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With his palms wrapped, Lyons concentrated his head and neatly dealt with the sticky skin and flesh around the stake, grabbed the stake and pulled it out completely.

Andre took a breath of cold air, and finally felt the force flow to his limbs, and his consciousness returned to his body.The feeling of oppression disappears, which means he is alive and free.

He stood up, his eyes drifted towards the hall as if nothing had happened, as if he was really looking for his beloved cat.

But Mass lived up to his expectations. As soon as Andre turned his head, he saw the bat that had been quartered by five horses and the curled ears covered with blood and minced meat on its beautiful fur, just like a tiger biting its prey.

"..."

Such a "cat" obviously does not need the owner's worry and care. Andre stopped thinking of calling Mass to ease the atmosphere, and An Ansheng lay back.

After a moment of silence, he closed his eyes and said, "I thought it stopped eating raw food."

The outfits of the two of them and the cat looked very distressed. It seemed that only the original "victim" Andre was dressed neatly. Apart from the wound on his chest that was healing, there were no other wounds.

Lyons got up and threw the good dagger into the coffin, and walked over to Mass to lift it away from the dead bat.

Thanks to the efforts of the old housekeeper, Massa has become less interested in raw meat.The bat was torn apart, but nothing was missing.

Lioness opened Misa's mouth, and there were sporadic bones and meat crumbs inside, but he didn't seem to swallow it.

"If you didn't eat it, it counted as saving your life." Lyons said.

The hunter holding the "Blood Cat" stood by the tea table for a long time, not waiting for the vampire who had just been rescued to condescend to climb out of the coffin and say thank you.After taking a closer look, I realized that Andre had gone back to sleep.

The vampire's original red lips became thinner at this moment, and the blond hair spread out on the red velvet cloth, like epiphyllum blooming in a pool of blood, the hair was stamens, and the skin was petals.As the night passes, it disappears.

The hunter's approach brought fresh blood, but the flannelette bandaging didn't do much, as it was already soaked in blood.The closer Lyons got, the more Andre felt his throat itch, as if he could feel the sweet and hot liquid flowing from his mouth into his stomach.

"Uncomfortable?" Lyons looked down at the frowning vampire, his fangs pierced his lips, and his blood-red pupils penetrated his thin skin.The only red was pressed on top of the white, and it slid on Andre's face like a devouring one.

The hunter was asking the question knowingly, and his half-declarative tone had the indifference of a bystander, maybe it was an illusion, and Andre thought at that moment that he and Lyons were the same person.

There was a rubbing sound, and the cloth picked up from the coffin fell back into the coffin.The wound made by the curled blade was not smooth, and the center of the palm was covered with blood and flesh.

Vampires in a state of hypersensitivity and excitement resist the approach of all creatures except—food.

Andre opened his eyes almost the moment Lions leaned over, wet and hot blood rubbed against his lips, "I don't promise to eat in moderation, so take back your mercy, Lions."

Lions carefully looked at Andre's state and evaluated the safety factor: "The wooden stake can seal the full strength of the vampire. After seven days, the vampire nailed into the stake will become a real corpse. Even if it is pulled out, the weak The state will continue, and it can be recovered in three to four days. According to the above information, you do not have the strength to threaten my life now."

"still……"

Andre frowned, annoyed by Lioness' thinking eyes.The hunter may have been bitten by some vampire who researched mind poison, and his brain is not normal.

"Stakes in the heart do cause weakness, but my heart..."

"...Do you want to bite here?" Lyons lay prone in the coffin, with one arm resting on the right side of Andre's ear, and the other hand resting on the back of Andre's head, flesh and blood sticking to his hair, warm The wet touch made Andre's body stiff.

The hunter's hands were extremely strong, and the muscles exercising violently due to the battle radiated heat, filling the entire coffin.

His Adam's apple was pressed against Andre's cheek, and just a slight bite could pierce the hunter's artery and taste the sweet blood.

Lyons felt the cold body under him stiffen, and the fingertips holding his shoulders were so hard that they were about to pierce the flesh.

Showing its neck in front of a vampire who has committed an "addiction" is like cutting off raw meat in front of a hungry wolf.

No Kindred can resist this temptation.

"Looking for death." Andre murmured, with a disdainful tone but shortness of breath.His icy breath sprinkled on the skin of Lions' neck, and impatiently pierced his fangs into Lions' veins in order to calm down the chaotic instinct in his body.

The old castle was quiet, and the mass group wiped the dirt off their bodies in a corner. The minced meat and blood made it less likely to "bath" with their tongues.

On the high steps in the distance, a gorgeous coffin was opened. Inside the coffin was a hunter bent over and a vampire clinging to him.The sound of swallowing is like a crisp drumbeat, the slower it is, the more dull the desire//desire will be.

