vampire taboo

Wu Luo doesn't know what kind of existence Langus is to Wu Luo, but he is very clear, very clear, what kind of relationship Langus is with him. Lan, it's not the dean's mother, it's not Anybody, he will let himself out of control, make himself afraid.Afraid of his leaving, losing control of his blood, and even more, just like now, looking at Langus' face, he can't help stroking his hand, touching it lightly and carefully.

"Lan, why are you so nice to me!"

The boy's voice was weak, a little hoarse, and even trembling.

Langus opened his eyes, and looked at Wu Luo with blood-red eyes full of charm. That kind of nostalgia seemed to want to close and lock Wu Luo.

"woke up!"

Maybe it was because he was too tired. Langus’s voice was very tired. This was something Wu Luo had never heard before. Wu Luo knew why. Langus was a vampire, so he would naturally be tired after losing so much blood. Wu Luo had just experienced this feeling.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Blue..."

Wu Luo's voice began to have a faint cry, and even a pair of lavender pupils had become hazy, with a faint layer of mist inside, surrounding those beautiful pupils.

Langus smiled, and the good-looking ones were like fireworks that flashed and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Wu Luo even wondered if he had an illusion.

Langus buried his head lightly on Wu Luo's neck, and there was a faint fragrance on the young man's body, which attracted him like his blood.

"Because you are mine, you must live!"

Rangusi's evil and charming voice carried a strong possessiveness, and he announced domineeringly.

The tears hidden in the eyes finally rolled out, because you are mine, so you must live!

Wu Luo is a strong person, so strong that it hurts people's hearts. However, in front of Langus, Wu Luo is no longer strong, and he is no longer that Wu Luo. Even Wu Luo himself doesn't know his feelings for Langus. Dependence, what is it, is it good or bad.

In Wu Luo's heart, Langus is an irreplaceable one and only.

"You've just recovered, sleep a little longer!" The doting tone seemed to be that Wu Luo was his treasure.

The feeling of being lost and found made Langus know what kind of existence this boy is in his heart. At first, he would think of him as Ron, and at first, he would think that he was a substitute for Ron, but Now, he knows the difference between Wu Luo and Ron. If it was Ron who fell in his arms at that time, Langus knew that he would not be heartbroken. Well, it won't be the case, because I have never been able to worry about Ron, just like Ron has never cared about myself, and my acquaintance with Ron was originally a mistake that could not happen.

Wu Luo nodded quietly, Hughes was just outside, Wu Luo knew, perhaps, this was the mutual induction between blood clans.

Langus got up, his blood-colored eyes were still icy cold, with a trace of cold and arrogant chill.

He is still the aloof vampire king.

Langus' departure took away a certain amount of temperature, Wu Luo curled up and closed his eyes.

Lan... I seem to be... more and more inseparable from you.

In the living room, under the dim light, Hughes stood upright.

"Owner!"

Hughes bent over to Langus, and then handed over a cup in his hand.

Inside the cup, the blood-colored liquid was still steaming upwards.

Langus took the cup, came to the sofa, and sat down lazily.

Hughes is a smart person, and it may be because of this that he was able to stay in human society.

Needless to ask, needless to say, he already guessed what Langus did, he used his own blood to feed that boy.

The noble blood of the vampire king represents endless power.

Langus raised his glass and drank it down.

Hughes has never seen Langus like this. He is a picky person. He has always been picky about blood. Because of this, Hughes is more sure of his thoughts.

"Lost!"

After Hughes finished speaking, he quietly waited for Langus' punishment.

Langus knew what he was talking about lost, and Langus never thought that he could find out everything about Fei in this way.

"Continue to check!"

"Yes!"

Langus played with the cup in his hand, murderous intent flashed in his blood-red eyes.