The whole world wants to be sucked by him

"Yi, Yisar?" Yizhi was overwhelmed with surprise for a moment.

This is the name he gave his blood servant.

Besides Isar, no one called him by the title "Little Mister".

But... his blood servant is human.Also stop falling into deep confusion.

He subconsciously wanted to tear off the black cloak, hoping that the blood servant was just joking with him on Halloween, and when he took off the cloak, he could still see a pair of endless green eyes.

But Isar didn't give him the chance.

The black figure dodged, and quickly dodged his outstretched hand as if avoiding fire, and only saw the black cloak wrapped tighter and more tightly.

The former Isar would never reject him.

Yizhi realizes that the little white exposed under the black cloak he saw in the dressing room today may not be an illusion.

"Isar? What's wrong with you?" Yizhi approached him slowly, his eyes couldn't hide his worry, "Who made you...be like this?"

Speaking of the last sentence, Yizhi has already started to get angry.

Only when each race dies from persecution can they have the opportunity to choose to turn into skeletons.This is the law of the world.

I have only guessed that his blood servant may have entered the sleeping place together with his elder brother, or that after his death, he canceled the first embrace contract and asked other clansmen to change him from a lowly vampire back to a human being. Living a human life, and the lifespan of the human race is not as long as a thousand years, and Isar will die, and that is at least a good ending.

All his ideas, the final outcome is good.

Yizhi has never thought that Yisar will die because of the persecution and become a skeleton who can only live in the underground death environment.

Yizhi still doesn't understand how he died thousands of years ago. Others praised him as the savior, but for him, it was just a process of waking up from sleep, and he didn't experience the pain of death at all.

However, Isar was persecuted.

How painful that must be.

Although according to the first embrace contract, it should be a master-servant relationship, but Yizhi has always treated Isar as a friend. The friend was killed innocently and turned into bones, no one can bear it.

"The person who killed you...is he still alive?" Yizhi lowered his head, half of his fair face under the light was hidden in the darkness, he looked at the ink stains on the ground, his crow-feather eyelashes fluttered slightly, "This This kind of thing is too much..."

As if wanting to appease the other party, Yizhi said softly: "It's okay. Isar, I will help you avenge."

He wanted to hug his blood servant, or pat his hand.Yizhi didn't know whether he was trying to comfort the other party or comforting himself, this was the first time he encountered such an unforgivable thing.

The black cloak avoided the boy's contact and hid in a far corner.

The writing brush on the floor was automatic, and Yisar was afraid that the floor would be too dirty and turned into paper.

The words written on the white paper were crooked, like a child's brushstrokes.

"Sir, don't ask any more."

"..." Yizhi looked at the brush and continued writing without saying a word.

"Don't look at me, touch me. Ugly and burnt.

"Don't worry, I'll turn back into a shadow."

Yizhi pinched the paper hanging in the air until his knuckles turned white. It was as if he had drunk ten bowls of medicinal soup, and his mouth and throat were unbearably bitter.

With a "hiss", he frowned and tore up the white paper.

For the first time, the usually well-behaved boy really lowered his face, and the curved corners of his mouth disappeared.

There was no emotion in the dark eyes.

He stepped forward and grabbed the corner of the black cloak firmly.

The boy's eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: "I don't despise you."

The dense white bones under the black cloak were gently embraced through a layer of cloth.

The living heartbeat came from the teenager, and every beat was transmitted to his ribs.

"I've seen a lot of horror movies, and I've been to a haunted house, I'm not afraid..." The boy hugged him, trying to prove that he was not afraid with examples, "The classmates who went to the haunted house with me have to follow me to get out... ..."

Isar couldn't speak or react, but the brush was scribbling on the new white paper in the air.

The lines are messy and messy.

"Those skeletons aren't scary, they're cute."

When he heard the boy's last words, the pen in the air suddenly stopped.

The paper behind flew to the side of the boy.

Ye Zhi turned his head to look at the black and white writing, the writing was big and crooked——

"They're not cute."

The full stop at the end looks a little angry.

Yizhi tentatively said, "Then...they aren't cute, are they?"

Brush nodded.

Yizhi turned his head and said distressedly: "But, I think they are cute because you have also become a little skeleton."

The young man's lips looked red and soft, and the sweet words came out immediately, and the black pupils were big and round, shining like stars, making it impossible to tell whether his words were intended to please others, or came naturally. From the bottom of my heart.

A gloved hand protruded from under the black cloak, and carefully patted the young man's back.

Black and white words continue to sway.

