Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

In the darkness, Lan Yan could only see Winster's expressionless face, no matter how many there were, there would be nothing left.Lan Yan rolled her eyes, and had a bold idea in her heart.He put his arms around Winster's neck, and slowly approached him, so close that the breaths of both of them blended together, and then he saw his appearance as a little beggar in his eyes, and immediately stopped, and leaned obediently his chest.

If only Winston can protect him, wouldn't it be good for him to find a way to hug this thigh tightly?What's more, this vampire is not very cold-blooded towards him.

His head was getting heavier and heavier, he grabbed Winster's clothes, his long and curly eyelashes drooped, and he fell asleep like this.

Winster, Winster, give me your heart.

Before falling asleep, Winston heard him say this in his heart, but he hugged him tightly and speeded up.

After entering Kaniwa City, Dicky had already arranged a warm and comfortable room for them in the castle, and the doctor had been waiting for a long time, but Winster asked for Lan Yan's room to be next to him.He can no longer bear the disappearance of Lan Yan from his side. He doesn't want to analyze the reason for the time being, but he just doesn't want to experience another inexplicable loss of control of emotions. Maybe it's because Marseilles in the spring has already prepared for him, maybe it's because he treats this as a pet at the beginning Those who go to support have invested too much, but have not yet gotten what he wants in return.

The room was brightly lit, and the wall lamp danced lightly on the wall. Winston sat in the chair, looking at the sleepy teenager on the bed.He watched this person grow up little by little, and his stubbornness and fearlessness were the same as before.

Those who don't know will say that he is a newborn calf and is not afraid of death, but Winster knows that this soul from another world has already grown up. Maybe he can't control his temper occasionally, but it's not a child losing his temper, but his previous life. Cultivated willfulness.

At the beginning, he deliberately cultivated his intimacy with the idea of ​​rivalry and teasing. A weak human being, even though he pretends to be a soul from another world, is still weak, he still can't change anything, and he can still easily control his life.

Since when did that change?

Winston leaned back in the chair, propped his chin with one hand, and stared at Lan Yan.This is not the first time he has done such a thing. In order to find out the whereabouts of Becky, he took Lan Yan away and invited the old fortune teller Augustus Garcia to use his method of divination, because he was the last one. Those who met Becky didn't send him back after that night, but they were just sitting by the bed thinking about Becky because they were bored at that time.

He can be sure that it's not because of Lan Yan's appearance, although this boy does have the capital of pride in his appearance, it can only be his character, his unexpected actions every time, every laugh and scold of him , all made this skin glow, and even that little arrogance and arrogance touched people's hearts.

Just today, he heard him say that he wanted his sincerity, and he wanted his sincerity to survive, so why did he want his sincerity?What is it for?Is it for trampling?Let this rude outsider know the consequences of offending the superior?No, he didn't want to do it long ago.

He just couldn't bear the disappearance of this person from his side any longer, and couldn't bear the thing that he carefully maintained as a treasure to be taken away and trampled by others, that's all.

When Lan Yan woke up, she thought that Winster had left, and sighed in the room for a long time before catching the Wenzi express train, and then saw Winster appearing at the door of his room, her eyes lit up.

"It's still afternoon, why don't you go to sleep?" Lan Yan asked, the sun was shining outside, the servant saw Winster coming in, and quickly drew half of the curtains, but in fact, the sunlight couldn't shine into the room at all .

"Discussed some things with them." Winster said, he was wearing a white suit with shiny golden buttons carved with roses.

Lan Yan patted the round chair next to him, motioning for him to sit over.

Winston paused before walking over with long legs.

Lan Yan just washed up, and now he is waiting for the servant to bring the meal. He slept until the afternoon, the fever has subsided, the wound has been treated with medicine, and his spirit is much better.

The flames in the fireplace were burning vigorously, and the room was very warm. Lan Yan was wearing a thin nightgown and a coat. He had lost a lot of weight during this time, but his eyes were still shining.

This is a person he raised carefully. His flesh and blood are cherished by him like a treasure, but he lost half of his life in the hands of others.Winston sat down in the chair beside him.

"Where's Your Highness Becky? How is she?" Lan Yan asked.

"It's dormant. It may take a long time to wake up this time. Her mother has sent people to pick her up." Winster said.

"What about the kid? What about the kid?"

Winston raised an eyebrow. "Of course I went back with her." He couldn't stand raising another brat.

