Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Damon carried him upstairs and put him on the narrow single bed.

The butler appeared behind him out of nowhere and reminded, "Sir, the human body is easily invaded by diseases, please remember to cover him with a quilt."

Damon pursed his lips without moving.

Under tremendous pressure, the butler continued, "Small details can increase your intimacy with Mr. Ni Ke, and will be of great help in signing a soul contract in the future."

Damon was silent for a moment, and finally pulled the quilt from the other side of the bed and gently covered the young man.

The butler gave a relieved smile, then stepped aside.

The young man's blood was unbelievably soft and sweet, just smelling it made one's blood boil, and more importantly, he also possessed a soul that was so pure that it almost glowed.

Under such double temptations, not to mention ordinary demons, even the powerful and self-sufficient Mr. Capet will also be tempted.

What's more, now that the two of them have signed a temporary blood contract, it's not just as simple as deepening the induction, even if the master's face is normal, he can still feel that the powerful aura that has been suppressed is gradually being excited.

Those little bastards outside who don't know how to live or die, and dare to covet them, are afraid that they will suffer.

The housekeeper looked at the sleepy young man with pity, and hoped that Mr. Capet could vent his emotions completely, otherwise...

In the middle of the night, the butler's words came true.

The room in the attic was opened, black mist poured in, and a tall human figure condensed.

Daemon's pale face was covered with drops of blood, his pale eyes were dyed crimson, shining brightly in the dimness, and his broad and firm chest was heaving violently due to the restlessness in his body.

The intense emotions didn't decrease because of the killing, but intensified instead.

Especially when seeing the peaceful sleeping face of the young man and smelling the sweet smell in the air, the desire in the body to tear people apart and swallow them into the stomach is unprecedentedly strong.

Before that, he had been asleep for a hundred years, and he didn't wake up until the day before yesterday.

The prophecy said that his godhead would come to the world in the near future, and manifest the chosen and called human beings, so he came here.

When he saw the young man for the first time, Damon didn't feel much. The young man's soul was very clean, but he was not given what he wanted.So he just signed a temporary blood contract with him, temporarily imprinting his own mark on the other party, and establishing a connection.

However, just yesterday morning, shortly after the young man left his room, the indifferent human soul suddenly smelled like a god, which was the godhead that had been stripped from him.

Whether it is for a demon who was born in hell, or a demon like him who fell due to hatred, Ni Ke, who is now endowed with godhead, is the most tempting and precious.

Damon closed his eyes, opened his lips restrainedly, and embraced the artery on the side of the young man's neck, quietly feeling the flow of blood inside.

The scent of youthful hair lingers on the tip of his nose, a mixture of rose and lemon.

I don't know when, he was very fond of this smell, and when this smell appeared on the young man, it seemed to become more alluring.

Fang Zhuo was dreaming again.

He dreamed that he was pressed on a soft bed, kissed, sucked, and bitten hard.

A cold hand always gently rubbed the back of his neck, and then clasped it tightly with full control.All his struggles and curses were swallowed by the other party.

He clearly heard the other party say, "Your soul can only belong to me."

Over and over again, the voice is like a kind of magic, which can make people stunned and forget everything.

Fang Zhuo woke up with pain all over his body, sat on the bed in a daze for a while, and found that he couldn't remember last night's dream again

He pursed his lips and said, "What's wrong with my mouth?"

He hurriedly picked up his phone and turned on the front camera.

There are bloody scabs on the lips, as if bitten.But at this time, he couldn't care about his mouth anymore. His face, which was still swollen yesterday, has improved a lot, only a slight bruise remained on his cheekbones.

Fang Zhuo was shocked, "Have I mastered new skills again, and I will be radiant after a short sleep."

233: "I think it might be because Damon gave you blood."

Fang Zhuo hummed, his eyes widened in surprise, "Why don't I know!"

He only remembered taking a shower, returning the shampoo, oh, and watching a magic movie with 233.

233 sighed, "It seems your memory has been erased."

Fang Zhuo scratched his throat, "I won't die, or be cursed or something?"

233,"Aren't you fine?"

Fang Zhuo thought about it. Not only did he not die, but his appearance also improved. He frowned and thought for a while, "You said that Daemon was a god before. Does his body fluid have a repairing function?"

After he finished speaking, he paused, his voice was a little weak, "I didn't mean that one, don't get it wrong."

233, who didn't think anything wrong at first, and had a pure mind, "..."

Seeing that 233 had nothing to say, Fang Zhuo was in a good mood, changed his clothes and ran downstairs humming a song.

