The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

He Songming's mouth still smelled of blood. It was Ruan Mobei's own blood, which tasted fishy and sweet.

He Songming finally regained his composure at this time, and was about to reach out to push Ruan Mobei away, but just as he made a move, the daring human blood slave attacked him from another direction.

The sudden feeling made He Songming uncontrollably let out a muffled groan, Ruan Mobei let go, and he straddled He Songming, moving his body slightly.

The effect of the friction was obvious. Ruan Mobei unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and looked at the shocked blood clan from top to bottom:

"This is my compensation to you, is it enough?"

He Songming is indeed inexperienced, and under Ruan Mobei's teasing and guidance, he has no power to fight back. If Ruan Mobei's guess is correct, he has been living alone in the blood castle far away from the city all these years.

The heavy curtains specially designed for the blood clan can perfectly block the sunlight, which is quite suitable for doing things.

It was the first time for Ruan Mobei to take the initiative like this, and he was even more exhausted than before. He finally exhaled tremblingly, and when he lay sideways on the bed reminiscing about the last feeling, He Songming did not move.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and there were some marks left by humans on the neck of the blood race. Ruan Mobei stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips lightly on it.

"Comfortable?"

It made him sound like a scumbag.

Ruan Mobei saw He Songming turn his head slowly, the coldness and defense in the blood race's eyes disappeared without a trace, replaced by complex emotions that Ruan Mobei couldn't understand.

"Very skilled."

He Songming finally sat up. He stretched out his hand to cover his chest, looking like a man from a good family who was forced to do so. With a sullen face, he leaned over to pick up the clothes on the ground, and took out a box from the drawer of the table next to him. Something was directly buckled on Ruan Mobei's neck.

Ruan Mobei reached out and touched it, um, a...neck ring?

Or rather, a collar?

There was also a small card on it, Ruan Mobei couldn't see what was engraved on it, but felt like He Songming's name.

"I don't know which men and women's beds you learned these skills from, but you did succeed in pleasing me."

After He Songming got dressed, Ruan Mobei could tell from his blushing knuckles, tight back, and pursed lips that he was in a bad mood.

Is it because he was too proficient that he mistakenly thought that he had slept with many people?

Ruan Mobei rubbed his nose, this "I'm jealous of myself" plot made him want to laugh, but he didn't show it for the sake of his own safety.

Before He Songming got up to leave, Ruan Mobei lightly touched his back, pointed to the chain on his ankle, and said, "Can you untie this?"

He Songming threw him a key with a cold face, and Ruan Mobei's eyes showed a look of embarrassment when he left.

The door was slammed heavily, Ruan Mobei used the key to unlock the shackles, and collapsed on the bed relaxedly.

He Songming was probably frightened by him, and he didn't know how he would treat him the next time they met.

In the 15 years since he left, what kind of experience has He Songming had?How did the poor little boy who was bullied by others and lived in the orphanage be found by the housekeeper?After inheriting his parents' inheritance and this castle, his life seems to be as lonely as ever.

The sky was getting dark, and it would soon be time for He Songming's activities. Ruan Mobei walked out lightly. He Songming was sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, watching the news on the smart bracelet.

The "firelight" of the electric fireplace was reflected on his face, maybe it was because of the blood he had just drunk, his lips were no longer as pale as paper, but his brows were still tightly furrowed, as if he was still bothered by something.

Ruan Mobei stood in the corridor and watched him silently for a while, but finally did not go down, turned and went back to the room.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, He Songming left from the lobby on the first floor. He didn't know where he went. Ruan Mobei couldn't help being hungry. He went downstairs to eat something. As soon as he arrived in the kitchen, he saw the incubator on the counter. There is prepared food in it.

It is a rice bowl that looks quite delicate, with a combination of meat and vegetables, and it smells delicious.

He Songming did it?Or other servants who have not appeared in front of him?

Ruan Mobei took a sip, and unlike the aroma, the taste of the food was not very good, it could even be said to be a bit bad—there was too much salt.

