murder poppy

"I've heard similar words many times. Almost every prey that is targeted by a vampire will fall in love with the demon who killed him." Andre leaned halfway, his hair brushed against Lyons' left cheek, and the smell on his body was accompanied by the breeze Raising and floating in the air, "the heart beats faster and the blood vessels constrict. Our saliva is good at simulating the physiological response brought by love to lock the prey. Even if the butterfly on the spider web has only wings left, it still believes that it is staying in the stamen. This is The hunting props that the vampires are proud of. Although it is a bit unfashionable to say so, you seem to have fallen into a trap, Mr. Hunter."

Andre's voice is usually cold, and the natural tone of the superior contains a slight irony, which can cover up all other small emotions very well.Andre deftly opened the hunter's skirt, and slid // his fingertips ambiguously across Lyons' abdomen and waist.

"Andre?" The cold body temperature aroused the instinctive trembling of the skin, vampires are always difficult to fathom, and Lioness did not intend to accept such an intimate thing outside the door.

"It couldn't be easier to produce a physiological reaction." Andre's voice was calm and calm as usual, which was a bit inconsistent with his ongoing actions, "It's just the basic skill of blood hunting, don't tell me Mr. Inspector doesn't even know this Know."

The dangerous smell of the vampire in the air awakened Lyons, and the fighting instinct kept sending out signals beyond emotion—physical impulse and psychological love, can you really tell the difference?Facing a powerful vampire, is your sanity really still left?

Lyons exhaled a breath, the rising body temperature fell after strict restraint, and suppressed together with the impulse of being entangled in emotion.

The dampness and coldness of the Forbidden City was enough for Lioness to calm down and re-examine Andre.

Out of the corner of the eye, the blood-red pupils shone with the light of winning, and the corners of the oppressed lips showed a little bit of the bottom of the fangs, which stayed two fingers away from the skin of the neck.

Andre's performance is exactly the same as that of a vampire about to enjoy a meal.Toy with vilely, and then devour.This is the trick of the vampire eating.

The coolness of the neck seeped into the blood vessels from the skin. In addition to the dangerous breath of the vampire approaching and making the body stiff, Lyons could also sense the dagger and silver gun pinned to his waist.After fighting Adrian, he carefully wiped every part of the weapon, processing parts that might be aging or no longer sharp.Now they are all handy props.

The fingers only need to be slightly curled up to reach the security that makes the body feel safe.

Do you want to do this?

Lyons' pupils, which were mostly covered by eyelashes, turned silently, observing any subtle movements of Andre.

The vampire smelled of beasts continuously and quietly, the hunter's instinct kept warning and reminding, the red light in his heart was always on, but he never waited for the due attack.

—as if the hunter waited for the escape of his prey.

Andre's hands stopped at the waist and hips, and he was highly familiar with the body structure, allowing him to accurately feel the changes in Lyons' body through the tightened muscles of the abdomen: "What we did before is the same as now, it will happen in There is no identity or relationship between any vampire and human being."

Lyons turned his palms, and his shoulders shrugged due to muscle involvement. Such obvious changes could not escape the eyes of a vampire.

But Andre still maintained his movements, and his fangs were exposed because the corners of his mouth were raised: "For interesting humans, the vampires are willing to spend some time to enjoy them. That's how cats treat balls of wool. I hope that vampires and humans will act It's unrealistic for equal races to talk about feelings."

"Really?" Lioness replied absently.

The meaning that Andre wants to express is no longer important to Lions. He finds something more interesting than avoiding traps: If the purpose of stabbing your fangs is no longer to eat or take life, the claws of the beast will no longer be Sharp and powerful, it also loses its frightening capital.

"What controls you is nothing more than sexual//impulses generated by physiology. Be frank, sir, love is such a boring..."

"According to your theory, Mr. Advisor, shouldn't you hurry up and enjoy the food?" Lyons' palms curled up, but he didn't touch the dagger or gun, his elbows were bent sharply, and the rough palms pressed On the back of Andre's head, the hesitant hunter shortened the distance between the fangs and the neck.

Most of the exposed sharp teeth were covered by the downward corners of the mouth, and the pleasant, victorious atmosphere quietly dissipated.Compared with the tabby cat with its teeth and claws just now, Andre now truly shows the danger of belonging to the blood clan.

Lyons wasn't worried about the safety of his life. On the contrary, he was very happy to be able to peel off the mask that a vampire had been wearing all year round.

The exposed tusks can be a net dropped by a predator, or a shell from an escaped prey.What I really want to hide under the complicated words must be something sweeter.

The soft hair scraped against the palm, and the lips close to the neck were tightly closed, without any sharp objects that could pierce the skin exposed.

Lyons could feel that Andre's current mood was terrible, but unfortunately, he was extremely happy.

"At the moment, it seems that you are the one who is not candid, Andre." Lyons said.

Living alone for too long, Lyons admits to being dull, at least in the current situation, his social experience is not enough to provide any useful help.

"Blood Hunt has a wide range of sources of income, including some chambers of commerce in the southern district, which is enough to support a family's expenses. I can also solve the blood problem, and the relationship between the old housekeeper and Mass is also good..."

Andre narrowed his eyes and let out a chuckle: "Lines, you look like an idiot trying to sell yourself to the noble lady."

