Inhuman Rampage [Unlimited]

"What's wrong with your voice?" Wen Wusheng said immediately.

The Earl's voice was slightly different from before, restrained and stuffy.

Wen Wusheng waited for a few seconds, but did not receive any response, and asked uncertainly, "How should I take it? Just take it?"

Take it, will the game side allow it?

Still nowhere to be seen, Wen Wusheng felt a hidden worry in his heart, holding the mentality of trying, holding the sword and quit the game without saying a word.

Zhou Yun’s decryption copy finished earlier than Wen Wusheng’s. He was boiling water in the store. Seeing that he was offline, he was just about to unpack the bucket of instant noodles for him to foam. When he caught a glimpse of the sword in his arms, the instant noodle bucket rolled straight away in shock. on the ground.

"How did you bring it out?!"

Wen Wusheng: "I don't know either."

He didn't expect that it could be brought out so easily.

These two worlds are obviously not interoperable, and the abilities he mastered in the game cannot be applied to reality, because the laws of the two worlds are different.

The physical fitness gains he obtained could not benefit himself in the real world, which he himself had tested during the day before, and he was still an ordinary person in reality.

But he brought out the sword.

It should be the earl's ability.

It's like a powerful dean who can bring things from that world to this world.

"Have you got the earl's consent?" Zhou Yun shrank his neck when he thought of the man who beat up his boss, "If you don't have it, return it quickly!"

"He told me to do it."

"That's okay, that's okay," Zhou Yun got stuck, mentally, "Why did he ask you to bring him here if he has nothing to do? He won't ask you to practice swords when he goes offline during the day, right?! Practice at night and during the day, this is still person?!"

"Do not misunderstand."

Wen Wusheng was afraid that something might happen to the earl, but then he thought of the dean's words and felt relieved, wouldn't it be the worst to go to hell together.

His marriage line hasn't had time to go, and he hasn't died yet.

Push it backwards, that guy is not dead.

As long as the blood race has left energy, it can quickly be resurrected with full blood.

Wen Wusheng thought about it, stopped eating supper, took a hot bath and prepared to go to bed early, the dungeon was too exhausting.

Lying in the nest, covered, looking at the full moon outside the window, he felt rare comfort.

This was the first full moon he could sleep on.

In the past, every full moon, he would spend it alone playing games amidst the crazy thoughts of going out for a night stand.

Wen Wusheng turned off the light and was about to fall asleep when he glanced at the sword standing beside the bed.

He fell asleep, and the Count looked for him, and he might not hear him.

Wen Wusheng simply put the sword on the bed, making sure that the scabbard was tightly secured so that he wouldn't accidentally cut him, so he hugged him and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Wen Wusheng, who was half asleep and half awake, heard a muffled moan in his ear, opened his eyes suddenly, and his mind went blank.

There was a person in his arms, and his lips were close to his ear, panting lightly, his voice was soft and hurried, and his voice was hoarse and restrained.

Wen Wu's raw skin was numb, and he wanted to kick the person down, and through the moonlight, he could see clearly the handsome face under the long black hair, his expression froze.

"You..." Wen Wusheng backed away violently. He just woke up from fright, and he was still a little not sober. He wondered what he had done unknowingly last night. He wanted to turn on the light. The Earl pressed his hand , said hoarsely, "No, no clothes."

Wen Wusheng's hand that touched the bed light switch froze completely.

He didn't do anything, did he?

"Of course, if you want to see it, I don't really mind."

"You... where are your clothes?" Wen Wusheng stammered.

"The sword changed, where did you get the clothes?"

Only then did Wen Wusheng realize that the sword he was holding was missing.

The sword turned into an earl, no wonder he was in his arms, Wen Wusheng was relieved, he was so frightened out of his wits.

Wen Wusheng didn't know where to put his eyes. He didn't think he was a gentleman who could sit still, so he only lifted his side carefully: "I... I'll go down..."

"Don't go down, don't either."

Only then did Wen Wusheng realize that the earl's voice was extremely weak.

"You...what's the matter with you?"

"No." The count jumped up.

Wen Wusheng took a deep breath, and then regained consciousness: "You...are you injured, does it matter?"

The count said, "I don't have the strength to carry me up."

Wen Wusheng stared, his heart beating wildly: "Where...where are you hugging?"

"What do you think?" the count said angrily.

Wen Wusheng finally realized that he recovered by sucking blood from himself: "Then I... I'll go down and get you some clothes..."

As long as a vampire is alive, his life is safe.

The count grabbed his hand: "Bite first."

