Before the first ray of sunlight illuminates the earth, the man came to a small wooden house on the outskirts of the village.

A boy in a cloak stood at the door of the wooden house. His hair was slightly wet, and he seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Master Arthur." The man pulled back his hood, revealing a handsome face.

Arthur responded, looking behind the man with his beautiful brown eyes for a while, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he found that there was no one there.

Randall Rochester took a full look at his expression, and took the initiative to explain very considerately: "Your Highness has not returned to Bartlett. If the young master wants to see His Highness, I will report it when His Highness returns."

Arthur snorted awkwardly and muttered, "Who wants to see him?"

Randall lowered his eyes, a little impatient with Arthur's awkward mood.

When His Highness ordered him to take care of this boy, he wondered what kind of person His Highness would treat him so specially, but he did not expect that he was just an ordinary boy who had not yet grown up. What made him jealous was that this person was His Highness The only heir transformed after restoring the second generation of blood, and this attitude towards His Highness is very disrespectful. Not only did he not return to Bartlett Castle with His Highness to receive education, but he also confused himself with his biological mother when he was a human and stayed in a human village. For a nobleman of the blood clan, this is simply demeaning himself.As the new butler of the Bartlett family, Randall is not yet qualified to teach and criticize the master's heirs, but in his heart, this Master Arthur is not qualified to be named Bartlett at all.

"What about this time?" Arthur saw that the sun was about to rise, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious.As a newborn, he was not yet used to the sting of the sun.

Randall took out a bag of coins and a glass bottle full of blood, "This is the supply for this week, please keep it, Master Arthur."

Arthur took it as a matter of course, without even saying a word of thanks, he turned and closed the door.

Randall looked up and looked at the closed door with a mocking expression.

Not willing to admit that he is a descendant of His Highness, but also coveting the protection brought by the Bartlett family, this Young Master Arthur also has a good plan.But that's good too. A three-generation family member who doesn't know his family has been mixed among human beings. Sooner or later, he will be targeted by interested people.Whether it's the Holy See or an ordinary vampire, a single third-generation vampire always has a special attraction.

At that time, even if this young master Arthur died in a corner, the ultimate responsibility will not be on him.

Randall smiled coldly, turned around and went down the steps, sneaking into the dark forest.

The sky is white, and the morning light is emerging.

Leaning against the big tree, Feng was awakened by the stabbing pain in his body. He frowned and suppressed the groan in his throat, but the blood stagnant in his mouth and nose couldn't stop pouring out. He stretched out his left hand to cover it, but Dirty, stinky blood still flowed from between his fingers, staining his clothes.

Mo Qi could smell the smell of blood sensitively, he woke up from the dream and found that Feng Zai next to him was vomiting blood non-stop.

Startled, Mo Qi stretched out her hand to help him stop, but in the end she could only let the blood fall onto his smooth palm.

Feng pushed him away, stood up and retched a few times to the side, finally spit out all the blood trapped in his mouth and nose, but his face immediately turned pale gray like a corpse.

"Feng..." Mo Qi stood behind him, feeling how incompetent she was for the first time.

Feng coughed a few times and cleared his throat: "I'm fine."

Mo Qi walked over and looked at the blood stains all over his body, clenched his blood-stained hands into fists.

"Are you still going to lie to me? Yesterday's magic weapon of light not only took away your arm, but that magic weapon has already made you reject this body, right!"

Feng turned around and looked at the angry Mo Qi with a surprised expression, "Ah Qi, you don't have to be too angry, anyway..."

"Believe it or not, I'll turn myself into your look too!?" Mo Qi roared, her tone rarely filled with anger, "Do you think I'll feel better seeing my lover become like this because of me?"

Feng and the angry Mo Qi looked at each other quietly for a long time, then curled up their gray lips and showed a very sweet smile, "Ah Qi, to be honest, I am very happy to see you like this, because the angrier you are, the sadder you are." , it means you love me more."

莫柒听了这话,恨不得过去揍他一拳,他咬着牙,狠狠瞪他,“你如果真想了解我到底多爱你,就干脆换成一个健康身体好好测试!”

Feng was stunned, looking at Mo Qi's eyes gradually tinged with lust, Mo Qi felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by those eyes, she couldn't help turning her head to look to the side.

Feng looked at the tips of his pink ears, moved his throat, and asked tentatively, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Listening to his hoarse male voice, Mo Qi hummed softly.

"You change to a healthy body before talking about it!"

Feng curved his lips with a smile, and said softly: "Okay, let's find a healthy body now."

With a stinky face, Mo Qi went to help him, planning to go to the lake that he discovered yesterday to clean up.

Feng leaned against him obediently, like a weak patient. When he found out that he was going to the lake, he asked with a strange expression: "How do you know where..."

Mo Qi raised her head in doubt, "Are you so dirty, don't you want to wash it?"

Feng silently shut up.

The light of the morning sun spread out on the clear lake surface, undulating under the refraction of the rippling blue waves, like jumping pieces of gold.