Apparently the cook forgot to try the taste on the way, or maybe that person couldn't taste the taste?

But Ruan Mobei still ate everything.

After the meal, Ruan Mobei couldn't help but drank a lot of water to wash away the salty taste in his mouth. He returned to the room, read the book again, and went to bed when he felt a little tired.

Compared with the constant rush and sickness in the last world, now we finally have a relatively comfortable environment, so we have to take a good rest.

He seemed to have had a dream, in which everything was sunk in chaos, struggling to break through the confinement, there was a figure in the distance that could not be touched, Ruan Mobei looked at his figure from afar, and a name was in his mouth , ready to come out.

But Ruan Mobei didn't know what that name was, he couldn't remember it at all, as if someone touched the relevant memory.

When I woke up, my body was sweating, and my whole body was wrapped in pain and unwilling emotions. I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't tell the specific feelings, as if the name carried countless important meanings.

He forgot about it.

Before dawn, Ruan Mobei gradually calmed down to breathe, and turned on the bedside lamp. It was three o'clock in the morning, and there were still three hours before it would turn on.

Not feeling sleepy for a while, Ruan Mobei got up and planned to take a walk outside the room.

It's midnight now, and the vampire should be at his best. Maybe the two of them can meet occasionally in the corridor. After half a day of calming down, will He Songming's attitude towards him become better?

The castle was quiet as if no one lived in it. Ruan Mobei walked around the house, but unexpectedly failed to find He Songming.

are you out?

He was suddenly a little lonely, and this was the first time he had experienced such a feeling. Although Ruan Mobei did not object to having absolute quiet time to do his own things, since he established a relationship with He Songming, he wanted to be with him more side.

Unfortunately, because of the force majeure separation when they were young, their relationship after the reunion was obviously not so smooth.

It's boring to be alone in the huge castle. The smart bracelet was taken away in the auction house, and it should be in He Songming's hands now. Ruan Mobei has nothing to do, so he can only go back to the room again, lie on the bed, and wait to fall asleep After dawn.

Ruan Mobei didn't know when He Songming came back. He got up at 07:30 in the morning and went to the corridor, and happened to meet He Songming who was walking up.

The other party's coat still carried the slightly cold air outside, and the color of the strawberry print planted yesterday on his pale neck became lighter, but it was still ambiguous.

When they bumped into Ruan Mobei, the Blood Race was silent for a moment, and realized that Ruan Mobei was not afraid of him, but there was some expectation in his eyes. He Songming paused, and said coldly:

"The meal is in the kitchen, remember to eat."

After all, he walked straight past Ruan Mobei and entered his own room.

It seems that he is still angry at his initiative to invite yesterday, obviously he also enjoyed it, why is he throwing face.

Ruan Mobei rubbed his nose. He probably knew that the real reason for He Songming's resentment was that he was too proficient. After being intimate with the protoss and the werewolf He Songming, he had already felt He Songming's sensitive parts clearly. , knowing how to treat and how to respond can make the other person more excited.

But in the eyes of He Songming today, Ruan Mobei's rich experience directly proves that he has had a lot of experience, so it's no wonder that He Songming would say that.

Who would have thought that all his experience came from He Songming himself?

This was an unexplainable matter, so Ruan Mobei simply didn't say anything more, and let He Songming digest it by himself. He believed that the other party could control the jealousy that made people laugh.

It should be under control, right?

Ruan Mobei came to the kitchen on the first floor, and as expected, just as He Songming said, there was another breakfast, a bowl of porridge and cut sauce-flavored cakes in the incubator.

Ruan Mobei tasted it, the porridge was a little too bland, and the pancake was too salty, but it was much better than the one that killed the salt seller last night.

The same color and fragrance, but the taste is strange.

So... Did He Songming make this breakfast and last night's deadly rice bowl by himself?

