Obsessive Guidebook [Quick Transmigration]

Because of the woman's words, Yang Boyan wanted to ask her a lot of questions, because it was really strange for a duchess to be kept quiet here.But he finally decided to ask the most important thing first.

"May I ask why you were locked up here, can you tell me?" Yang Boxan looked at the other party, and his tone became more respectful after knowing that this was Feng Xiao's mother.

The woman looked at him, nodded with a smile, and stretched out her hand to caress the top of his head, but was avoided by the man who took a step back, but she didn't mind, and just turned her hand to caress her cheek.

The delicate eyebrows and eyes look gorgeous even without makeup, she touched her cheek, "Since you are Ulysses' friend, then of course I can tell you, after all, he is my favorite son."

It seems that this mother-child relationship may be quite deep, Yang Boyan thought as he looked at the nostalgic look in the other party's eyes.

The woman found that he was looking at her, so she returned a gentle smile to him, and then said: "Garcia, my name. Maybe what you see next will scare you, I hope you don't mind."

Yang Boxan didn't understand what the other party meant, what did he mean by scaring him?However, in the next second he knew the answer to this question.

Garcia let go of her hand touching her cheek, then slowly opened her mouth, as wide as it could go.

I saw that Garcia's mouth was missing two teeth, the missing part looked a bit weird, and the missing teeth were... the most important fangs for vampires!

A duchess lost her fangs and was still imprisoned here, isn't it too miserable?

"Where did your teeth go?" Yang Boxan looked a little toothache, but the sympathy in his heart increased a bit.

Garcia closed his mouth. Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to care much about the pain. He said with a calm expression, "I was pulled out by Buck, and I lost my most powerful weapon. I can only stay in the Here. But I have been used to this kind of life for the past hundred years, I just miss my son very much and want to see him."

Blood races are immortal, so even if their fangs are pulled out, they are not fed, and they are imprisoned, they can still live.It's just that the living body is weaker.No wonder her complexion was as pale as wax, she was as beautiful as she was beautiful, but she didn't look like a living person at all.

"Then Buck is your husband, why did he pull out your teeth cruelly and lock you up? Is it convenient to say?" Yang Boxan smelled the clues, so he took the trouble to explore, maybe this can help Feng Xiao find the truth .

And Garcia just walked a few steps closer to Yang Boxan with bare feet, "Human friends have so many questions, but if you promise me one thing, I will tell you all of it clearly."

Yang Boxan stood there without fear, without flinching, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Garcia stretched out her hand again, wanting to touch Yang Boxan's neck, but the other party grabbed his wrist. Her eyes fell on the other party's hand holding the wrist, and she pursed her lips and smiled, "I won't hurt you, and I won't hurt you. That ability. It’s just that I have been plagued by hunger for many years, and I want to ask you for some food.”

It didn't take long to understand what she meant, "You want to drink my blood?"

"You are so smart, can you? If I can, I will tell you everything without hiding anything."

Yang Boxan put the cold wrist in his hand, just like Garcia said, the other party can't force him.If he doesn't want to, he can turn around and walk away now.But the answer that was close at hand was like a cat's paw scratching at his heart, making him itch.

When Yang Boxan finally made a decision, he took out the dagger he carried and cut his palm, his face was expressionless, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

The warm blood dripped on the floor, and Yang Boxan saw the vampire whose eyes were red because of the smell of blood.

Sure enough, as long as you are a child of Satan, you can't resist your own instincts.

And is Feng Xiao trying his best to get rid of this instinct?

"I like straightforward human beings like you." Garcia's voice became unsteady, and he continued to approach Yang Boxan while walking, "So I'm also happy to tell you the answer, because I can't feel it in Buck. The love he has for me, the fact that I'm fed up with this life and I want to leave him, that's why he's doing what he's doing now. I hate him."

"The life of the blood race is long and boring, but because of him, my life has become even worse, and it has become what I am now. The worst decision I ever made was to marry him."

When she said this, she stretched out the tip of her tongue to catch the bright red liquid that slid down from Yang Boxan's wrist, and when she hooked it back into her mouth, her face showed a stupid expression, as if she was tasting the best food in the world.

Looking at Garcia in this state, Yang Boyan could no longer feel the beauty of the other person. With the flow of blood, his palms began to tingle, but it was not unbearable.

Just when he was about to say something more, a voice like a cello came from a distance.

"What are you doing?"

Garcia raised his head from the delicious food and looked at the people who were slowly walking towards them from the shadows, and then picked up his smile again, but the smile appeared on the surface and couldn't reach the bottom of the eyes.

