Fast time travel tricks to death system

"Just like this..." Delga's lips pressed against Zhou Ming's: "A qualified blood slave must learn how to please his master."

"Master?" Zhou Ming felt that Delga lost the aura just now and was a little more immature. His lips stuck to his lips for more than ten seconds.

Zhou Ming found that Delga in front of him was also somewhat handsome. He was different from Macarena. Macarena had a feminine beauty and a thrilling beauty. Delga could be described as a handsome gentleman, making people fall in love with him at first sight This man feels comfortable and relaxed. For Zhou Ming, he prefers the type like Delga.

Delga liked to hear Zhou Ming's master just now: "That's right, that's it."

"Count Delga, I just expressed my doubts, but it doesn't mean that I will become your blood slave." There is always an indescribable tacit understanding between Zhou Ming and Delga.

"Do you think that in this world, except me, who else can be your master?" Delga's seemingly arrogant words became a reality in the future. He will become the king of vampires, commanding vampires in all directions.

"For example, Macarena." Zhou Ming said casually, and Delga's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Do you know Macarena?"

Only then did Zhou Ming realize that he had slipped the tongue, and added: "Macarena is the prince of vampires, and even a legendary vampire. Compared with you, isn't he more suitable for me?"

"Hmph!" Delga said with displeasure, "One day I will surpass him."

Zhou Ming was relieved when he heard that he didn't think too much. He put his weapon on his body. This was Delga's tacit consent. He also had his own plan to become Delga's blood slave. Not being bitten, even a few drops of blood, is worth it.

He was led to his room by Delga and changed his clothes. These were Delga's casual clothes. His figure was about the same as Zhou Ming's, so Zhou Ming fit him well except that it was a little looser.

Delga made a set of anklets for Zhou Ming. Simply put, it was to prevent Zhou Ming from escaping from his castle. Zhou Ming expressed helplessness for Delga's actions, but he could not directly agree to Delga's becoming his blood slave In this way, Delga will not relax his surveillance on Zhou Ming even more. He lived in harmony in the first few days, but after Delga started to treat him more severely, he became indifferent.

Delga was going to attend Hittarian's banquet, he was locked in the room, he thought of the thin boy before, he is now also bound by heavy anklets, and he didn't know why Delga had been locked up for so long How did you come here.

He pushed away the boy's room. The room was extremely dark. He fumbled for the light in the room, and with a click, he seemed to have stepped on something.

"Stand still, I'll turn on the light." The young man's voice was clear and crisp, and he could accurately know Zhou Ming's location in the dark. He turned on the light in the room, only to see Zhou Ming's surprised face .

The room is full of his paintings, and his paintings contain a lot of things. What Zhou Ming stepped on before was the pen on the ground, and the young man was still holding a pen in his hand. He was able to paint so smoothly in the dark .

"Your hand was injured?" Zhou Ming asked when he saw the knife marks on his hand.

The boy didn't expect Zhou Ming's first words to be about his injuries: "It's just some minor injuries."

"You paint with the lights off all the time?" Zhou Ming was curious, he nodded and said, "Well, I can only find inspiration in dark places."

"Can you see it?"

"Other people's nights are often dark, but my nights are colorful, and my paintings also have souls." The young man picked up his unfinished painting, and Zhou Ming saw that what he drew was a weeping bird. The deer gazed sadly into the distance.

Zhou Ming felt that this boy was full of sadness.

"I can see that the master cares about you very much. After so many years, this is the first time I see the master will bother with a human being." The boy put the painting away.

"Really?" He didn't think that Delga cared about him.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being locked up here, isn't it?" The boy opened the closed window to let in the sunlight from outside. He closed his eyes and said something that Zhou Ming didn't understand.

"what are you saying?"

"It's nothing." He sat back in his seat, staring at the painting in a daze, without saying another word.

Zhou Ming himself was just curious, and he left the room after viewing a few of his paintings.

The young man looked up at Zhou Ming's back intently, and the paintbrush in his hand snapped in two sections.