Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

A day and a night have passed, and the news of the reappearance of the real king Winster has spread far enough, and the situation has changed again. The various forces that were fighting to the death and aggressive and ready to expand had to discuss their retreat all night in order to have A happy ending.

The daytime is still covered with lead clouds, the Pope's Palace in Pergata is covered with thick snow, the dovecote spire on the left collapsed, the sculpture collapsed, and several columns that required two adults to hug to surround them also collapsed, and the hole opened. The door turned into a terrifying black.

Lan Yan stood on the circular square and looked at it from a distance. He felt that this place was unusually familiar, as if he had seen such a scene in a dream, but he had been here countless times. Shouldn't familiarity be normal?

Winster roasted two pigeons in the kitchen, hoping that he could eat some, but he has no appetite at all now. For some reason, he should have not eaten for two days, and he should be hungry by now.

He sat in front of the fire, the onion broth bubbling and steaming in the pot, the flames shining on his porcelain-white cheeks.Speaking of this, he remembered the feeling when he killed that vampire last night, and unconsciously licked his rosy lips.

Winston rolled up his sleeves, cut up the pigeon meat, put it on a white porcelain plate, and poured two more glasses of Molly's medicinal wine.

"Eat a little," Winston said.

"My sense of taste seems to be out of order." Lan Yan looked at him worriedly and said. "It feels very strange. I can still smell the smell of these foods, but they have lost their appeal to me." Wearing Winster's suit jacket, he looked a little weak.

Winston patted his head and sat down beside him. "This is only temporary, and it will recover slowly." The instinct of vampires is to suck human blood. Almost all freshmen are only interested in human blood at first, and human blood has a fatal attraction for them. Will accept other foods.

Winston pulled his wrist and wiped the stain with a hot towel.The two wrists were originally covered with scars, and now they have recovered.

"I don't know where Gusjoy and the others have escaped." Lan Yan looked at the dancing flames.A vampire's body is not afraid of cold, but it also likes warmth.

"No hurry, sooner or later they will be caught." Winster said.

"By the way, have you found the same kind in our world?"

"not yet."

"There are also rumors of blood races over there. Didn't you think about looking for them when you got there?"

"No," Winston said. "There's not much appeal to me there."

Lan Yan twitched the corner of her mouth and said proudly. "Then who is most attractive to you?"

"You." The real king said calmly.

Lan Yan snorted. "It's honest."

"When have I been dishonest?" Winston said.

Lan Yan raised her eyebrows. "Right here, last year."

"Oh? Why don't I remember?"

Lan Yan raised her foot and printed a clear footprint on his clean trousers. "Insist on leaving me here, and forget it in a blink of an eye, huh? Do you admit it? Do you admit it?"

Winston stood up and pulled Lan Yan up as well. "Okay, it will be cold if you don't eat any more."

"Do you admit it? Do you admit it?" He kept talking.

Winston hugged him helplessly and kissed him. "Admit, I admit I was wrong."

"Hmph, just admit it, don't dare to coax me in the future..." He threatened arrogantly, with the corners of his mouth constantly fluttering.

Winston lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose, and the two of them met each other with smiles and tenderness.

"Okay." The two of them staggered for a while, Lan Yan pushed him away and walked to the table. "Let me taste His Majesty's handicraft. It looks very good, but it's a pity that I can't taste it right now."

"Take a good rest after eating." Winster scooped out the soup from the pot and put it on the table.

"I want to find Gusjoy and the others as soon as possible." Lan Yan ate a piece of pigeon meat, and it really tasted like wax. After taking a bite, he didn't want to eat any more. Although he had never eaten wood, he thought it should taste like wood .

"There's no escape for them," Winston said. "Don't be too attached to these, it's not good for you."

"I can't do it." Lan Yan said. "I just want revenge, I just want to kill them."

"But they have been searched all around, and there is no trace of them." Winster said. "We have to go back to Viaken first."