When he was a child, every time he fed He Songming, he looked in pain. The blood race should not be able to taste the taste of human food, no wonder he can make the rice so salty.

Ruan Mobei didn't say much, and ate all the food. He Songming must have feelings for him in his heart, otherwise the blood clan who inherited a large inheritance wouldn't have to work hard to cook for himself to feed himself, a human blood slave.

He washed the tableware, put them in the disinfection cabinet, and returned to the living room. Except for the Victorian style decoration, the things in the blood family's house are no different from the human's home. All the necessary furniture and electrical appliances are available, Ruan Mobei Sit on the couch, turn on the TV, and get ready to grab some recent information.

The first channel after opening was the local news. The host was talking about the new decree promulgated by the government, and the scrolling subtitles below said that the number of people who had disappeared recently had increased to 45.

These people were probably attacked by blood clans and brought to the auction house as blood slaves for auction. Now they should be serving as human-shaped blood bags in the houses of those vampires.

If I hadn't gone to the hotel to pick up my luggage early yesterday morning, I would have been reported missing after a while.

When Ruan Mobei turned on the TV, he had already finished talking about the government's decrees concerning alien races on the planet. He only heard a suggestion to conduct comprehensive genetic testing and register all alien races in order to ensure the safety of local humans.

"Just now a reporter from our station sent a report saying that a homicide occurred on the 26th Street of Noorsey, resulting in the death of one person. The modus operandi was very similar to the previous case. The police are now involved in the investigation. Now, we will connect with the reporter at the scene ..."

Ruan Mobei was refreshed, and the information about his work finally appeared again. He straightened his body, stared at the scene on the screen, and prepared to get more effective information from the reporters and the scene.

The cordon has been pulled up, the police and forensic doctors are working, the reporter is standing more than ten meters away from the scene, and just about to start the introduction, from behind her, Ruan Mobei saw a fairly clean wall and ground, which may be the same as that of the few people in front. Like the previous case, there was no blood at the scene of the crime.

"Turn off."

He Songming's voice suddenly sounded, and Ruan Mobei turned his head when he heard the sound. At some point, the blood clan was already standing behind him, staring at the TV screen, with a bad expression on his face.

Ruan Mobei obediently took the remote control and turned off the TV. He can now roughly confirm that the blood race is inseparable from the murder. Maybe some of He Songming's kind sucked the blood of these homeless men and nightcrawlers, and then Kill him brutally.

He Songming didn't want him to watch it, probably because he didn't want him to have more bad impressions of the blood race?

Ruan Mobei tactfully did not mention the murder case, and asked softly, "Did you sleep? I thought you were going to rest at dawn."

He Songming didn't seem to hear Ruan Mobei's concerned inquiry: "You don't need to pay attention to these things anymore, the work of the newspaper has nothing to do with you, now, you just need to stay at home honestly and act as a qualified blood bag."

Ruan Mobei was a little surprised: "Have you seen my luggage?"

There are a lot of murder documents in his suitcase. If He Songming looked through his suitcase, it would not be surprising to know them.

"Your luggage belongs to me now." The blood clan's voice was devoid of any emotion, "Even you are mine, and you have no right to express any opinion on what I did."

"I have no objection, you can watch it if you want, there is nothing important anyway." Ruan Mobei could see a trace of forced indifference from his face, He Songming was deliberately pretending to be cold, trying to make him Fear.

If the two of them didn't know each other very well, Ruan Mobei would really believe it was the two months of friendship they had when they were young, and would behave like a human being with their tails between their legs from then on.

But it's a pity that Ruan Mobei has already figured out He Songming's true character. He has experienced so many worlds. Although He Songming's identity has been changing, his personality is always the same.

He Songming has always been that He Songming, and he has always been that Ruan Mobei.

The blood clan frowned imperceptibly, they didn't expect Ruan Mobei to be so "shameless".

Ruan Mobei stood up. He Songming had already changed into his home clothes, and he would probably go back to his room to rest soon. Ruan Mobei walked a short distance in front of him before stopping.

