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Although Francis temporarily possessed the apostle, he became a little bat.

But as long as he was by his side, Neil's high-pitched heart would be settled.

In various senses, the presence of Francis is equivalent to Neil's sense of security. When he appeared, Neil's smile returned, and he could even make a few jokes easily.

As for Marin's inquiry, Neil said that the bat was the pet of a friend who was with him.

"Who would keep a bat as a pet, and how did the pet come from the dream?"

They obviously doubted what Neil said.

But Neil didn't bother to explain to them, so he just kept his mouth shut.Considering the forces behind Neil, Schulman, Marin and others had nothing to do even if they were dissatisfied.

The most important thing for them now is to find a way to get out of this damn dream as soon as possible!

"You treated me for the wound on my body. Tell me, when did you hide it on me?"

Neil huddled at the foot of the bed, laughing and teasing, wrapping his wings tightly around his shoulders, like a little bat in a cloak.

Handsome... oh no, the ugly and cute Grand Duke Francis lowered his head, staring at the finger that poked a small hole in his chest, his peas eyes exuded a terrifying murderous look.

'biu~'

Seeing him like this, Neil couldn't help poking him again.

Francis: "..."

"Pfft ha ha ha... I'm sorry, I can't help it." Seeing that he was really going to get angry, Neil quickly suppressed his smile and apologized, and said, "Is it the last time you licked my neck?" Adjusted his collar.

"Yes……"

The little bat was silent for a while, then withdrew its terrifying breath and nodded.

Neil blinked, couldn't help touching it, and the sweet feeling in his heart gurgled, "Tell me, are you worried about me, you are also the one who chased away the ghost nun."

The little bat gave another indifferent "hmm", looking still unhappy.

In fact, the Grand Duke Francis was indeed in a bad mood. The ugly words of Neil's unintentional words kept echoing in the mind of the handsome Grand Duke. Every time he thought about it, his mood became worse!

Thousands of years... No one has ever dared to say that His Excellency the Grand Duke is ugly! ! !

Hehe, I'm not someone who cares about looks...

Francis smiled, but the smile only persisted for a second before it became distorted—unfortunately, he is a vampire!

Neil, who didn't notice it, gently took the little bat off his shoulder, and was infatuated with the little bat whose palm seemed to be shrouded in black mist.

"At that time... I was about to be killed by a ghost." Neil looked at him and said.

His Excellency the Grand Duke, who was angry alone in his heart, came back to his senses, "You didn't." He said, not only because this was a dream, but also because he would protect Neil, who was his own.

Neil smiled and nodded: "I know, but..."

He looked at the little bat in his hand, and stared across the body at the huge and terrifying soul inside.

"At that time, I really felt that I was going to die. I thought, I haven't expressed my feelings to you well, and I haven't caught up with the person I like, so I am too unwilling and reluctant."

Neil held him carefully.

"I don't know what will happen to me in the future, whether I can complete the training you entrusted to me and get your first embrace to live forever, or fail and die in a corner... So I think... Aris, I can Shall I tell you first?"

"........."

Francis paused as he prepared to fly away from the palm of the human youth.

"What did you say?!"

He couldn't hide his astonishment and looked up, through the eyes of the bat apostle, reflected the face that was looking down at it with a smile that was so shy for some time.

The tails of the eyes are drooping, the eyelashes are curled up, and the other party has naturally gentle and affectionate eyes.

The transparent blue pupils seem to be inlaid with the most exquisite gemstones, as beautiful as cutting two pieces of the sea. When it looks at someone, it will give people the illusion that there is affection for themselves hidden inside.

perhaps……

Not an illusion.

"I want to confess to you!"

Neil took a deep breath, his clear youthful voice trembling slightly.

"Respected Your Excellency Aris Francis Yukland, there is a man who likes you, his name is Neil, he is not rich, he is not handsome, and even...maybe not himself, but he fell in love with you at first sight, obsessed Your appearance... Please don't annoy him for being vulgar and strange, because he hopes to have a chance to have a long-term relationship with you in the future."

"..."

"I love you Aris!"

"..."

"I hope that one day, I will change liking you into I love you...with an identity that is more suitable for saying these three words!"

"........."

After speaking in one breath, Neil calmly placed the Bat Apostle in his palm on the bed, while he bent his legs, and slowly and slowly covered his burning and aching face with his hands.

Only the roasted tips of the ears protruded from the always messy blond hair, which could not be covered up.

Shy, ashamed.

Anyone can see this word from him.

But he and his feelings are so sweet, so lovely, so simple.

Even the devil can't hide his heart.

His Excellency the Grand Duke of the Blood Race, who never put his emotions in the scope of his own thinking, looked at Neil in astonishment. At this moment, he suddenly felt his heart throbbing, passing through the apostle and beating in his body.

But obviously... the hearts of the blood race are also cold.

It was the first time that Francis lost his composure and flustered and was at a loss, but soon he calmed down again.

Weigh this accident on the scales of reason.

He likes this human's blood, which is a rare delicacy, and he also likes this human's body. When he is wanton on him, Francis will have no scruples to expose the "ugliness" of the blood race.

If Neil...

With blood and flesh so compatible, Francis is not unmoved, and it is not inappropriate to choose him as the Duchess.

Yes, it was good for him, and only good for him...Francis tried to ignore his beating heart, pushing everything to reason, looking for an excuse.

"You..." Do you want to be my Duchess?

"Wait! Don't say it yet!"

Francis, who was making up his mind to say these words, was pinched by the blushing Neil on the little bat's mouth.

Francis: "..."

Neil looked sad: "I know you're going to reject me, let me be a little self-conscious about cooking food, don't be stupid and delusional."

Francis: "..."

No, I am not……

Neil sniffed as if he saw through him: "Or to appease me, let me obediently listen to you and provide you with blood, so you plan to lie to me and you agree."

Francis: "..."

Not all because of blood...

Neil's eyes were red: "Anyway, I understand! You won't promise me!"

Francis: "..."

I was just about to marry you as a duchess...

Neil: "So I didn't have any expectations. I was just afraid that something unexpected would happen to me in the future, and it would be a pity... In this way, wait a few decades, or hundreds of years, and then you can give me an answer, okay? During this period, I promise to work hard not to like you and not to disturb you! I will still give you blood voluntarily!"

"........."

This idiot!

Francis frowned and tried to struggle to open the fingers on his mouth to speak clearly.

And Neil, who thought Francis was angry, simply grabbed the little bat's head this time!

Francis: "..."

"I know what you will do according to your personality, Aris, even if you promise me now, I won't believe you! Well, I've said what I should say, you, you are not allowed to scold me."

After finishing speaking, Neil hesitantly and aggrievedly let go of the little bat's head, and simply covered his ears as if he was terrified that Francis would taunt him, stepping his mind on the ground and mocking him would make him sad to death.

"Well, you, you can talk."

"........."

Francis?

Francis couldn't say anything.

Hehehe, and what can he say now?

Neil has finished talking, and the roads are blocked by people, what else do you want him to say? !

Gentleman Francis smiled, his fangs ached!

But compared to being angry, his most intense emotion now is regret!

Francis: Why did I swear at him at the time?

Ok?

why! ! !

[The author has something to say:

Hey, I didn't expect it, this chapter is really dog ​​food]