Because of his weakness, the earl's voice was a little lazy at the end, and it sounded a bit coquettish and begging.

Wen Wusheng froze.

The count took his hand: "Hurry up."

Wen Wusheng took a deep breath, and thought to himself that he was being hypocritical, the earl was seriously injured, and he was still thinking about clothes.

He hugged the earl's waist tightly, gently hugged him up, and let go immediately after he succeeded.

The earl had long arms and long legs, and so did Wen Wusheng. Two big men were nestled on a single bed, and the space was uncomfortable.

"Why are you so stiff?" The count lay half on his body, buried his face in his neck, and touched his neck with his cold fingers. He felt numb and became even more stiff.

The Earl wanted to get off, but Wen Wusheng covered his mouth.

"Unwilling?" The earl's voice became cold.

"Wait." Wen Wusheng turned his face away from looking at him, pulled off his collar a little, tilted his neck, and tapped the exact location of his pulse with his slender fingertips, "Bite."

The count froze for a moment, his welcoming gesture seemed to be making love instead of suffering and sucking blood.

He didn't take it for a while, with unclear emotions in his eyes: "The blood needed will be more."

Wen Wusheng didn't say a word.

"It will hurt, I don't have the extra strength to secrete the paralyzing venom."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain, you don't need to vaccinate me, you can do whatever you want," Wen Wusheng urged, "Hurry up."

The count looked complicated, and loosened the hidden weapon tightly held in the other hand.

He was severely wounded and temporarily lost almost all his abilities. Now it is easy for anyone to kill him.

He was afraid that hearing the human bones would take advantage of his illness and have other motives.

I didn't expect him to be so cooperative.

We've only known each other for a few days.

Seeing that he was still there, Wen Wusheng thought about it, cursed secretly, and said softly: "You think it's dirty? Then I'll get some alcohol to wipe it off."

The count stared at him deeply, with scrutiny.

Wen Wusheng was about to get up, but the Earl bit down hard, Wen Wusheng was defenseless, his whole body was in pain, his fingers twitched: "Ah!"

Wen Wusheng almost passed out.

It hurts so much, it hurts like crazy.

Wen Wusheng thought uncontrollably with his limbs, to distract his attention to relieve the pain, but the earl was pressing on him, he was afraid of expanding his injury, so he had no choice but to bear it without saying a word.

Wen Wusheng clenched his teeth, his face turned pale from blood loss and pain, and his entire back was wet with sweat.

Although the count was sucking blood, he stared at Wen Wusheng without blinking, as if he wanted to read any familiar disgust or feigned obedience from his face, but there was none.

Really not, he was willing, and the blood said so.

But clearly know how uncomfortable it is.

No one has ever been able to do this for him.

He had nowhere to go, it was the only possible person he could think of.

He didn't live up to expectations.

The pain gradually eased, from the tingling pain of injection needles so sour that the lacrimal glands were out of control, to the tingling sensation of gently sucking.

The sucking is very light, more like sucking a kiss, down and down, deep and shallow.

"Like it?"

The count still stared at him without blinking, and the scrutiny in his eyes quietly turned into a desire for intimacy.

Wen Wu lit the fire and went in and out of the water, he was so dazed that he couldn't hear what he said.

The count touched his back with his hands, and pressed it lightly until Wen Wusheng slowly supported his painfully bent back.

Wen Wusheng finally regained his strength, relaxed a little, panted, and thought that he really owed him.

It's like raising a cat, scratching you and licking you, but he still eats this.

foul.

The count was always paying attention to Wen Wusheng's face, seeing that he was not in a good condition, he immediately relaxed, "You don't hate me for sucking blood?"

Wen Wusheng lost too much blood and felt very uncomfortable, so he said slowly: "Anyway, I won't like it."

It was pointless to be euphemistic with the Earl.

"Why then?"

"But it's not annoying either."

"Why don't you hate it?"

Wen Wusheng couldn't explain clearly either, the pain is really painful, but it's not really annoying, it's probably like spending money to invite a child to eat, the investment is justified.

"Don't tell me?"

"I can't tell—uh..."

The count was licking his wounds.

Wen Wusheng gasped, he didn't dare, he didn't even dare to think about it.

It is really worse than torture.

He still has to be thankful that he has so many years of endurance experience, otherwise he would really be crazy.

This will happen twice, he can really fascinate his parents, it's not a matter of reason or irrationality, any normal man can't stand it, not just for him.

But the Earl himself didn't know.

The Earl should have recovered more than half of it, Wen Wusheng thought that he licked him to repair his injury like last time, when he loosened, he stretched out his hand and touched it, there was still a deep tooth mark, but it didn't bleed or hurt anymore.