"Then when are we going back to Saint-Cherier?" The servant came in with food, and set up a small table on the bed so that he would not have to leave the warm bed. Lan Yan said that he had already enjoyed this kind of patient treatment. Many times.

"Go back tonight." Winster rubbed his forehead wearily. "Buck and the others were sent to Eisenmeath's prison the day before yesterday, and other princes have been waiting for a long time."

"Huh?" Lan Yan asked strangely. "Then why don't you leave early, they are waiting for you, it means that Gangluo's affairs have already been dealt with."

Winster: "..."

"How long has it been since you had a good rest?" Lan Yan said, he had never seen Winster so tired, because no matter when he was handsome and energetic, he was His Majesty the real king, and Shengwei was always suppressing him. the people below.

"I haven't slept much for nearly two months." Winston closed his eyes and straightened his body again.

"Huh?" Lan Yan asked in surprise. "Then you are really 6."

"Insomnia," Winston said.

"The blood race also suffers from insomnia?"

"Well, I feel a little sleepy now."

"Then go back to your room and go to sleep."

"I'll squint here for a while..." Winster said, propping his head on one hand and closing his eyes. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again after returning to the room.

If Lan Yan really relaxed in front of Winston because only Winston knew his identity as an outsider, then why not Winston.

There is a person who does not fight or snatch, he has no desires, no desires, pure and clean mind, he is too weak to threaten you at all, he can only rely on your protection to survive, now he has realized it himself, so why not Winston? will relax.

He was lonely for a long time, in fact, he was also lonely for a long time.

Winston actually just fell asleep like this, leaning on the velvet chair, propping his head on one hand, his eyes closed, his long black eyelashes like a small fan, he looked inexplicably obedient, and fell asleep defenselessly look...

It was really a deep sleep, a deep sleep, Lan Yan pushed him, and he jumped forward and fell to the ground, this is not a deep sleep, is it a dead sleep?Lan Yan quickly supported him, and the servants on the side also rushed to help.

"Hurry up and get someone to come over and help His Majesty back to the room." The servant shouted to the side.

"Hush!" Lan Yan raised her index finger to her lips. "Don't call someone, help him to my bed, and let him sleep here for a while." Winster definitely didn't want his state to be seen by many people, so it's better not to make a big fuss.

Hearing what he said, the two servants had no choice but to work together with Lan Yan to drag Winster to his bed. As for why they dragged it, of course it was because His Majesty the real king was too heavy.Get him done, and all three are out of breath.

"Okay, you all go out, if anyone comes looking for him, just say he is resting here." Lan Yan ordered.

"Yes, Master Lanyan." The two servants bowed and left.

Lan Yan leaned against the bed, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and thought about his own calculations in his heart. He had already recognized his current situation, and now Winster was his biggest backer. If he gives it away, he can live with it.

Before he had any better plans, he could only find a way to bind himself tightly with all the interests of Winster.

Earl Dickey is taking the beautiful singer who has been prepared long ago to find His Majesty the real king. Prince Bradley has been staying with His Majesty a few days ago. He dare not leapfrog to get close to him. He has long heard that His Majesty likes to listen to people sing. , so the beauty has not been sent out.

In the corridor, two servants were walking towards them and saluted Dicky. Dicky asked, "Is Your Majesty still discussing matters in the study?"

"No, my lord, the meeting is over, and His Majesty is resting in Master Lanyan's room." The servant said.

Dicky was a little surprised, then showed a clear expression, and waved to the servant.He just said, His Majesty definitely has an unusual relationship with that Bai Ling, otherwise why would he have been able to return to the capital Saint-Cherier long ago, but why did he wait for another two days.

Dicky asked the singer behind him to step down as well, thinking as he walked, maybe it was because of that Bai Ling that he was so mobilizing to attack Buck this time. After all, His Majesty is a king of benevolence, and he tried his best to maintain the balance between the clans in order to avoid The war, but this time, killed so many people and broke in directly. To be honest, this is completely inconsistent with his habit of treating others with courtesy.Dicky recalled the day he rushed into Buck's bunker and started killing. He didn't look like King Ni, he was a dragon who was robbed of his treasure, and a tyrant who coveted a beautiful woman.

To be honest, His Majesty the True King's strength is really unfathomable. I haven't seen His Majesty the True King make a move for many years.Dicky is also over 700 years old, and he is the elder who has lived the longest and stayed by the madman Bradley's side. A vampire with such abilities is naturally exquisite.He shook his head and sighed, King Ni is a fake, those people should have stopped for a few years.