The three roommates probably had morning class today, but none of them left.

Fang Zhuo soaked oatmeal with milk, and waited for Damon to go downstairs while eating. When he was about to be late at 08:30, he did not see the shadow of the man.

So he took out his mobile phone and called Dimon's uncle, "Hello, I'm Ni Ke."

The butler asked, "What can you do?"

Fang Zhuo said, "I have something to ask Mr. Dimon, but I don't have his mobile phone number."

The butler raised his forehead, he actually forgot about this matter, Mr. Capet has been asleep for many years, he knows very little about modern society, and there is no such thing as exchanging numbers in his mind.

The butler said, "Wait a minute, I'll send it right away."

After finishing speaking, he remembered something, and added, "Damon is introverted and has many old habits in life. I hope you can forgive me."

Soon, the housekeeper sent Dimon's cell phone number.

Fang Zhuo hurriedly sent a message, wanting to brush up his presence, [Good morning, do you want to go to school together? 】

The text message went nowhere and has never been answered.

Song Hengzhou, who was forced to sit with him, squinted at Fang Zhuo, "What are you doing, why don't you do the questions?"

In the last class in the morning, the professor asked everyone to draw lots in class to form a discussion group, and work in groups of two to complete a topic.

Fang Zhuo was so lucky that he happened to be drawn together with Song Hengzhou.

He turned the phone over, "Wait a minute, I'll figure it out right away."

Song Hengzhou was very dissatisfied with his double-mindedness, slapped the book on the table, and threatened in a vicious voice, "If you dare to hold me back, I don't mind beating you up again."

Fang Zhuo rolled his eyes, "My grades last semester were higher than yours."

Song Hengzhou gritted his teeth angrily, but he couldn't refute it. Although Ni Ke hated it, his grades were indeed better than him.

When two people with the wrong aura get together, they are completely tormenting each other. At first they can barely discuss a few words, but later it becomes a full-time bickering.

Fang Zhuo felt that he was naive, "Let's be like this today."

Song Hengzhou didn't want to spend any more time with him, so he stuffed the book into his bag, carried it on his back, and walked. While walking, he called his friends and asked him to go to the bar to play.

Fang Zhuo just listened to it, thinking that he had heard of that street somewhere.

There were only two classes in the afternoon. After school, Fang Zhuo went to the supermarket and bought some food. When he opened the door, he heard voices in the living room.

He walked out of the entrance and saw Lu Song and two other foreign students whom he didn't know were together, talking about something with a serious expression.

Seeing Fang Zhuo coming in, Lu Song raised his hand and called him, "Hey Ni Ke, come here quickly. Do you still remember the mysterious disappearance I told you last time? It's in the alley on Langton Street."

Fang Zhuo had a little impression, "I have an impression."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment. Song Hengzhou seemed to have made an appointment with someone on Langton Street before. Fang Zhuo asked, "Did something happen on that street again?"

Lu Song nodded, "Another person is missing, a 23-year-old male who is also from our school. Same as last time, he entered that alley and never came out again."

After experiencing "My protagonist is a devil", Fang Zhuo became afraid of this world.

Hearing Lu Song's words now, he immediately thought of those bloodthirsty creatures living in the dark.

Seeing that Fang Zhuo didn't question him like last time, Lu Song came over and put his hand around his neck, "Do you want to go on an adventure? Come with my two classmates, I promise to be safe."

What guarantee do you have, brother, if there is a demon that eats people and doesn't spit bones living in that alley, we will never return.

Fang Zhuo hurriedly waved his hands, "I won't go, you'd better not go either, it's too dangerous."

Even without demons, the street is not safe.

There are many bars on Langton Street, and there are drunks everywhere at night. These people get too drunk and often get into fights. There were two robberies last month.

"Coward." Lu Song murmured, "Forget it, but don't turn off your phone tonight. I'll call you if something happens."

Fang Zhuo said, "If there is danger, it is more reliable for you to call the police."

Lu Song thinks about it too, as far as the body of the person in front of him is concerned, he must be the one who runs ahead in case of danger.

Fang Zhuo asked him a few more worried words before going upstairs. When he passed the second floor, he took another look at Damon's room.

He tiptoed over and put his ear to the door, it was quiet inside.

Fang Zhuo asked the system, "Is he here?"

233,"Not here."

Fang Zhuo wondered, "Is he still in the lab now?"

233 said, "Soak in the ice spring."

After finishing speaking, he directly sent a live broadcast to Fang Zhuo.

