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

Fine.

Ruan Mobei looked away and asked in a low voice, "How many humans can a blood race have?"

"As long as there are enough means to control them, it doesn't matter." Although He Songming was upset, he still answered Ruan Mobei's question, "But the salon stipulates that each member can only bring two blood slaves at most."

"Haven't you brought humans here before?"

A waiter came over and put a goblet filled with scarlet liquid on the table in front of him. There was such a cup in front of every blood race. He Songming picked up the cup but didn't drink it: "I don't like human beings, their existence Makes me sick."

No matter who was bullied by various people since childhood, he would not have a good impression of humans.

"Then why did you buy me?"

He Songming lowered his eyes and brought the mouth of the cup to his lips: "Don't ask so many questions."

But Ruan Mobei reached out and snatched the cup away a second before he drank it: "Why did you bring me here and drink other blood?"

He Songming finally raised his eyes, the cup was taken away by Ruan Mobei, some blood spilled out and landed in Ruan Mobei's hands, but in the sense of the blood race, what really attracted him was not the nakedness. The naked blood smell, but the clean taste of human beings.

He knew how delicious Ruan Mobei's blood was, and he knew it 15 years ago.

That's why it's so restrained every time.

But the other party never seemed to be aware of this, and every time he took the initiative to send out invitations, He Songming was afraid that he would be inattentive and really suck all the blood in his body.

He never had any self-control that he was proud of, and He Songming never claimed to be a self-disciplined person. He didn't know what to do to make Ruan Mobei realize how dangerous he was.

Frowning, he grabbed Ruan Mobei's hand, put his fingers in his mouth, and sucked away the blood spilled on it. The blood provided in the salon has never been so bland as it is today.

When the human's soft fingertips touch his sharp fangs, you only need to puncture them lightly, and you can taste the real delicacy.

He Songming held back, it's not time yet.

The finger was spit out, slightly wet, Ruan Mobei was about to go a little further when he felt someone approaching.

"Oh, our young master finally brought a blood slave over this time?" Ruan Mobei frowned at the harsh voice before he could see who it was. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a rather young and handsome face. Ruan Mobei even thought he heard it wrong, and for a while he couldn't connect the handsome guy with the broken voice.

"Rethmond."

The young vampire named Rethymond looked at Ruan Mobei, noticed the black collar around his neck, and the smile on his face deepened:

"I thought you hated humans so much that even blood slaves didn't want them."

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Ruan Mobei's face.

"Don't mess with my things." He Songming said coldly, "This is the human being I found with great difficulty."

Rethmond withdrew his hand. According to the slight expression on his face and other small movements, Ruan Mobei could tell that he had no real intention of touching him at all, and that his actions just now were just to provoke Songming on purpose.

"It's a pity, I thought we'd be the same kind of people."

Rethmond shrugged, put his hands into the pockets of his suspender trousers, and lazily said, "It seems that the last of my kind will also be bewitched by humans. I don't know how you can bear it after being hurt by them like that." The taste of their blood."

"I'm not as serious as you." He Songming saw the nightclub owner who was greeting other blood races not far away, and said in a low voice, "Karl recently bought a batch of good duck blood, save some for me." , and the rest is yours."

"Then do I have to thank this Mr. Human, maybe it won't be long before the blood will be mine."

Rethmond had a smile on his face, but his eyes were still cold. He smiled and waved to He Songming, and said, "Then I'm going to find Karl. I wish you a wonderful night in advance."

"Well, let's go."

Watching the figure of the young vampire swaying away, Ruan Mobei faintly rang from Carl's side, Ruan Mobei turned his head and looked at He Songming with surprise in his eyes: "Those in the kitchen refrigerator The blood... is it all duck blood?"

He Songming leaned on the back of the booth sofa and hummed.

"I'm the first human you ever drank?"

"Why, very proud? But your taste is not much better than that of duck."

He Songming said a very strange thing, as if he was in a panic to cover it up. Ruan Mobei forgave He Songming's duplicity for the time being. Did He Songming rely on animal blood to survive hunger during the 15 years he was away? ?

Ruan Mobei's mood suddenly became better, but he couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Will your vampires who drink animal blood be considered different in the group?"

"Heterogeneity is not so much, it's just that there are relatively few of them. Just like the vegetarians among you humans, those who don't understand will think that we are fools. We don't want good humans, but we want to drink those animal blood with strong fishy smell."