Mo Qi pulled Feng carefully to stop by the lake, then bent down together with him, picked up the clear water and washed his bloody hands little by little.

His movements are slow, but also very delicate and gentle.The warm and bright morning light rushes across the lake, but when it touches his body, it becomes gentle and meandering, as gentle as moonlight but warmer.

Feng lowered his head, watching Mo Qi seriously wash his hands with drooping eyes, a soft part of his heart sank.

After Mo Qi washed his palms, he planned to help him wash his fingers, but as soon as he stretched his fingers in, they were held tightly by Feng Shifinger. He tugged and found that the owner of his hands didn't intend to let go at all. He raised his head, thinking Accusing someone who is not good, but before the eyes are stared at, he is gently touched by soft lips.

"Your eyelashes are really beautiful." Feng whispered softly, as if looking at something fragile.

Mo Qi blinked, her flickering eyelashes made Feng's lips itchy.

Feng smiled and kissed his forehead again.

"My Ah Qi."

Very cherished tone.

Mo Qi snorted, "It's useless to be beautiful, this body is not mine."

Feng pressed against his forehead, his eyes were a little playful, "But isn't it you who is staying inside now?"

Mo Qi tilted her head, and was still awkward and refused to speak.

"Actually -- Ah Qi doesn't need to be so entangled. When you were sent into this world by that so-called master, you had already chosen the body that suits you best. In other words, for the rules of the three thousand small worlds , the body you inhabit each time is the little 'you' of this life." Feng said on the spur of the moment.

Mo Qi looked back at him suspiciously, "What little 'you'?"

Feng thought for a while and explained: "In fact, for my source world, every small world is repeated, because the rules come from my source world, so the creatures in each world have templates in my world. Yes, that is to say, every world has a corresponding you."

Mo Qi seemed to understand a little bit--"So, Wei Qi, Dugu Jing, and the current Prince Bartlett are all me? And in your world, I actually have a template?"

Feng said "um", and was a little uncertain, "I'm not very clear, because you lost your memory, so I can't know why you fell into the reincarnation of the small world." He paused, and then mentioned "But now, I have roughly guessed who the master behind you is."

Mo Qi was very curious, so he hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"

Feng shook his head, and said, "I can't reveal it yet, but I have already thought of a solution to him."

Mo Qi looked at Feng who kept his mouth shut, and angrily twisted his nose.

Feng didn't break free, but returned to the topic with a strong nasal voice: "So - the person I kissed just now was also you, you can't let it go."

Mo Qi stared at him helplessly, let go of her hand, and said, "Do the laundry yourself!"

Feng watched Mo Qi walk away, then pitifully resigned himself to washing the blood-stained clothes with one hand.

Mo Qi watched him curl up into a ball, and reflexively remembered the image of a husky, Mo Qi couldn't help but chuckle, amused by his own association.

When Feng Wensheng turned his head, Mo Qi withdrew his smile and looked at him seriously.Feng looked pitifully at his clothes, then at Mo Qi, and after confirming that he would not come to help him, he jumped into the lake.

Mo Qi thought that he just wanted to wash away the blood by the lake, but he never thought that the man swam to the middle of the lake with all his blood.He found that the situation was not right, and hurriedly called out "Feng", but the man swam forward like a demon, without looking back at all.When Mo Qi went into the water to chase him, he suddenly plunged into the water, and his figure disappeared in the middle of the big lake where Jin Bo was stacked.

Looking at the still rippling lake water, Mo Qi was dumbfounded.

After about half an hour, he didn't wait for Feng You to come up, but at this moment, the grassland suddenly shook, and the lake he was in was boiling like boiling water, and Mo Qi quickly jumped out of the lake due to stress.

But the seal of the lake still did not come up, Mo Qi was in a hurry, he jumped into the scalding lake to catch people, but the lake seemed to have formed an invisible barrier, and Mo Qi who wanted to enter popped out.

Mo Qi gritted his teeth, and rushed over a few times, each time he was ejected far away, several times in a row, even the second generation of blood clan, he couldn't help but feel a little powerless, Mo Qi looked at the boiling lake, his eyes were red Loudly shouted: "Feng, if you don't get out, I'll break with you!"

A small bubble appeared on the surface of the lake, in stark contrast to the surrounding large bubbles.Mo Qi was in a hurry, seeing that small bubble seemed to grasp a new hope, he quickly yelled a few more words--

"From now on, I will throw Yu Po far away, and I won't show up if you want to find me again!"

"If you see someone who has a personality similar to yours, stay away!"

"Breakup, divorce, did you hear that!?"

Following Mo Qi's deliberate heartless words, more and more small bubbles appeared in the middle of the lake, Mo Qi kept staring at it, silently praying for Feng Neng to come out safely.

As time passed, the boiling on the surface of the lake gradually stopped, while there were more and more small bubbles in the center of the lake. Mo Qi looked at the gathering place of the bubbles without blinking, and finally saw the source of those bubbles-- It was a crouching male corpse, his face was swollen and his skin was red and white, like fresh pork from a hot pot.

And his clothes are exactly the same as Feng's!

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