[Quick Transmigration] On how to use the charm of personality to conquer the old attack of amnesia

Speaking of men's functions, we really can't make jokes about it.

During the intermission, Cheng Shu lay on Cairns and pinched his pectoralis major, his tone was tired.

"You just tormented me like this when I came back." The young man was very dissatisfied, "I ran a long distance yesterday, and my whole body is sore."

The man chuckled twice, and grabbed the hand that was making trouble on him. "It's not you who made the fire yourself." He comforted and kissed the forehead of the person in his arms, "I didn't intend to finish the whole set."

Cheng Shu shrank his head silently.

After a while, he leaned out again, "By the way, what happened to Wenke?" The young man frowned, "Did he collude with the Devil Party or the human race?"

Keynes slightly bent his lips to see him swaying back and forth buried in his arms, "It's the devil", the man combed the young man's golden hair with his fingers, "He and Greeter At the same time, I told the news that I belong to the Le Senbai family, and the Devil Party wants to take me back first, because Gerrit can't last long."

He carried the young man up a bit, "Well... shortly after you fell into a deep sleep, Gerrit also fell into a deep sleep."

Cheng Shu nodded half-understanding, "What happened that day?"

The man pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to recall the scene that day, and finally surrendered under the curious eyes of the young man. "Early that morning, I got up and planned to take blood for you, but suddenly a servant came over and said that there were demons in the training team, and I went before I could tell you."

"Winke came back at that time. He took the holy water given to him by the demon party and mixed it into your blood cup. He also arranged a short-term demon-suppressing formation outside your door."

Keynes sighed softly, "His formation is the limit for your magic power to last for half a moment. If you can hold on for a while, whether you wait until I come back, or break through the formation by yourself..."

Cheng Shu buried his face in shame.

"Winke's relationship with you is not as simple as a master-servant relationship, you know?" The man suddenly changed his style.

Cheng Shu shrunk a little, and his voice was almost inaudible. "......Know."

"I don't want to blame you," Keynes pulled the man out, "I just came back when he wanted to take you away that day, and Wenke planned to release your restraint after leaving, but..." The man said in a low voice Laughing, the voice was a bit sarcastic, "The antidote that Gerrit gave him is fake."

The young man sighed.

This is what was expected. Judging from the past cases of the Demon Party's actions, it is basically unknown what the Three Views and the bottom line of morality are.

The man patted him on the head, "At that time, Wen Ke probably felt guilty because he couldn't release your restraint." He ran his hand along Cheng Shu's back, "I originally planned to let him pay for his life, but he asked himself Went to the far north to guard the ancestors."

Cheng Shu listened in silence, pursing his lips.

He and Wen Ke have lived together for more than 30 years, and it is not without emotion.It seemed that if he hadn't entered Su Boning's shell, Cheng Shu didn't know whether the two should have had a long-term relationship of cuddling each other.

Such paranoid and crazy feelings breed in the invisible darkness, and what trembles and entangles with them is the inner demon who cannot see the light.

This time it was just an accident in the reincarnation of the small world. After the correction, Wen Ke might not even have the humble extravagant hope.

The young man sighed, he wouldn't forgive him, but at least he could understand such a feeling of wanting nothing, and he didn't even have the courage to gamble all his self-esteem.

"That's it." He buried his head on Keynes's chest, feeling a little tired.

The man looked helpless at the young man, but still nodded, "This happened a hundred years ago." He sighed, "I thought you wouldn't come back."

"Although I felt that the soul bond hadn't disappeared at that time, the other avatar that was tied to it suddenly disappeared, and my heart panicked."

Keynes smiled softly when he said this, "I still think, what should I do if you never come back."

He touched Cheng Shu's face, his eyes seemed to look into his heart, "We have only been together for a short time, but I feel like I have been with you for a hundred years like this, but you are suddenly gone."

The man hugged him, seeming very tired.

"Over the years, I have accumulated a lot of things to say to you, asking where you have been, are you tired of me, are you..." He just smiled slightly at the worried eyes above Smiled, "Forget about me."

With the young man's arms around his neck, Keynes' voice was low and hoarse.

"It's not my sincerity to want to make you so hard that you can't get out of bed for a month." He licked and kissed Cheng Shu's earlobe, chuckled twice, his words turned upside down, and the man slammed into the body of the person in his arms, " What I really want to do is to make you lie under me for the rest of your life, unable to go anywhere..."

Among the rapid groans and gasps in the room, only the last vague sentence was heard.

"You can only ask me to let you go."

......

At the banquet where the cups were mixed, the pope toasted to the handsome and tall man in the high position, and exchanged a return gift and a meaningful smile.