From Rethmond's words, Ruan Mobei learned that both of them are "vegetarians", and the reason why they became like this is because they were deeply hurt by human beings, and the strong disgust for human beings in their hearts can be suppressed The instinct to eat.

"What happened to Rethmond's throat?"

"When I was a child, I was pressed to the ground by two humans and poured a pot of boiling water into it."

What He Songming said was concise and to the point, but the understatement made Ruan Mobei's hairs stand on end.

The waiter passed by, and the vampire took a glass of wine from his tray, and brought it to his lips: "It's a miracle that that guy can still talk now, this is the fate of not being able to hide his identity in human society."

Hearing about Rethmond's tragic experience, Ruan Mobei couldn't imagine what He Songming had experienced in these years to make him reject human blood. Anyway, it must not be as light as he said that day: "Because the same You have been hurt by humans, have you been living on animal blood all these years..."

He Songming snorted coldly: "Put away your excess imagination, you human beings, don't you want to eat their food because you have been hurt by pigs, cattle and sheep?"

"Then you don't want to drink blood because you sympathize with human beings?"

"……To shut up."

Before He Songming became angry from embarrassment, Ruan Mobei obediently shut his mouth, and the sourness in his heart made him purse his lips. For him, 15 years was just a flick of a finger, and it became a memory fragment in his mind as soon as he woke up.

The only thing he can be thankful for now is that this world may not be real.

Soon all the blood clans that were invited arrived at the salon. Ruan Mobei roughly counted, there were more than 30 blood clans. Except for Rethymond, each blood clan brought one or two blood clans.

Compared to other blood races who were talking to each other, He Songming was indeed very withdrawn. Except for the boss Carl and Rethmond, no other blood race came over to talk to him.

It's just that many blood clans have cast their eyes on Ruan Mobei and recognized him as the human who was bought by 800 million at the auction that day.

He Songming was very anxious because of those probing eyes cast on humans from time to time, but he couldn't hold back his face and took the initiative to do something to Ruan Mobei.

Why are you so awkward?Noticing this, Ruan Mobei held back his smile. He took the wine glass on the table, moved it into He Songming's arms, leaned against him, and brought the mouth of the glass to He Songming's lips.

"You're still outside, and you start seducing me like this?" The blood clan frowned in displeasure, but honestly put his hands around Ruan Mobei's waist, Ruan Mobei tried his best to hold back his laughter, and said softly, " Don't you like this?"

Sure enough, He Songming stopped talking, and took a sip of wine by holding Ruan Mobei's hand.

He Songming had never fed and drank like this before. For the first time, the two of them didn't cooperate very well. The excess wine flowed down the corners of He Songming's lips, and fell into the collar along his chin and neck.

Ruan Mobei leaned forward and licked away the excess wine from the corners of He Songming's lips and chin.

He Songming froze all over.

Ruan Mobei didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior. His subconscious way of getting along with He Songming was still in the period of passionate love in the previous world, enjoying the greasy and crooked interactions.

But to He Songming, Ruan Mobei's overly intimate behavior was undoubtedly fatal.

When He Songming grabbed his neck, Ruan Mobei didn't struggle. The blood clan seemed aggressive, but in fact, his strength was just enough to not force him to breathe.

The four eyes met, and Carl said something, but Ruan Mobei failed to notice that what was filling his ears now was He Songming's increasingly heavy breathing.

Ruan Mobei's fingers moved, sensing his intentions, He Songming immediately pressed down the hand he wanted to do evil.

"Can you be a little more honest?" She gritted her teeth quite a bit.

Ruan Mobei nodded hurriedly, and He Songming stared at him for a long while before finally letting go and returning to his cold face. Unfortunately, the legs that were adjusted into an overlapping posture betrayed what he wanted to hide. fact.

Ruan Mobei looked aside, the vampires had already brought their vampires around, and the male vampire who was sitting on the lap of a young female vampire and sucked blood not long ago had already entered the arms of another strange vampire. On his neck, the hand was touching the human being unscrupulously, and the man's eyes were lax, obviously addicted to the double pleasure.

Only then did Ruan Mobei realize another purpose of the salon - to exchange blood slaves.

Soon all the clothes on the man were taken off, and the curtain beside the booth was untied and pulled open, enclosing it into a small private space.

By now, Ruan Mobei finally realized the true usefulness of these gear slots and curtains all over the ceiling.