"Don't worry, that person was killed by me."

The black cloak stared blankly at the boy in his arms, the black writing paused, and the brush was hanging in the air.

That word may be too cruel.

The floating paper was quickly squeezed into a ball by the energy in the space and thrown into the trash basket.

His hands were bloody.Isar bowed his head and retracted the hand on the boy's back under the black cloak. He almost merged with the darkness.

Mr. Little has never encountered such a thing.As Isar thought about it, the guilt in his heart became more and more serious, as if he had personally stained the precious white and flawless paper with dirty ink.

He was hugged even harder.

The young man patted his torso: "Huluhulumao, don't be scared, it's okay, Isar was very scared at the time... The bad guy won't come back, he won't have the chance to be reincarnated or become a skeleton."

"Even if he is still there, I will protect you." Yizhi leaned close to Isar, and the warm body temperature dispelled the dead breath of the skeleton.

Yizhi thought for a while, then asked again: "Where's your original body? Can you get it back and change your race?"

But then he thought again, with Isar's attitude that he didn't want him to see the skeleton, if he still had that body, Isar would definitely turn back into a human before looking for him.

In black and white——

"When I came out of death and found it, my body was already rotten."

"It's okay, it's okay, there must be another way." Yizhi comforted him.

"Wait a minute." Yizhi frowned, and asked seriously, "Did you... use the Eye of Life in my reincarnation formation..."

Black Cloak nodded.

Yizhi took a deep breath, realizing that it was useless to say more now, he just touched the top part of the black cloak, "I will return it to you."

The eye of life is not an eye, but an element hidden in the eye that only the owner of the body can extract.

The living dead, flesh and bones, and the eyes of life can all do it.

Yizhi didn't know it when he first met Isar, or this knowledge was already a secret. He happened to see it while flipping through books in the academy's Forbidden Pavilion.

As long as the eye of life is returned to Isar, he can have a human body.

"Stay overnight at my place tonight? The guest room is always empty." Yi Zhi said.

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The night was very dark, and Isar was used to it. After all, there had never been a sun in Deathland.

But his ribs were always hot.

Isar didn't know if this broken body was still dreaming, or if he was just remembering.

……

It's the time of the devil, but for the blood race, this is precisely the morning of a new day.

The dim light of the setting sun shone outside the castle, and the roses in the thorn bushes were covered with a hazy halo.

Isar woke up at noon.

He is not quite used to the work and rest of the blood race.

When he woke up, the sun was shining, the huge castle was empty, and all the blood races were still asleep.

Isar was silently waiting outside the door like a plaster statue.

Waiting until the last rays of the setting sun were also engulfed below the horizon, his hand was on the doorknob, he hesitated.

The voices of the middle and high blood races who brought him back were still around his ears.

"Listen, kid. We won't kill you, and we won't drink your blood now. If you can make His Highness appetite and happy, you can survive, and live a very good life."

"I advise you not to have any other thoughts. Our Highness won the silver medal in the group arena competition of the junior high school third-year group of the Inter-ethnic College League this summer, and the gold medal in the comprehensive score of all competitions. It always hurts to fight people. You don't have magic talent Go up and be a target."

Isar was passively following several blood clans, and in the back corner was the person who had been beaten unconscious by the blood clan.His foot was hit with a stone by the man, and he was walking with a limp now, and the blood race broke the man's leg.

Even so, Isar didn't feel refreshed like ordinary people.

His eyes were lifeless and his expression was calm and unwavering.

After living in exile for a long time, he no longer had hope for anything, only thinking that this time, he went from the wolf's den to the tiger's mouth again.

A middle-level vampire asked his companion: "This is already prepared by the No. 11 vampire I've been looking for. The church is keeping a close eye on us and wants to scratch us. Do you think His Highness will have an appetite this time?"

"I don't know. At the beginning of this summer vacation, His Highness had a conflict with the king. He refused to eat food, and the king offered to ask for peace so that he would not drink blood. If we don't do this, there is no other way."

"Can the king not be so willful?" A high-ranking blood race complained, and was hammered on the head by another blood race in the next second.

"You're stupid, we're almost at the castle, and the king's ears are sharp. Do you think you and I are His Highness, who can criticize and order the king at will? When the king flies back with a magic spell, your scalp will be shaved off! You will be a—bald man from now on." donkey!"

"It was the king's fault in the first place." The high blood clan who was hammered lowered the volume, "If the king hadn't secretly stopped His Highness's summer camp registration form, causing His Highness to miss the time and not be able to participate in the summer camp, His Highness would not be so angry."