The corners of He Songming's lips were drawn into a straight line, staring at him silently. Ruan Mobei stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the hickey on the blood clan's neck that hadn't faded.

He Songming obviously felt uncomfortable because of his movement, and secretly clenched the hand hanging by his side. Ruan Mobei knew that he probably thought of yesterday's joy from this, and he could be sure that before yesterday, He Songming in this world had never Personnel, and the experience I brought to him should be very unforgettable.

It seems a bit innocent, but Ruan Mobei is convinced that He Songming is not that kind of person, he will follow his instinct very faithfully, if it is not for the embarrassing period between the two of them that He Songming thought he had abandoned him, the situation will be different. very different.

Ruan Mobei stretched his wrist to He Songming's lips: "Do you want to drink blood today?".

"Need not."

"Is it really not necessary?"

"I don't want to see a mummy at home in three days." He Songming grabbed his wrist and said in a stiff voice, "If you have nothing to do, just read a book. Don't you like reading very much?"

"Ah..." Ruan Mobei's eyes showed a perfectly disguised bewilderment, "You think you'll be happier doing this."

In the eyes of the blood race, he is clumsily trying to please himself in a human way.

The originally unstable heart began to loosen again, and Ruan Mobei always had countless ways to make the resistance he tried to make come to naught.

He Songming took a deep breath, let go of Ruan Mobei's wrist, turned around and said, "I'm going to rest, except my room, other places are allowed to enter, and you are not allowed to go out. If I find out, you won't think about it." know the consequences."

"Okay." Ruan Mobei paused and said softly, "Good night."

He Songming went upstairs and returned to the room, his pace was hurried for some reason, the sound of the door closing sounded, the figure of the blood race disappeared from sight, Ruan Mobei laughed, he sat on the sofa, turned on the TV again, and turned it to silent .

The report on the murder case is still going on. Ruan Mobei follows the camera and observes the scene. The image of the corpse is too cruel to be shown. Ruan Mobei specially uses the TV to go online to find more detailed information.

The deceased was a company clerk. He drank at the bar until two o'clock in the morning, and was about to take a taxi at the intersection. When he passed the alley, his figure disappeared in the surveillance video.

When people saw him again, he was already the cold corpse in the picture that lost his liver, two kidneys, and most of his small intestine.

Keeping these in mind, Ruan Mobei closed the page, cleared the search history, and went upstairs.

He Songming should be asleep by now.

Ruan Mobei stood at the door of his room for a while, he listened intently, made sure there was no movement inside, and gently pressed the doorknob.

The door is unlocked, it seems that He Songming is still very relieved of him.

Ruan Mobei walked into the blood clan's bedroom, and he stepped on the carpet with bare feet without making any sound.

He Songming's bedroom is very similar to the one he lives in now. As a blood slave, Ruan Mobei shouldn't live in such a luxurious and spacious room.

The heavy curtains tightly blocked all the light from the window, Ruan Mobei stood in place to let his eyes adapt to the dark environment, and walked slowly to the bed.

He Songming was lying in the thin quilt, already asleep, the same as him in all the previous worlds, the blood race used to lie flat, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, a fairly stylized sleeping position.

Ruan Mobei squatted beside the bed and looked at him for a while. Even in his sleep, He Songming frowned tightly, as if he was experiencing a bad dream. Ruan Mobei wanted to stretch out his hand to comfort him. flat.

Shall I climb up and lie down with him?

Ruan Mobei quickly rejected this plan. He had just slept through the night, and now it was too late to lie down. He Songming didn't know how long he would have to sleep before waking up.

It's better to wait for him to sleep for five or six hours and come back when he is about to wake up.

Although he wanted to stay with He Songming more, the most urgent task now was to adjust the tense relationship between the two.

It just so happened that he could also change his clothes and wear a shirt with a wider open neckline.

I don't know how He Songming would react when he saw himself on the bed as soon as he woke up?