Andre only remembered who his prey was before the fangs pierced. He hadn't hunted for a long time, and the memory of getting food from the arteries was almost difficult to pull out of his mind.

The sense of control over life and death was neglected for a long time, and it burst out suddenly, making it difficult for Andre to control.

In fact, enough is enough, but I still want to drink another sip.Warm, fresh, sweet blood.This is what he needs, this is what he needs to do.

The fangs were reluctantly withdrawn from the blood vessels. Andre didn't lie, he really couldn't control the right amount of food, and the threat caused by the rapid flow of blood was very uncomfortable.

The blood race is a strange species that pursues romance and beauty.They will go to great lengths to turn a brutal killing into a sick show.Their saliva contains toxins, a kind of toxin that psychedelic people's nerves and made people lose their sense of pain.

And the first ability to train as a hunter is to resist this toxin.

They have to feel pain and fear all the time in order to ensure their own safety and sobriety.

"So far, if you drink any more, you'll overdose." Lyons felt the numbness of the neck muscles, which was bone-eating numbness, not painful, but a bit addictive.

Andre opened his eyes, the blood-red pupils could only reflect the hunter's short hair and hood.As if waking up, he reluctantly pulled out his fangs, and licked//licked the blood spilled from the rough action.

The possessiveness of the prey made Andre pay special attention to Lyons' neck. This was his prey, and the wounds other than him were provocations from other blood races.

That's why Andre was very dissatisfied with the shallow scratch under Lyons' Adam's apple. He climbed his finger on the prey's neck, and rubbed the cold fingertips on the wound until the blood scab fell off and there was no trace of it. He was not satisfied.

After doing all this, Andre temporarily got rid of his thirst for blood.He broke away from Lyons' palms that were pressing on the back of his head, not too pleased with the dirt on his hair.

Perhaps because he felt that there was too much difference between the disgust at this time and the "intimacy" just now, Andre pursed his lips, not sincerely saying: "Thank you for the hospitality."

The vampire, who finally had a proper meal, didn't seem to be in a good mood, but the massive blood loss made Lynes a little overwhelmed. He couldn't control these "little thoughts", so he just occupied the other half of the coffin without authorization, and leaned in the coffin with his eyes closed to rest.

The wound on his hanging right hand was grim, and there were two round blood holes on his neck.His face was as pale as a dead body.

"Mass." Andre pointed upstairs, then pointed to the rice bowl.

Juan Er, who had been neglected, finally got some attention. He crept into the warehouse in the attic with a "crash", and dragged out a water bag and several bags of dry food.

Waiting for the owner to rub his head and feed, the curly-eared tail wags leisurely, and squats outside the coffin, standing upright.

Immediately afterwards... its owner grabbed the water bag and poured it on the hunter's right hand.

"Hiss—revenge?" Lioness frowned and looked at Andre.

Andre took a clean cloth and wiped off the blood clot, and said, "Feeding rewards."

There were more than one wound on the palm of Lyons' palm, the scratches were of different depths, and some of them were interlaced, and the already rough palm was even less visible.

"Like self//// abuse?" Andre raised his right hand and looked at it carefully, really surprised at such an injury.

Lyons, who struggled to pull out the stake but was ridiculed, had no strength to argue with Andre, so he raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "When you find the silver dagger, the stake can be your heart."

Andre went through this sentence several times in his mind, and finally realized that these injuries were all caused by the curly dagger, and the purpose was to save him.

It seemed that the sentence just now was very incomprehensible and ungrateful. Andre raised his eyebrows, and buried his head to lick the several interlaced knife wounds.

The healing ability of the blood race can heal other people, which can be achieved through thought and physical contact.And saliva, obviously, is one of the best mediums.

But at the same time, the toxin in the saliva, like //// hallucinogenic potion, also entered Lyons' body through the wound.

The right hand is dominant, and injuries are troublesome.So Lions finally accepted this somewhat weird gift in return.

Lyons has never been in such close contact with a vampire. He is hunting and escaping from the vampires.The toxin didn't paralyze his nerves, but it made some lines of defense weak and some boundaries blurred.

Andre was familiar with the changes in human emotions.Mind reading makes the emotional loopholes of all blood races more sensitive, and they will reflexively capture the collapsed emotions and detect human beings.

Watching is an attractive entertainment activity, and the rarer the repertoire, the more cherished it is.

Andre carefully compared the possible performances and consequences of mind-reading Lyons, and came to the obvious conclusion.

It is abrupt and disrespectful to attack someone's weakness without authorization.Andre had always refused to do this kind of thing, but the vampire who had just been force-fed under the most resistant circumstances obviously wouldn't be too harsh on this bottom line.

"I've always hated being seen as uncontrollable and driven by appetite." Andre said softly.

Lyons, who had suffered severe blood loss, didn't understand at all. He only saw Andre leaning forward and whispering in his ear, "There are clear rewards and punishments. This is revenge."