And Yang Boxan put his hands behind his hands the first time he saw Feng Xiao, and he didn't understand why he felt so guilty like now, like being caught for doing something bad.

The blood race wearing a black shirt looked more elegant. Although he was asking 'you', he looked at the flustered human with a coercive gaze.

When his eyes glanced at the blood that was still falling on the floor, there was a bit of suppressed anger in his dark red pupils.

"Ulysses, I'm answering questions for this human friend. It's quite interesting, and he's paying me now, and the taste is great." Speaking of which, Garcia's expression became intoxicated again.

"By the way, since Buck is dead, shouldn't I also leave here?" Garcia thought of this and walked around with his dress, looking in a good mood.

"Why not just now, I'm really hungry, it's time to go out and eat." Garcia stepped on the wooden floor and started walking towards the exit.

Unexpectedly, her son stopped her with just one sentence, and even made her originally good mood fall to the bottom.

"Stop, if you leave here, I will kill you myself, Garcia." When Feng Xiao said this, he lowered his eyes slightly, covering the expression in his eyes, and his voice was also icy cold.

But Yang Boxan noticed his title. For Buck, he would call the other party's father, but Garcia called him by his first name...

It was also this sentence that made Garcia no longer take a step forward, but stayed in place a little stiffly.

"Why, Buck is dead, do I have to stay here forever? Do you want to let your mother suffer like this? You know, I love you." There were tears from the corner of Garcia's eyes slide.

This allowed Yang Boxan to gain new knowledge. It turns out that blood races can not only turn into bats, but also shed tears.The way Garcia cried made Yang Boxan soft-hearted and wanted to comfort him, but it was obvious that Feng Xiao was not him, and he would not soften his heart.

"It's a very good result for you to stay here alive." Feng Xiao didn't look at Garcia much, but said to the moved Yang Boxan: "Aren't you leaving?"

"But this..." Yang Boxan looked at Garcia, who was still crying, and wondered if it would be bad to just leave like this.

Feng Xiao sneered and said, "Then you stay with her, goodbye."

After saying this, he really left without delay, and it seemed that he really planned to keep Yang Boxan.

Did he really leave him like this?Yang Boxan looked around, and finally left a brief farewell to Garcia, and then hurriedly followed Feng Xiao's pace with a wounded leg that was in the way.

Fortunately, it caught up.

Feng Xiao is tall, and Yang Boxan had to look up at him slightly when walking side by side, "You treat your mother like this, which makes me think she is your stepmother who abused you. "

After he said that, Feng Xiao's face turned even colder, "You think so."

"Don't be like this, Brother Xiao, why on earth are you treating her like this? Just because she doesn't get along with your father, did you obey your father's words and treat her like this?" Yang Baiyan called brother anxiously, but he always felt that this Things are not that simple.

So the big family has a lot of things to do.

"It seems that she told you a lot, but she only told half of it." Feng Xiao's eyes seemed to inadvertently glance over the other party's palm that had begun to freeze and stop bleeding.

"Then what is the remaining half?" Yang Boxan asked quickly.

Feng Xiao stopped suddenly, and opened the nearest door. It turned out that he had already reached Feng Xiao's bedroom.

"Go in." Feng Xiao just said, without answering immediately.

Yang Boxan went in after oh, and then he saw Feng Xiao dragging a chair for him to sit down.

When he saw the other party rummaging through the medicine box, Yang Baiyan felt a warm current in his heart, and the corners of his mouth could not stop rising.This seemed to be the second time Feng Xiao had treated his wound.

He cooperatively stretched out his hand to ask Feng Xiao to disinfect the wound for him.

But Feng Xiao looked at his palm without moving for a long time, and there were still some emotions brewing in his eyes.

Yang Boxan can probably guess why this is, he directly said in a begging tone: "Brother Xiao, please bite me, don't hold back, embarrass yourself. I am voluntary, even if you want to drink me A lifetime of blood will do."

After speaking, he used his other uninjured hand to pull down the neckline of his turtleneck sweater, revealing his fair and slender neck, and tilted his head slightly to better show it to the blood race.

This was a powerful temptation for the blood race, but Feng Xiao only increased his breathing, and did not touch the fragile human being.

He lowered his head and stopped looking at the neck, and began to treat the other party's wound rigorously.

Yang Boxan, who failed again, heard the voice of the blood race slightly hoarse: "Let's talk about Garcia."