary people, and a keen observation ability.If he was willing to think about it and analyze it, Zhuo Lan didn't need to say anything, Zhou Minghui would be able to deduce the general truth.

But most of the time, Zhou Minghui didn't do that.

It's not so much that he's too busy, or that he doesn't bother to do so, but that he doesn't want to break the status quo.

Zhuo Lan is not around, but he will reply to the message, and we can meet each other on Starnet, and occasionally in reality.This state is like an old friend who has known each other for many years, and also like a lover in a different place.Although Zhou Minghui felt that the distance between the two was a bit far, his own career had just started after all, and it was not yet prosperous.Compared with the conditions that could be offered to Zhuo Lan in the past, they are like heaven and earth.

Zhou Minghui didn't want the blood race to feel that following him would suffer hardships, and he didn't want him to see himself suffering hardships in starting a business.

He believes that he will be outstanding, but he doesn't want people—especially important people—to see his difficult and embarrassing side.

Zhou Minghui's personality was born like this.

Similarly, he didn't want to think deeply about Zhuo Lan's scandal with others, because he didn't want to let himself lose his composure.

This is a bit deceiving, and sometimes even makes Zhou Minghui think "I am nothing now, and I have no right to ask others".Zhou Minghui suppressed the urge to investigate to the point of being extremely strict.One must know that hundreds of years ago, when Zhuo Lan was "drawn into the territory" by him, Zhou Minghui knew exactly what a male artist and blood clan said for a few minutes at work.

But hundreds of years ago, Zhou Minghui could still claim to be the patron of the blood clan, what about this time?

This time, Zhou Minghui went to Zhuo Lan shortly after waking up, and semi-forced his way into the blood family's house.Although the misunderstanding has been resolved, the two have not settled on any names after all.Occasionally, Zhou Minghui couldn't help thinking that Zhuo Lan just liked his own blood and was always open to love affairs, so he followed his own wishes to restore the "relationship".

Zhou Minghui couldn't even tell what the restorable "relationship" was.

He forced himself not to think about it, but in fact he already had the answer in his heart.He ordered himself not to delve into the relationship between Zhuo Lan and others, largely because he felt that he had nothing to do with Zhuo Lan.

Perhaps Zhuo Lan was just pushing him halfway.

Drinking some blood and getting some sleep is the easiest thing for a vampire.Compared with people's legends about the blood race for thousands of years, Zhuo Lan even showed great kindness to his "prey".He gave way to Zhou Minghui, and even coaxed Zhou Minghui, all of which gave Zhou Minghui a feeling, or an illusion: in this relationship, I am the leader.

Who is actually?

It's clear now.

Zhou Minghui couldn't tell, but Zhuo Lan suddenly called and said that he came to see him, how surprised he was.He even squeezed out his hectic work for a three-day vacation, and immediately planned his travel itinerary.He is like a child who suddenly got a surprise candy, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find the most beautiful candy box in a hurry, just to store the candy in the most beautiful place.

Obviously everything went well as expected.

But Zhou Minghui couldn't figure out why he couldn't help mentioning Zhuo Lan's scandal within a few minutes after seeing Zhuo Lan.

And obviously very happy at dinner, and very happy at nightlife, but when I heard the gossip on Xingwang, I started to pursue it impulsively.

On the one hand, he felt that the face of his questioning was like a jealous woman, harsh and ugly; on the other hand, he really couldn't control his questioning mouth, and each question became more pungent.

When he asked the question "You have other lovers, don't you?", his heart was already extremely stuffy, but his mind was extremely clear.

——Finally asked out.

——Anyway, we have come to this point, why not make it clear today.

——Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain...isn't it?

Zhuo Lan, who was facing the question, stared at him for a few seconds, and finally spoke.

"Do you want to hear the truth, or do you want to hear what pleases you?"

When Zhou Minghui heard this, he already knew the answer.But he still looked into the eyes of the blood race, and replied calmly, almost masochistically: "The truth."

"To be honest, it's exactly what you think." Zhuo Lan simply let it go, "Yes."

At this point in the conversation, the two were silent for a few minutes.

Zhou Minghui's mind was in a mess. He didn't want to hear more, but he asked another question calmly: "Then who am I to you?"

This question that Zhou Minghui struggled with was not so difficult for Zhuo Lan.

His views and positioning of Zhou Minghui have not changed for hundreds of years.

The blood clan replied: "Lover."

As expected by Zhou Minghui.

Even if someone asked Zhou Minghui this question out of the blue, Zhou Minghui might subconsciously answer "lover".But after thinking about it carefully, Zhou Minghui understood in his heart that it was not just like this.

He asked the blood again: "Do you like me?"

Zhuo Lan answered this question very calmly: "I like it."

"Really?"

"Don't like me sleeping with you?" The blood clan smiled, "You think a fourth-generation blood clan is too weak, don't you?"

Zhou Minghui realized that the "like" he said might not be at the same level as the "like" in the mouth of the blood race.

So Zhou Minghui put it another way: "Do you love me?"

Zhuo Lan was silent.

Zhou Minghui understood intellectually that "this answer is reasonable", but he felt a dull pain in his heart.

He added another question: "Then have you ever loved me? Have you ever thought of this before?"