"No way, this is His Highness's last summer vacation in junior high school. We will not see His Highness when we go to high school and live from Monday to Friday. He will go to summer camp this summer, so we will see him even less." One of the higher blood clans shook his head, "The king is also forgiven."

The sound gradually faded away, but before Isar's eyes there was still the door carved with reliefs.

The briar rose carved on the doorknob was stained with sweat from his palms.

He was dressed in the same clothes as the other servants in the castle, and taking a kerchief from his breast pocket, he wiped the sweat carefully.

He doesn't know how to fold a pocket square, and after taking it off, he folds it awkwardly into a square and puts it back in his pocket.

Isar turned the doorknob.

It's breakfast time.

The room was very spacious, and the silk curtains were cobalt blue, drawn tightly so that no sunlight could penetrate.The wall lamp is still on, the light is like beans, the warm and warm yellow is very suitable for sleeping.The cooling magic circle was working hard, and the air was cool.

Isar didn't know what material the furniture in the room was made of, but he knew that it must be expensive.

The most precious treasure in the castle was nestled on the big bed with its back facing him, under the thin quilt, only a black head was exposed.

Hair looks soft.

Isar stepped forward, so he could clearly see the small earlobe between the black hair, next to the thin quilt, there was a little pink, I don't know if it was rubbed or hot.

The boy childishly buried half of his face in the quilt.

From Isar's perspective, he couldn't see his face clearly, only a small piece of skin on the earlobe and cheek.

The pitch-black hair contrasted sharply with the snow-white skin.

The eyelashes are long and thick, like cicada wings.

Isar only felt that his heartstrings were touched, and he felt that if he could stay, it would be good to be the other party's blood servant.

Isar didn't know what the eating session was and how it was carried out. He thought, maybe he should wake up the boy first, "...Your Highness."

He hasn't spoken for a long time, and he won't let out a muffled grunt when he's hurt from being smashed. This is to prevent the perpetrator from becoming more agitated, and he will be beaten more severely.

So his voice is now hoarse and ugly.

Even if the sound he made was not loud, it might be too hard to hear. The young man frowned, and his eyelashes fluttered like cicada wings.

"...Your Highness." He slightly increased the volume.

But the young man pulled up the quilt to cover his head, his voice was clear and soft, as if a little annoyed: "Don't disturb me..."

At this time, Isar still didn't know about the teenager's anger.

A young master with a noble status needs to be served and dressed.Isar thought, perhaps, he had to help the other party get up first.

But would such an action be too presumptuous?

Despite his scruples, Isar still sat on the edge of the bed, carefully half-embraced the young man and leaned against him.

Like a silkworm baby.

It was only at this time that Isar was able to see the boy's face clearly.

Snow-skinned red lips, soft and beautiful facial features, at the same time with the unique greenness of this age.

If the angels in the fairy tales he had heard had prototypes, Isar couldn't think of any reason why it wasn't the boy in front of him.

very nice.Isar thought.

However, the boy who was forced to move his position, from the soft bed to the hard chest, angrily degenerated from an angel to a demon.

The dawn red eyes appeared in Isar's vision, just like the rising sun he saw one day last month.

Immediately, Isar's neck was engraved with tooth marks.

With just one sip, the boy let go quickly, the time was short but the force was strong, and he was merciless.

Blood oozes from the edges of the tooth marks, burning hot.

But Isar has taken the pain as a daily routine. He originally wanted to wipe away the blood casually, but when he thought of the pocket square, he thought that it was stained with his own sweat.

Fortunately, he had a spare when he was getting his clothes. Isar took out a brand new pocket square from the check pocket of his suit, and wiped away the blood.

"Please dine." Isar bowed his head.

In the next second, the fangs ruthlessly pierced the skin and pierced into the blood vessels.

The boy was different from the limp one just now, this time he was very fierce.

But it was much better than the beatings and scolding he had experienced before.

And it was only the initial moment of pain. After the fangs pierced into the blood vessel, new substances were secreted, which quickly weakened the pain, and Isar even felt a little pleasure.

Kindred are gentle and graceful hunters.

They make their prey not feel too much pain, but instead stimulate pleasure. They believe that only such pleasant blood has the best taste.

The numbing electricity was transmitted from the nerve endings to the brain, and when the warm and moist tip of his tongue licked the wound, Isar had an unprecedented strange feeling.

The sound of the young man swallowing was just beside his ears, and the soft hair brushed his ears.

Finished eating.

Isar was a little worried, is the other party really full?

