Faithful Dog Guidebook [Quick Transmigration]

"So... are you going to watch me die like this?"

Zhou Yu looked at him, and said intermittently between short breaths, "I'm not surprised at all, after all, this is really not a good opening...Maybe if everything can be done again, there won't be so many misunderstandings between us ..."

Gein narrowed his eyes, "Don't think I will believe your nonsense."

"Gain..." The blood race feebly raised his hand, the transparent liquid slipped from the corner of his wet eyes, his lips trembled slightly, "They say that the blood race will turn into ashes after death, leaving nothing behind."

He raised his body and slowly stroked the man's handsome face, "At least... give me a kiss at the end..."

"You..." For a moment, some images flashed through the werewolf's mind, and there was a familiar feeling that made him hesitate at that moment.

It was too late when he noticed that gleam from the corner of his eye.

puff!

The sharp blade pierced straight into the soft abdomen, and the werewolf let out an angry roar due to the severe pain, and his eyes instantly turned bright golden.

"Ow!"

"Don't move, it's mixed with silver. Before my knife is pulled out, the werewolf's self-healing power will be suppressed."

Zhou Yu was holding the dagger pulled out of the boot in his hand, and the tear was still hanging on his face, but the weak expression just now had disappeared, and his tone also changed, without those falsehoods The breathing sound became solid and tough.

"In case you haven't noticed, let me remind you. The blade is only one centimeter away from your aorta. If you accidentally struggle, you may not even be able to last for 3 minutes."

"...you just... just pretended?" Gain gritted his teeth to suppress the groan in his mouth. He held the blood clan's hand with one hand and wanted to pull out the dagger, but this kind of power was incompatible with the opponent. No matter how close they were, the bright red blood gurgled out from the wound, staining their hands blood red.

"Not all." Zhou Yu said, "As I said, I know you will not cooperate obediently, so I pretend to be weaker and let you relax your vigilance."

"You... a liar." Gein stared at him bitterly.

"I'm telling the truth." Zhou Yu moved closer, their eyes met, their noses touched, he opened his lips, his voice was hoarse, but deeply rooted in people's hearts, "I like you."

"You're talking..." Gein's eyes moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but the other party had already moved up and blocked his mouth.

This time Zhou Yu did not close his eyes, and Gein could watch his eyes gradually turn azure blue from the center, like some kind of magnificent seaweed with life, and he could feel that there was something thick in it. It grew savagely and pierced his heart.

Maybe somewhere in his heart, he already understood.

Joyle wasn't lying.

The werewolf fell backwards, and the vampire pressed against him. The dagger penetrated deeper because of this movement, almost piercing his back. The short cry of pain was blocked in his throat, and the vampire's cold and soft tongue licked Licking his sharp fangs, Gein didn't know if he was secreting more venom now, but that didn't matter anymore, because Joyle's fangs had pierced his lower lip and scratched his Tongues, rusty blood and saliva mixed together in a fierce kiss, without distinguishing each other.

After about a minute, or even less, Zhou Yu straightened up abruptly.

"Still useless."

He still couldn't get into the opponent's brain.

"What's useless?" Gein frowned, and an animal's sense of smell told him that the other party suddenly became very angry now.

Zhou Yu gave him a cold look, and pulled out the dagger decisively.

"Oh!" The young man couldn't help howling, clutching his stomach and turning sideways, "Do you really want to kill me?"

"If I really wanted to kill you, you would have died [-] times already." The blood race said, sticking out his tongue, licking the wolf blood off the dagger, his lips were also dyed bright red, It made him look deadly and indescribably alluring, and as the toxin in his veins faded, his complexion returned to normal.

Gein took off his coat and lifted up the tattered T-shirt on his abdomen. The wound that was still bloody and bloody just now began to heal quickly, and gradually disappeared along with the pain.

"I know it's useless to say it now." Zhou Yu walked to the side and lifted off the dust-proof cloth on the sofa, "But if you can treat me with less hostility and more trust, we can all live a lot better .”

"These words came from the man who stabbed me just now." The werewolf stood up from the ground.

"Here we go again... Do we really need to keep having these pointless quarrels? If you really hate me that much...then we're like men, armed with guns..."

Zhou Yu sat on the sofa and took out two game controllers from under the coffee table, "A showdown?"

The man paused for three seconds, "In a video game?"

Zhou Yu nodded.

"Not interested." Gein tilted his head, "I'm not in the mood right now."

Zhou Yu raised her eyebrows, "Are you not in the mood or...are you scared?"

Gein paused as he left, "Who is afraid?"

"Forget it, there's nothing shameful if you don't know how to play games. After all, you werewolves live in the deep mountains and old forests. It's understandable if you haven't seen these things..." Zhou Yu used the remote control to open the huge LCD screen in front of him.

"I warn you, you can attack me, no racial discrimination is allowed." The werewolf pointed at him in disbelief.

"Okay." The vampire leaning on the sofa nodded casually.

"You... Forget it, give it to me." Gein strode over to him and sat down.

Zhou Yu handed him the handle next to him with interested eyes.

"Let you see how powerful I am." Gein stared at the screen viciously, and pressed the button on the handle hard, "Don't cry if you lose."

No matter how much it changes, some lovely essence remains there.

Zhou Yu turned his head, bit his lip slightly to restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

"Take it easy, don't break my handle."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's start!" Someone has already started to be serious.

……

Dawn is coming, and for the vampires in Le Senbai Mansion, the carnival of immortality lasts no matter the day or night.

In the corridor, the maids carrying cleaning tools knocked on the door of each blood race one by one. Most of them were ordinary-looking and older women, because the young and good-looking ones had already "died in the line of duty".

Knocking on the door is just a kind of etiquette. In fact, all blood servants are deaf-mute. Most of them have lost contact with the outside world. They can neither tell the secret here nor leave this place. Almost all blood servants put They are like air, even if blood servants come in to clean the room when they are in love, no one will take a second look at them.

After cleaning, the silent blood servant lowered his head and closed the door from the outside, and walked into the next blood clan's room.

Unlike the previous lively room, this room was empty, but it seemed that something more special had happened here.

The blood servant walked through the mess with a blank face, and finally showed a puzzled look when he saw the strange marks on the wall.

She reached out and stroked the deep scratch.

The traces are thin at both ends and thick at the middle, short on both sides and long in the middle, looking like the claw marks of some kind of beast.

The blood servant recalled the scene he saw when he passed the incineration room two days ago - the stiff corpse, the beastly face, and the sharp nails on the fingers that seemed human but not human exposed under the shroud.

Her expression became terrified.

The plastic bucket fell to the floor, and the cleaning tools rolled out of the bucket and scattered on the blanket.

The blood servant let out a silent scream and ran out quickly.