Lan Yan put down the tableware impatiently and propped her forehead. "What does it have to do with Viaken? I want to find them."

"How to find them? Who dares to take them in now? They might be hiding in some rural mountain town. How can we find them?" Winster said patiently.

"Then what's the use of going back?" Lan Yan said. "We're gone, the vampires here will definitely make a comeback."

"Bring someone to look for it, not to mention, Viaken needs us, and there must be a lot of trouble there."

"I need you! Not me!"

"Lan Yan, we need to pay attention to the method of doing things. To find them, I am afraid that the cooperation of other people is indispensable."

Lan Yan glared at him. "You came back for Viaken, right?"

Of course there was a reason for this, but Lan Yan was obviously the one he cared about more.But at present, it seems that he has fallen into a state where he can't speak clearly.

Winston said decisively, "Of course it's for you."

Lan Yan said in a low voice, lost, "You're lying."

Winster sighed: "Lan Yan, the world is not black and white. I love you, but I can't completely abandon Viaken."

Lan Yan's eyes were reddish. "Then I'll stay here by myself."

"You must come with me," Winster said.

"Why?" he cried.

"You can't act alone yet, and I am your eldest relative, and it is my responsibility to restrain you." Winster's voice was flat, but full of undeniable power.Like his eyes, tolerant, but not infinitely indulgent.

Lan Yan pushed away the plate and stood up. "You can't control me," he said.His parents couldn't control him in his previous life, let alone you, Winster.

He was ready to leave angrily.

Winston stood motionless on the spot, his gentle expression shattered, and suddenly became low and terrifying.He stared at his back until he was about to disappear at the end of the passage before whispering. "If you dare to take another step, don't even think about going back."

The man froze immediately. "Are you threatening me with this? You clearly know that this is what I care about most."

After a while, he sneered. "You are the real king and I am also the real king. If you can travel through, I must also be able to travel through. Why do I have to listen to you?"

The raised cub wanted to resist before his wings hardened.His provocation made his blood surge.

Winster's eyes narrowed slightly: "People are different, and blood races are naturally the same. There will not be two people with exactly the same abilities in the world. Do you want to try?"

He had long been accustomed to the blue smoke that Winster lowered his head first, so he was not willing to suffer at this time.

He raised his legs vigorously, and was just about to leave when a gust of wind struck behind him, making his hairs stand on end, and he immediately put up all his defenses to dodge.

The thick brick wall in front of him shattered and fell to the ground with a clatter, blocking the narrow aisle and stirring up tiny dust.And Winston has already arrived at his previous position, slowly approaching.

Lan Yan leaned against the wall, looking at him in shock. "You want to kill me?" He couldn't believe it.

"I just want to grab you."

"With such great strength, you have pierced through the wall, are you trying to catch me?" Lan Yan roared.

"Aren't you the real king? You won't die." Winster said.

"So you hit me?" Lan Yan broke down.

Winster's eyes were red, and the depths of his pupils shone with golden light. His skin became paler and paler in the darkness, like a sculpture. His lips were as scarlet as blood. Lan Yan watched his white fangs stick out bit by bit. Outside, the expression is ferocious and terrifying.

Lan Yan trembled, under his influence, those two immature fangs also grew out.

After all, it was still a confrontation between an adult beast and a cub.

Intuition drove Lan Yan to run away, but as soon as he moved, Winster also moved, as if he would predict, the speed was faster than him, and he was stopped by him just two steps away, the huge force was like As if to tear him apart, he grabbed his shoulder and threw him against the wall.The wall collapsed, and he fell down under the crushed stone. His arm was scratched and healed quickly, but his body and head were numb from the shock, and he felt severe pain.

Winston was condescending, with his right hand pressing down on his collarbone, and his fingers firmly suppressing his carotid artery.Not enough to suffocate, but uncomfortable enough.

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Almighty Old Attack Winster!But no domestic violence!