Soon more curtains were pulled up, and undisguised voices sounded one after another from behind the curtains. Ruan Mobei couldn't restrain his face when he heard the sound of wolves in the spring night near the wolf den. Red to the base of the neck.

He hasn't lost his morals enough to accept "swapping partners" calmly, although in the eyes of the vampires, vampires are just objects to be used, not partners.

Finally, a blood clan brought his own blood slave and tried to come to He Songming's side. Looking at Ruan Mobei, he was obviously very interested in him.

"No, I'm not interested."

Facing He Songming's indifferent refusal, the blood clan had no choice but to leave regretfully, and soon he found a new prey, successfully exchanged with blood slaves from other blood clans, and closed the curtain.

For some reason, seeing He Songming protecting himself tightly by his side, preventing any blood race from getting close, Ruan Mobei always felt that he was like an old hen protecting food.

A blood race embraced the humans and walked to the small room next to it. The moment the door opened, Ruan Mobei saw a whole wall of tools in the room, including whips, candles, chains, and various toys.

Ruan Mobei: ...

The sound that filled the entire salon hall also made He Songming very uncomfortable. He stood up and said, "Let's go."

Ruan Mobei quickly stood up and followed behind He Songming. On the way, they passed by Resmond. The young vampire was drinking a cup of duck blood, with a full face, and waved to them as farewell.

As the organizer of the salon, Karl would not participate in these people's blood slave exchange project. When He Songming found him, he was talking with a blood girl who was only 16 years old.

"Wait a minute, this kid accidentally told someone else his Christian name and is asking me what to do." Carl smiled at him, then whispered to the little girl who was about to cry.

He Songming took Ruan Mobei and waited at a place where they could not hear their conversation.

Ruan Mobei: "What's your Christian name?"

He Songming explained in a low voice: "When each blood race returns to the group, they will be led through the ceremony by the authority of the group and get a Christian name. The Christian name is an absolute privacy for the blood race. We believe that it has magical powers from God. Have a huge impact, even take our lives."

……name?

Ruan Mobei suddenly thought of what the werewolf said at the end of his life, when he thought of He Songming's real name, everything would come to an end.

He cheered up: "Can a name have such a magical power?"

He Songming: "When you were still in the old land, didn't you humans always say that the name is the shortest curse?"

"Then do you have a Christian name?"

"Have."

"Did Karl take you to a ceremony to get it?"

He Songming glanced at him: "No."

Ruan Mobei was a little surprised by He Songming's negative answer: "Is there any elder in the city who is more authoritative than him?"

"You have too many questions."

Carl finally finished talking with the girl. The little girl seemed to be in a better mood, and she was about to take the elevator to leave.

He Songming confirmed the list of recent food needs to Carl, and Carl checked it on the smart bracelet while smiling: "There are already blood slaves, do you still need to ask for goods from me?"

"I still want him to live a little longer."

Ruan Mobei acted as a well-behaved quail and did not participate in the conversation between the two blood clans. After confirming the amount of duck blood, He Songming was finally able to leave.

They took the elevator to the first floor and walked out of the nightclub. The car was already waiting outside. Ruan Mobei sat in the car and couldn't help asking: "Did you bring me here just to see these?"

"I'll have to ask Carl for blood, he's the only good quality animal blood supplier around here."

He Songming must have been here many times before, and has seen more promiscuous scenes. He has never eaten pork and seen pigs run a marathon. Even so, he was so unfamiliar the first time. Facing Ruan Mobei's provocation, It can even be considered... pure love.

Ruan Mobei believed that he must have never messed around, but he still didn't bother to ask: "Really?"

When being pressed on the back seat of the car, Ruan Mobei even adjusted to a comfortable posture. Although the blood race is gradually figuring out his aggressive method, he is still fooled again and again.

He Songming endured for a long time, and faced with the human beings who teased him again and again, he decided not to bear it any longer.

He must let Ruan Mobei know that the consequences of talking nonsense are serious.

The clothes were taken off one by one, and Ruan Mobei twirled He Songming's strand of hair that had been freed from the hairspray with his fingers, and the scene in the salon still couldn't help but emerge in his mind.

The appearance of Rethmond gave him new inspiration. Could the serial murderer be a blood race who hates humans?

That's why the internal organs of the corpses were taken away one after another.

The sudden pain forced Ruan Mobei to withdraw his thoughts, and when he raised his eyes, he met the extremely displeased eyes of the blood race.

"It seems that you need to pay more attention."