Damon put his hands on the edge of the pool, actually taking a bath.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Zhuo saw the man stand up from the water, with slender limbs and strong muscles, every line revealed delicacy and infinite strength.

Fang Zhuo blinked, fixed his eyes on a certain place, tsk tsk, "I really want to give him a thumbs up on the spot."

233 close the picture.

Fang Zhuo praised generously, "Our family Sansan has become more and more powerful recently, and I feel more and more secure with you."

The system didn't make a sound, probably because it was shy.

Fang Zhuo turned on the computer, trying to find a suitable part-time job online.

As a demon, Dimon must have a long life, and he must be prepared to spend a long time with the other party, which means that he must have enough money to continue his current life and studies.

Fang Zhuo suddenly asked, "Ah San, how long has Damon lived?"

"a long time."

Recalling that he naively thought that there was only a three-generation gap between the two, Fang Zhuo sighed, "Then besides souls and living things, what else do demons like?"

"very many."

"Are you poisoned?"

"..."

The system obviously refused to disclose, Fang Zhuo could only go to Google by himself, and the search results were all nonsense, so he had to find a few more movies related to demons, intending to understand more intuitively.

Most of the demonic emotions in the movie are extreme, either gloomy or intense, and they are always Fake.

The most unacceptable thing is that they follow their instincts, never hide their desires, and often make human beings die, and they are not happy yet.

Fang Zhuo covered his eyes, turned off the computer, and thought that he would try to seduce Damon desperately, so he couldn't help being afraid.

233 encouraged, "Come on."

Fang Zhuoxin said that he couldn't afford to add oil.

Just imagine, a tortured person could have escaped by death, but suddenly he was poured into a mysterious spring, and then he jumped alive and continued to be tossed to death.

This kind of life is really miserable, miserable.

Just do my homework, only homework can make me forget everything.

Fang Zhuo is a person who is easily absorbed. After turning his attention to studying, he treats his surroundings like nothing, and he doesn't even notice that his mobile phone rings.

The screen turned off and then turned on again, Fang Zhuo heard that the name of Song Hengzhou was displayed on the screen.

Fang Zhuo picked up and fed a few times, but there were only heavy gasps and noises in the receiver, and there was no answer. He was not even sure whether it was Song Hengzhou himself on the other side of the phone.

He hung up the phone, hesitating whether to call back, when he received a text message, which was the name of a bar.

At this time, downstairs.

Lu Song and two classmates were preparing to go out. Each of them had a camera and a cross on their bodies, and they also had a Bible in their hands. They were fully equipped.

"I'm with you."

Hearing this, Lu Song looked towards the stairs, and saw Fang Zhuo running down.

He said happily: "I knew you would be interested in such mysterious things, hurry up."

"I'm looking for my classmate." Fang Zhuo explained.

He wasn't sure what Song Hengzhou meant, so he called back later, but the phone on the other side was turned off.

After all, the two were classmates, he couldn't rest assured, so he could only go and see for himself.

"Anyway, they're all in one place. It's fine if you find a classmate and stay with us." Lu Song said, taking out a bottle from his body and handing it over.

Fang Zhuo shook slightly and heard the slight sound of water.

"This is the holy water we asked for in church." Lu Song said, "When you have to, you can pour it out."

Fang Zhuo was also a little scared, and quickly put the holy water into his pocket, and patted it dearly.

The streets of Langton are full of feasting lights, loud music is playing on both sides of the road, and every few steps, people can be seen gathering together, some are chatting, some are smoking, and some are smoking fans.

As soon as the car stopped, Fang Zhuo opened the door and ran towards a bar opposite.

There was a crowd in the bar, and the loud music made people's heads explode. Fang Zhuo couldn't stand this kind of heavy metal music, so he covered his ears while walking and watching, and finally found someone in a corner.

Song Hengzhou drank too much and was slumping on the sofa with his eyes closed.

The two younger brothers next to him were holding Song Hengzhou's mobile phone, shaking it at Fang Zhuo arrogantly, "I'm going, I just sent a random text message, I didn't expect you to come."

Fang Zhuo looked at Song Hengzhou and yelled, but the other party didn't even open his eyes, probably drunk to death.

The person opposite said, "Brother Zhou told us that we will live in peace in the future. I still don't believe it, but you seem to be submissive just because of your aggressive appearance."

"I didn't expect it to be really convincing."

"When I saw you before, I thought you were a motherfucker. Could it be that Brother Zhou gave you a soft blow, hahahaha."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

One of the two talked and the other praised, and they have the talent of cross talk.