"Humph", the middle-aged man in a red thick velvet shawl retracted the cup in his hand and turned around and snorted coldly, "Wait a while... I don't know if I can be as high as I am now."

Tonight is a banquet specially prepared by Keynes for the nobles of the Demon Party. It is basically a political consultation meeting on how to make the two races of vampires and human races coexist harmoniously. It's a good time to talk, and it's perfectly appropriate to take advantage of the softening of the forces and attitudes of the three races to engage in the cause of world peace.

Of course, this is the thinking of the people who eat melons who don't know the situation.

At the gate, some nobles from the Demon Party began to come in one after another. They were not imprisoned because of the war, but boarded in the area prepared by the Secret Party to guarantee their personal freedom. At this time, they almost all knew the business to be done tonight. , most of the expressions are not too repulsive.

After all, only a temporary peace can give the Devils a chance to breathe after the heavy losses in the war.

The Pope pinched the thin goblet with some fat fingers, seeing the dark light in the eyes of the demons, he picked up the red wine and agreed to the door one by one.

Although most of the Mozu people ignored him.

At any rate, the secret party can still be regarded as a mother compatriot, and it is more convenient to say something. The small, cunning and dirty species of the human race are completely unworthy of entering the eyes of noble species like the blood race.

Picking up the blood from the servant's tray, the nobles of the Demon Party, who looked more evil than the Secret Party, raised their glasses to Keynes from a distance, completely ignoring that there seemed to be a leader of the human race beside him.

The Pope took back the raised cup embarrassingly, and the gloom in his eyes became even worse.

He had seen a few female vampires of the Demon Party looking hot and sexy, and wanted to go up and tease them, but they didn't even give him a look.

Just wait, the man squeezed his palm hard. Sooner or later, he will make these charming blood girls his slaves. Only then can he make up for the resentment in his heart by enjoying their humiliation... ..

After everyone was seated, the young prince took the first seat and gave a slight nod to the dignitaries in the next seat.

"It's my honor that everyone can come today." Keynes smiled slightly, shook the blood in the goblet by his hand and put it down again, "How about getting straight to the point?"

Everyone below nodded.

"Today, I hope that everyone can discuss a peace treaty of armistice and non-interference here." can stop wars on many fronts.”

"So first of all, what do you guys think about the border...?"

......

When the sky gradually turned bright, the meeting was already halfway through, and it was almost time for the blood race to get tired.

Keynes also looked tired, "It's almost dawn, everyone should go back to rest first." He smiled at the Pope sitting on the left, "Your Excellency, it's hard work to come here at night. Go back earlier, we will continue tonight."

The man sitting next to him was unmoved, with a somewhat provocative and contemptuous expression, "It is indeed for your face."

The young prince seemed puzzled, "Are you...?"

"Everyone", the middle-aged man with a greasy face ignored him, and lazily stopped the person who was about to leave, "Don't you want to know the identity of your high-ranking secret party prince?"

"What do you mean?" Keynes also leaned back in his chair, "We can negotiate a peaceful coexistence all night." He emphasized the four words of peaceful coexistence.

"Peace?" The Pope sneered. "It is also necessary to have no important concealment." He raised his hand and beckoned, "Bring Wright Dorn up."

The man in the first seat watched his movements, squinted his eyes slightly, and leaned over as if watching a farce.

Soon, the attendants brought him up.

The handsome young man's walking movements were a bit stiff, the result of being tortured so hard yesterday, holding a small bottle with his slender fingertips, he walked towards the conference table step by step.

Keynes' eyes were a little dark.

"My lord," Cheng Shu bowed respectfully, "Wright Dorn is at your service."

The Pope didn't answer, and impatiently snatched the vial from his hand, shaking it in front of everyone on the field, "See? It contains the blood of your honorable Prince Keynes."

He took out another small box from his body, and inside it was a large group of puppet worms.The man laughed sinisterly, "It is said that the prince's blood is the most orthodox Vendro family of the Secret Party." He picked out a puppet that was twisting in the air, "Why don't you try it out? alright."

"and many more."

Someone on the field stopped, and the pope turned to look at Keynes, "Why, is His Excellency afraid, or is he afraid to let others know that he is a demon?"

There was a lot of discussion because of his sentence.

"How could our prince be...?"

"But there were indeed such rumors..."

"Now we have a good show..."

"What is this fat man talking nonsense, is it the demons who are here to mess with their own family?"

"Not necessarily, maybe..."

The man still looked calm, and he stretched out his hand, "It's obviously not very convincing to take a drop of blood that I don't know where it came from, why don't you just let me give you a drop for testing, what do you think?"