More than 40 minutes later, the car stopped in front of the villa, and He Songming got down from the back row first. His clothes were neat, and if it wasn't for the crimson color on the tips of his ears and cheeks, his cold expression would be enough to deceive everyone.

After a while, Ruan Mobei came down slowly, and he couldn't help staggering the moment his feet touched the ground. He Songming subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him. Copy it back into your pocket.

The space in the car is still a bit too small. After all, he is 1.8 meters long, and he didn’t feel anything when he was folded in a strange posture. Only after he was done, did he realize how sore it was.

On the contrary, He Songming put his hands in his pockets and looked like a normal person, which made him a little angry.

Ruan Mobei took a deep breath, and walked into the villa in a nonchalant manner.

At 02:30 in the morning, before bedtime, Ruan Mobei turned on the TV, slumped on the sofa, and there were handsome men and beautiful women on the variety show that was being broadcast.He Songming stood behind him and followed him for a while.

Ruan Mobei patted the side of the sofa, motioning for He Songming to sit over, the blood clan hesitated, and sat down beside him.

"You like this kind of show?"

"It's just killing time, and now I don't have to work, so I have to find something else to do." Ruan Mobei didn't think He Songming would like human variety shows, but He Songming still watched him for a long time.

Sure enough, those who dislike anything are just talking about it.

The two watched quietly for a while. Ruan Mobei felt hungry. He stood up and stretched his waist. He was in good health, and the discomfort caused by the fuss in the car just now had almost disappeared: "I'll go eat something thing."

Since Ruan Mobei came, there will be some fresh ingredients in the kitchen refrigerator every two days. Ruan Mobei handles the ingredients and cooks when the fire is turned on.

He Songming came in at some point and was standing behind him watching. Ruan Mobei simply made a bowl of rice and was cooking the soup. He dipped a spoon into the soup and tasted it, then put salt and dark soy sauce in it to adjust smell.

He Songming silently calculated the ratio based on the volume of the contents of the pot and the amount of salt Ruan Mobei put into it. He couldn't perceive the taste of human food. The food he made for Ruan Mobei these days might be a bit too salty. But human beings eat all of them to give him face every time.

A rice bowl came out of the pot smoothly, and Ruan Mobei brought it to the dining table, and took out a bag of duck blood from He Songming's small freezer, and put it in the pot to heat it in a water bath.

He Songming should have only drank a little of his blood in the car, otherwise, with the daily food intake of the vampires, he should be dizzy now because of anemia, how can he cook like this vigorously.

Open the blood bag, pour the heated blood into He Songming's favorite mug, and put the mug on the opposite side of the table. Ruan Mobei pulled out the chair and said, "Okay, let's eat."

"..." He Songming sat silently on the chair pulled out by Ruan Mobei, facing Ruan Mobei, the duck blood exuded the fishy and sweet smell of food, it was once his favorite food, but After meeting Ruan Mobei again, he completely lost interest in it. In his eyes, duck blood has become a substitute for simply filling his stomach.

It was as if he had returned to 15 years ago. The two boys were sitting at the table facing each other. He watched Ruan Mobei eating deliciously, and he couldn't help feeling unbearably hungry.

It's just that what was placed in front of him at that time was human food, but now, a cup of duck blood suitable for vampires exudes heat.

He Songming picked up the cup and took a sip of blood. In the light of the electric fireplace, the two shared dinner for the first time.

Put the dishes and chopsticks into the automatic dishwasher, and today's work is all over, Ruan Mobei breathed a sigh of relief, and in another three or four hours, he can go to bed and rest.

Today, I followed He Songming to the Blood Race Salon, which opened my eyes and got a lot of important information. Ruan Mobei looked at He Songming. The Blood Race was reading an electronic newspaper with a cup in his hand. He habitually frowned slightly, unable to deduce The content of the report is good or bad.

"Ferdinand?" Ruan Mobei called out tentatively.

He Songming didn't realize what Ruan Mobei was saying at the first moment, and it wasn't until Ruan Mobei yelled a second time that he raised his head belatedly: "Who are you calling?"

"It seems not." Ruan Mobei thought for a while, he didn't know much about names commonly used in the West, and couldn't think of a more suitable one for a while, "Dexter?"

"..." He Songming finally realized that Ruan Mobei was guessing his Christian name. He snorted and turned his attention to the newspaper again, "Don't guess, you won't be able to guess."