Zhuo Lan remained silent.

Zhou Minghui answered for him: "No, right?"

Zhuo Lan said: "It should be."

Zhou Minghui clenched his fingers, but his face remained calm: "Have you ever loved anyone else?"

Zhuo Lan said slowly: "I don't know what...'love' feels like."

A blood race who has lived for thousands of years can't figure out "love".

Sounds ironic, but it's true.The most important thing in Zhuo Lan's heart is the figure that has been parted for thousands of years.But even for this person, Zhuo Lan didn't dare to say "love" clearly.It's not that Zhuo Lan's emotions are not strong enough, it's just that he dare not say "love" to that person.The love of a blood clan should be considered blasphemy for that person.

Zhuo Lan's affection for that person is that he lived for thousands of years just to see him again.Once you see him, you can die immediately.

Intense, firm, decisive.

And under this person, there are many, many, Zhou Minghui, He Ning, An Nuo... are all similar.

These people are above the "average" range and in the "liked, pleasing" range.A lot above that, at the very far top, is where the person is.

Zhuo Lan's own position is even much lower than that person's.

This weird ranking of importance made the word "love" blurred in Zhuo Lan's heart.

Zhou Minghui didn't know the huge secret buried in the hearts of the blood race, but asked slowly: "You feel this way about other people...?"

Zhuo Lan asked back: "You mean everyone?"

Zhou Minghui said, "Lover."

Zhuo Lan couldn't tell, and the scope of "lover" itself was also very vague: "...Probably."

Zhou Minghui is completely sure: ...so I am just "one of them".

But he deluded himself and thought, if everyone is within the same range...is there still a chance for a breakthrough?

The thought crossed his mind, and he couldn't help laughing at himself.

——Zhou Minghui, are you willing to degenerate to this point?

——You still want to rob people with other people?

Seeing Zhou Minghui's movement, Zhuo Lan sighed: "If you don't want to do this, then forget it."

Zhou Minghui asked subconsciously: "What 'forget'?"

"What do you think?" Zhuo Lan said, "I know you can't stand this, I shouldn't hide it from you. Now that it's all said and done, you make a decision."

Hearing this, Zhou Minghui gritted his teeth a bit: "Let me make a decision? You don't have any ideas of your own? You don't even want to say a word to persuade you to stay, do you?"

"I just know that what I say now is useless." Zhuo Lan replied, "Zhou Minghui, you never listen to others, you only listen to yourself."

"It's useless to say anything!" Zhou Minghui stood up and stared at Zhuo Lan condescendingly, "You are just...!"

Zhou Minghui wanted to swear, but he couldn't utter the words.

——It's too ugly.

Zhou Minghui took several deep breaths to forcefully suppress the irritability in his heart.He can't stay in this room now, and he can't say a clean break. Any choice is like denying a part of him.

"In this case, let's not meet again." Zhou Minghui tried his best to maintain his attitude. Even now, he still doesn't want to show his ugly and embarrassing side in front of Zhuo Lan. "We all need a calm time." .”

Zhuo Lan interpreted these words as: Stop it.

"...Understood." The blood race couldn't tell what mood he was in.My heart was irritated like a mess, but somehow loosened a piece.

Just break it off, so that you don't have to be careful to hide it, this kind of life is enough.

Thinking about this point clearly, Zhuo Lan also felt that this matter should be dealt with quickly.

Thinking of it, the blood clan lifted the quilt and was about to get up, Zhou Minghui grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving." Zhuo Lan looked at him, "Didn't you decide not to see him?"

"..." Zhou Minghui didn't know what he was thinking, and said, "You don't have to go, I'll go home."

Zhuo Lan: "...Huh?"

"Anyway, the hotel has been booked for three days, and I have paid for it. You can stay here. I have spent so much time on the road, and I haven't rested yet." Zhou Minghui felt that his reason and behavior had been separated, and he clearly wanted to resolutely leave , but still said something biased towards the blood race, "I live on this planet, and I'm going back."

Zhuo Lan felt that this arrangement was miraculous, and didn't know how to ask questions, so he replied dryly: "Oh."

Zhou Minghui really packed his luggage and left.

He said "goodbye" at last, very calmly.

Zhuo Lan also stood near the door, leaning against the wall, and waved "goodbye" to him.

This scene reminded Zhou Minghui of the past again.Zhuo Lan lived with him, and sometimes when he went to work in the morning, Zhuo Lan would half-jokingly send him to the door to say goodbye to him.

——At that time, what did Zhuo Lan think of himself?

Zhou Minghui closed his eyes, forced himself not to think about it, turned and left.

The room became very quiet.

Zhuo Lan leaned against the wall, lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.After an unknown amount of time, he sighed softly.

"I forgot to give everything..."

The blood race finally moved again, slowly opened his luggage, and pulled out two beautifully wrapped boxes.After watching it for a few seconds, I called the hotel's service and asked the hotel to send it out.

After doing this, he didn't go back to bed.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the room are large, and the upper part can be opened.With the window open, Zhuo Lan sat in front of the window to enjoy the night breeze, enjoying the night view of the city.

Suddenly, a black shadow suddenly fell on the window, covering the breeze of the night.

The pupils of the blood race shrank suddenly!