I don't understand.

Maybe it's because you're not full, and you're still licking?

The earl's eyes fell on the clear tooth marks, and his eyes deepened, as if he was a little satisfied with his own Jie.

Wen Wusheng moved away: "I'll get you clothes, you should have a good rest."

Just as he was about to get up, it turned on without warning, and before the light came on, Wen Wusheng only had time to press the earl's head to his shoulder.

"Boss, are you okay, I heard you call—"

Zhou Yun's words choked in his throat.

On the bed, Wen Wusheng's clothes were disheveled, his hair was disheveled, his fair skin was slightly red, his face was flushed with blood, and there was a suspicious hickey on his neck.

A man with long and smooth hair was lying on his body.Wen Wusheng was pressing her, his face was buried deep in his neck, Wen Wusheng's hand was around her waist, as if not letting her go.

The man's long black hair fell on Wen Wusheng's shoulders, and Wen Wusheng's half-discovered upper body caught the eye. His face was so handsome that it made people's blood rush and imagination flow in the picture.

Clearly half done.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go right away! You guys continue!"

"Come." Wen Wusheng shouted.

"Madam boss, I'm sorry! Boss, I know I was wrong. Don't fire me!"

"...What are you shouting about!" Wen Wusheng said helplessly, "Help me get my clothes."

"Okay, okay, I'll be right away." Zhou Yun went out immediately, and closed it for them intimately.

The count raised his head: "You live with him?"

He seemed to have a little impression of the man.

"En." Wen Wusheng immediately let go of him and got up.

"What shame do I have?" The count smiled half-smile.

"No, it's not," Wen Wusheng coughed, "This will not affect you well."

"What effect?"

Wen Wusheng felt that it was necessary to explain to him: "Human beings are different from solitary vampires. They like to meddle in other people's business and talk a lot, so we still have to pay attention to reputation, at least on the surface, we have to look good."

"And what you asked me before, human beings are husband and wife."

"Husband and wife?" The count frowned, "You mean a man can only marry one person?"

"Well, it's not the same as your polygamy and polyandry."

The count disagreed: "Then marrying someone doesn't affect being with other people."

Wen Wusheng choked: "This has something to do with the reputation I just said. In theory, you only marry one and mess with many people. The rules don't matter, but in reality you will be condemned morally."

The count was a little impatient: "Then marry whoever you like first, and marry someone else if you don't like it."

"...then you will also be morally condemned."

The count seemed to understand something, and said incredulously, "You can only have one person in your life?"

"This is the best situation," Wen Wusheng said, "but the general situation is that everyone only has one partner at a time, and they don't change partners frequently."

"Are you satisfied?"

Wen Wusheng: "..."

The count didn't see his helplessness: "Won't you get tired?"

Wen Wusheng coughed: "Most of them will."

"Then why not open?"

"Because not only liking, but also relying on each other."

"rely on?"

Wen Wusheng thought for a while and said, "Your race, what should you do if you get sick?"

The count frowned and said, "Our race will not get sick, but if we encounter bad luck or are on the verge of death, we will take the initiative to leave, and if we don't leave, we will most likely be driven away."

Wen Wusheng said, "Share joys but not sorrows?"

The earl gave a faint "hmm".

Rao Wen Wusheng guessed it, but after hearing what the Earl said, he was still silent for a short time.

He suddenly understood why the blood clan had fun in time.

Their openness comes at the price of solitude.

It is difficult for human beings to endure in just a few decades, and there are not a few people who are broken, let alone the blood race with a long life?

Human beings can suffer together.

The earl said something: "So you refused before, because you didn't accept our vampire's way, and you just want to follow your human way? Are you human beings very slow?"

Wen Wusheng was not at all, and neither was Yao. He didn't want to force the Earl, but he didn't want to wrong himself either. Originally, he planned to let nature take its course and didn't get too entangled in it.

"Come here," said the count.

Wen Wusheng just stood there.

The earl had a half-smile: "But come here, I'll go."

Wen Wusheng saw him lift up, and immediately moved over.

He slowed down and he was not so dizzy.

The count looked at him: "You let me suck blood, at the expense of myself and others, because this is what you call relying on?"

"..." This made him how to answer.

Seeing his silence, the count asked again: "Is that according to your order, I am injured and want to suck blood? You won't drive me away?"

"...in theory."

Wen Wusheng couldn't laugh or cry, why did something that was obviously such a thing turn sour in his mouth.

While he was in a daze, the earl leaned over and pecked his lips tentatively: "That's fine according to yours."