"Don't look down on people." Ruan Mobei decided to change the direction, "You haven't told me who helped you get your Christian name, you can't tell me what it is, you can always say this?"

"No." He Songming refused straight away, and even pulled up the electronic newspaper to cover his face, making it clear that it was impossible to tell Ruan Mobei.

Ruan Mobei doesn't know much about blood clans. I don't know if there are other blood clans in this area besides Karl who are respected enough to help the younger generation get a Christian name. It is definitely not possible to start from this direction. He Songming won't do it for a while. Open your mouth, then you can only try one by one.

He Songming's Christian name...he should be familiar with it.

It's just that he forgot.It's like forgetting his father, forgetting the acquaintance of Lily and Jonathan, forgetting his true identity, and the memory of his name is deliberately hidden in the depths of his soul.

Otherwise, the werewolf He Songming wouldn't say it, and when he remembered his real name, everything would end.

"... Alberta?"

"To shut up."

Ruan Mobei curled his lips. He sat where He Songming couldn't see directly, turned on the smart bracelet, and entered "Western male names" in the search bar.

He Songming's appearance tends to be of mixed race, and Ruan Mobei always feels that since he has an oriental name now, the other one should have a western tinge.

The first entry that appeared was directly a library. Ruan Mobei clicked on it. There were hundreds of pages and nearly [-] commonly used names. He looked at the names whose initials were arranged from A to Z one by one, and he would feel familiar Picked out one by one and copied them in the memo, planning to try them one by one.

With so many names, he can always guess a related one, right?

Ruan Mobei turned off the TV and went upstairs to take a shower. By the way, he continued his great plan of counting familiar names. He sat in the bathtub and took a hot bath. The virtual screen of the smart bracelet was displayed in front of him. skimmed over the name.

The starlight was gradually dimming, and the city was experiencing a dawn. Ruan Mobei inserted a bookmark on the page and decided to try with the names in the memo first.

There are very few names that can make him feel familiar. Ruan Mobei ruled out such commonly used names as Allen John George at the first time. He believes that He Songming, who is very special to him, must have a very special name. .

Ruan Mobei stood up, grabbed the towel over his body, and stepped out of the bathtub. The water dripped from his body and fell on the floor. He walked out barefoot and sat on the bed.

When it was completely dawn, Ruan Mobei put on light pajamas and went to He Songming's room. The blood race had already finished washing and was leaning on the bedside to read a book. lie down.

He Songming was already used to Ruan Mobei's arrival. Ruan Mobei also chose an interesting book from the bookcase, sat next to him automatically, and opened the first page.

The two sat side by side on the bed, each reading a book, the bedroom was very quiet, but no one felt embarrassed, only the sound of the book being turned page by page could be heard.

In an era when smart bracelets are thoroughly popularized and have more and more functions, not many people are willing to read such physical books with extremely low space utilization. The virtual screen can perfectly simulate the feeling of the pages of the book. It is easy to carry and can be opened anywhere at any time.

The reason why He Songming's family has a collection of books on two walls is probably because he was influenced by Ruan Mobei when he was a child.

No, maybe it's not just this, Ruan Mobei still remembers that in the "video record" he exchanged, there were a handful of books in He Songming's "cell", although they were carefully placed, The cover and page corners of each book also stated that they were almost torn apart.

This is yet another connection point.

Thinking of this, Ruan Mobei couldn't help looking at He Songming, the blood race didn't look up, but noticed the human gaze: "What's wrong?"

"Suddenly, I have a very strange feeling. I seem to have known all these habits of yours for a long time."

"You are really good at rhetoric." He Songming closed the book and put it on the bedside table. He got up and closed the curtains tightly to cover the gradually brightening sky.

At night, He Songming would draw the curtains and open the windows for ventilation. Compared with the central air conditioner, He Songming prefers natural wind, which is exactly in line with Ruan Mobei's impression of him.

"Go to sleep."

Ruan Mobei closed the book and put it beside the pillow, arranged the pillow and lay down. He Songming had already closed his eyes. In the dark night, Ruan Mobei couldn't see clearly, but he could imagine exactly how his eyelashes drooped.

After a while, Ruan Mobei whispered, "Alfred?"

"Go out if you shout any more." He Songming turned over and faced him, still not opening his eyes. Ruan Mobei took the initiative to hold his hand, feeling that the blood clan's body was gradually relaxing.

It was a long time since he felt peace, so Ruan Mobei also closed his eyes.

——Your name that I forgot... What exactly is it?