Then the wound was gently licked, and the boy licked up the remaining blood stains around him like a cub.

Isar noticed a subtle change in his body, and he was transformed from a human being into a low-level vampire silently.

"Well...thank you for your hospitality." The young man blinked, and now he looked at him in a daze as if he had just woken up from a dream, "Do you... want to be my blood servant?"

The human beings that suddenly appeared in the castle, the boy didn't need to think about it, he knew it was brought by his own people.

The boy's lips were stained with his own blood, making them even more red.

Isar stared straight at it and nodded.

Suddenly remembered something, suddenly lowered his head, no longer looking directly at the boy.

Those people said that his eyes were full of dirty things, but they were not.When looking directly at him, people will see their miserable state from his eyes, the more despicable the more cruel.

If it wasn't because he kept his head down all the time today, and those blood races didn't pay much attention to him and didn't pay attention to his eyes, then he might not have the chance to face the boy now.

Seeing him nodding, the young man lowered his head suddenly, feeling a little strange.

He felt that the other party was too shy, so he decided to take the initiative to introduce the topic: "Your eyes are very beautiful...what's your name?"

It's not about lying or talking about the scene, the boy thinks those eyes are really beautiful.

Cool-toned green, blue-black, hidden decadence, this is the first time he saw such pale green eyes.

"Isar." The man lowered his head and answered.

The young man couldn't judge his age, but the other party seemed to be shorter than himself, so he pretended to be older and said solemnly: "Good boy, raise your head and let me see."

The other party refused to look up, so he forcefully lifted Isar's chin.

Pale green eyes indeed.

After the boy let go of his hand, Isar closed his eyes halfway, and still asked anxiously in his heart: "Don't you think... my eyes are dirty?"

He didn't know what he was hoping for, but when he saw the boy in front of him, he rekindled the hope that was extinguished in the night and buried in the ice cave.

However, it is impossible.

Isar listed a bunch of reasons in his mind that he would not be accepted by himself.

If you don't hold out too much hope, there won't be a big disappointment gap.

He wanders between despair and hope.

The other party can grasp his mood with a single sentence——

The boy tilted his head in doubt, "Why do you think so? I think it's very beautiful, like glass beads."

The boy continued: "In the newly deciphered lost Midu state script, 'Isar' means the whirlpool."

"Your eyes are as deep and mysterious as a whirlpool." The boy approached Isar to see those eyes more clearly. He has always liked mysterious and unsolved things, so he naturally bent his eyes, dimples appeared on the corners of his mouth, "I like your eyes very much."

"..."

There was a slight change in Isar's numb expression.

In the cold years, no one had ever used the word "like" to him.

... the eyes acclaimed as "The Swirl".

He was receiving compliments for the first time.Isar bowed his head.

He's starting to like his name a little bit.

Even with these eyes that brought disaster, when he looked at the boy, he didn't seem to hate him so much.

"Isar?" the boy asked, "How old are you?"

Bloody bloody bloody, he's not sure he can hire child labor.

Isar replied, "Your Highness, you became an adult last month."

???

There was genuine doubt in the boy's black eyes.

He swallowed back the title of Isar's brother, and then thought of calling him "good boy" just now...

"Hmm...you need to drink more milk." The young man looked serious, gesticulating his height, "You may not be as tall as me."

The young man didn't expect that he just made such a suggestion, and added a bunch of nutritional supplements to the other party's blood. In the next period of time, his blood servant quickly increased in height, and he was a full head taller than him after half a year.

Of course, these are things for later.

"Your blood tastes very good, only slightly worse than my brother's." Thinking of something, the boy frowned again and puffed his face, "No, your taste is much better than his."

After finishing what he said just now, the boy nodded in satisfaction: "Then become my blood servant."

"I've already sucked your blood." The boy said while lowering his head and unbuttoning his pajamas, "Bite me once and drink my blood, then we can sign the first hug contract."

He unbuttoned three buttons, his skin was dazzlingly white, his collarbone was distinct and delicate, and a corner of his thin, white body could be glimpsed.

The young man tilted his head, the lines of his neck were beautiful, and the dark blue blood vessels were under the white and tender skin.

He flattened his mouth, looked a little aggrieved, and said in a low voice: "But you have to be gentle, I'm more afraid of pain..."

Isar half-closed his green eyes, as if he had been bewitched, he moved closer to the side of the snow-white neck.

"Plop—" With a sound, something broke out of the sea tank in the distance and fell to the floor.

"Bubble!"

The boy didn't care about the first hug, he jumped off the bed anxiously.