Clumsy and green, with a different charm.

Reaction to this comment was a frown on Lions' face, clearly miscalculating the barrier that stood between the two of them.

What are the reasons why ordinary couples cannot fall in love?

Property, affection, living habits, offspring...

When it came time to think about raising a child, Lyons realized he was drifting off track.

Lions, who gave up guessing, decided to solve the problem in the most direct way, and he asked sincerely: "Then why did you reject me?"

"No reason, Lyons," Andre replied, his voice as light as a feather, and he didn't seem to care.

This kind of sigh is no stranger to Lyons, in the previous night in the house, in the coffin surrounded by water vapor, Andre said "crazy" to him in the same tone, as the end of the absurdity.

"Andre," Lioness was silent for a moment, then continued, "I won't disappear because of your indulgence of desire. The difference between human beings and vampires is the length of life, and the only difference is that human beings are too fragile, and the appetite of vampires is enough. Take human life in a breath. Coincidentally, I am not of this fragile race. My life is enough to accompany you, and I have the ability to stop you. If you are worried about my safety, trust me, this is not Problem. Even if the blood is drained, the body will survive."

"Leave it alone, Andre, I think you should at least move your hands away, unless you're happy with the two bats in the room listening to the corner." Lioness released his hand from the back of Andre's head at the same time, trying to let the two The atmosphere among people relaxes.

The waist and abdomen continued to be in a state of tension, and even Lyons was a bit reluctant to think in such a situation.

Andre stood up straight calmly, pursed his lips tightly, and wiped his palm with the corner of his clothes in disgust, even though there was nothing left on it except the temperature of Lyons' skin.

"boom!"

A sudden gust of wind suddenly slammed the open windows shut.

There was also a cry of pain that was deliberately lowered, and then through the door, Adrian's unscrupulous laughter came, mercilessly mocking the bat that was slapped on the ground by the window.

Adrian laughed while holding the spell book, and stopped abruptly when Andre passed by.

"Crackling", the lid of the coffin was opened, the candles in the room were shaken a few times and extinguished, and the whole castle fell silent.

Only Dai Zhu maintained the form of a bat and rubbed the bruised wing cartilage distressedly: "The temper is still so bad."

"It doesn't seem very proper to lock a lover out of the door." Adrian looked at the closed door, experienced the weird atmosphere in the room again, and said, "It's a pity that Vijorel is not here, it's worse than him. It's so much more fun to hold a storybook with you all day."

Dai Zhu regained his human form, and there was a large bruise oozing blood on his left forearm: "I thought you were not interested in these."

"The love between humans has nothing to do with me." Adrian gave Dai Zhu a look of disdain, "It's too rare for a vampire to like someone else. How long can that hunter live, I bet Andre can bear it at most." Don't eat him for 100 years."

"..." Dai Zhu tore off the long sleeve to reveal the wound, without the obstruction of the cloth, the scratch healed quickly.He stood up and took a big step away from Adrian, "Adrian, has anyone told you that the premise of talking about other people's relationship problems is not in front of your own face."

A crisp sound sounded at Adrian's feet, and the silver dagger was accurately inserted into the floor, scraping off half of the fabric.

Adrian turned his head, facing a pair of blood-red eyes in the half-opened coffin.

"Andre? You're awake!" Adrian pulled out the silver dagger and placed it on the table awkwardly.

"I bet you."

"what?"

"Bet he outlives you."

"Friendly reminder, last time I bet with Andre I lost quite badly." Dai Zhu patted Adrian on the shoulder after the coffin was closed.

Holding the spell book, Adrian suppressed the panic in his heart and asked, "What did you lose?"

"It's nothing." Dai Zhu thought about it carefully, and said, "It's just a little pain after being locked up and poured a few bottles of holy water."

"..."

The room fell silent.

After a while, Adrian casually flipped through the ancient books, looked at the dark coffin in the hall and asked Dai Zhu, "Andre, so he fell in love with that hunter, right?"

Dai Zhu glanced at him: "You don't seem to agree."

"You and I both know what a blood race is. The only way to express love is to destroy and possess. Hunting and killing humans is our instinct. Appetite and love will make Andre eat that hunter." Adrian said.

"Lines is not that weak."

"So what do they rely on to coexist, is sword-to-blade the new trend of human love?"

"Like Andre, you don't understand romance." Dai Zhu turned his back and refused to talk to Adrian.

Dai Zhu looked at the moon tonight through the round window, and suddenly said: "If you are a rose, I will kiss you; if you are a poppy, I will break you. Your dew wets my lips, your ashes Burn my soul."

"Boom!" An ancient book flew towards the back of Dai Zhu's head, and Adrian asked, "What kind of hypocritical bad poem is this?"

Dai Zhu shrugged and replied: "It was written by a poor ghost who owed a huge amount of gambling debts and was frozen to death in a dilapidated wooden house."

The author says:

Today's Theater

Lioness: I have a car, a house, and an establishment. If I am wealthy, I will raise cats. What else do you dissatisfy?

Andre: I'm afraid your life will be short.

Lyons: ...

Update in advance, happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone!

ps: If the hypocritical poems are too hypocritical and cause discomfort, don’t scold Dai Zhu, just scold me (wrong)