Fang Zhuo was expressionless, his eyes seemed to be looking at two psychopaths.

The two laughed and laughed for a while, seeing that the person being ridiculed didn't react at all, they were unhappy but aggrieved, one of them scolded: "Fuck, what the hell are you looking at?"

Fang Zhuo said, "Look at the idiot's eyes."

He is not afraid of trouble, even if it is a big deal, he will fight.

The two people on the opposite side really rolled up their sleeves and stood up. Immediately afterwards, they saw three young students who looked like students running behind Fang Zhuo. Among them, two foreign students were tall and strong, and their arms were thicker than their thighs.

The two withered at once, "Ni Ke, don't take it seriously, we just made a little joke."

Lu Song dragged Fang Zhuo and asked, "What did they do to you?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head, taking advantage of the large crowd, he pretended to be a tiger, "Today I gave Song Hengzhou a face, I just thought you were farting with those words just now, next time, don't blame me for being rude."

The faces of the two of them were ugly, and they didn't dare to refute. They waited until the person left, and then they yelled, "Didn't Brother Zhou say that this kid has changed, why is he still so loud."

"Come on, I think he's just pretending in front of Brother Zhou."

Fang Zhuo said to forget it, but his heart was on fire, he was worried that someone would find him in an accident, and he would be played by someone in the end.

I really want to kill those two people.

He was patronizing and angry, and bumped into someone without paying attention.

The person who was bumped was a tall, thin, pale man. The other person's reaction was even more frightened than the bumper's. His face was even deformed because of the fright.

The man bent down exaggeratedly to apologize, "I'm sorry sir, I really didn't mean to offend you."

Fang Zhuo was a little confused, "It's me who should apologize."

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong." The man immediately said a few words of sorry, his heart fluttered and he was full of doubts.

He just felt Mr. Capet's breath in this young man. It was not an ordinary contamination, but emanating from his body. Not only that, but the other party's hair also had the unique lemon and rose aroma of Capet Manor.

This means that Mr. Capet has slept with this human youth and brought him back to his manor.

This is Mr. Capet's recognition of this human being.

It's unbelievable just thinking about it.

He quickly posted this amazing news to his circle of friends, and warned the nearby demons that it was best not to do evil tonight, because he was not sure whether Mr. Capet would be nearby.

Lu Song pulled Fang Zhuo and two classmates, and left the bar all the way to the alley.

The alley connects two streets, it is long and narrow, and it is dark. Standing at this end and looking over, there is not even a trash can inside.

Fang Zhuo didn't quite understand, "There's nothing in this place."

Two classmates agreed, with one saying, "I'm starting to doubt the veracity of the reports now."

Lu Song said, "Let's walk from one end to the other and try."

As a result, the four people walked from one end to the other, and then from the other end to this end. Nothing happened, let alone a supernatural event, but they didn't even see a mouse.

A few people can only return disappointed.

Fang Zhuo had been tossing around all day today, went to the bathroom to wash his face indiscriminately, and shuffled upstairs.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he was stunned. The man who hadn't been seen all day was actually sitting on the sofa in the living room, with his long legs crossed casually, holding a book in his hand.

Fang Zhuo woke up all of a sudden, gave himself a booster, and walked over with a smile.

"good evening."

Damon tapped his finger on the spine of the book, and looked sideways at Fang Zhuo, "Good evening Ni Ke, did you have a good time tonight?"

Fang Zhuo was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Who did you meet tonight?" Damon's voice was steady, but his eyes became familiar.

It was the kind of danger that was about to come, Fang Zhuo's heart jumped, "I didn't meet anyone."

Damon's eyes were cold and sharp, he closed the book, "I smell a disgusting smell on you."

Fang Zhuo hurriedly raised his arm and sniffed, then lifted his clothes and smelled it, but there was obviously no smell at all, and there was also the smell of fragrant washing powder.

He asked the system unhappily, "Is his respiratory system sick?"

233 reminded helplessly, "You have the smell of other demons on you."

Goosebumps started to appear on Fang Zhuo's body. The place he went today, after leaving school, was the bar. Could it be that there are demons haunting these two places?

And let no one live!

Damon's voice pulled him back from his fear, "Go take a shower."

Fang Zhuo swallowed, his heart quickly calmed down, and a thought flashed through his mind.

He tried his best not to let his voice tremble, and asked, "The bathroom downstairs can't be used now, can I borrow yours?"