My fish are all over the stars

The blood spouted too fast and flowed quickly to the ground. Tang Yin's food-protecting instinct made him half-kneel on the ground, catching the blood that was too late to drink with his face, dripping bright red blood sprinkled on his thick eyelashes, slightly On the parted lips and slender neck.

He stuck out his tongue greedily as if he was suffering from a fine nectar.

Youan looked at the scene in front of him at a loss as if petrified, only feeling that this scene had an indescribable meaning.

A drop of blood happened to fall on Tang Yin's left eye, and a rich blush bloomed. Tang Yin didn't blink, and looked at the pale-faced Lu Jue with undisguised obsession.

Even though Lu Jue knew that Tang Yin's feelings for him at this moment were only due to the attraction of blood, he couldn't help but want to do something for Tang Yin.

In Lu Jue's mind, he recalled the trick given to him by the tea art master, "Then you can wrap your arms around Sir's neck, and gently touch Sir's here, here, and here with your palm, and see how I touch it."

He stretched out his other uninjured hand, and stroked the back of Tang Yin's neck with his somewhat rough fingertips. Tang Yin lowered his head in enjoyment, his fangs pierced the bloody wound, and the sweet and warm blood poured into his throat Tang Yin couldn't help but want to snatch more, he put his lips on Lu Jue's wrist like a plunder, and his eyes were fascinated.

After drinking a few mouthfuls of blood, Tang Yin reluctantly stopped.

The wound on Lu Jue's wrist needs to be treated in time. Tang Yin saw the fabric that Lu Jue tore from his clothes before, and he simply bandaged the wound for Lu Jue.

Tang Yin didn't waste the blood left on his palm either. He sucked every joint of Lu Jue's hand, and the tip of his tongue slid along the fingers to the palm... Lu Jue's hand suddenly went limp.

The hand he was stroking the back of Tang Yin's neck unconsciously exerted a little force, and the other hand stretched open his bright red lips. Tang Yin ate with relish, and scarlet blood flowed down the corners of his lips.

Lu Jue looked away as if he was electrocuted. He tried his best to suppress his shortness of breath. At this moment, Lu Jue didn't realize what Tang Yin, who was intoxicated and sucking his blood, was looking at——

Tang concealed Lu Jue's blood-stained fingertips, raised his beautiful eyes, the red pupils sparkled with excitement, and stared straight at Youan's injured palm.

He slowly stuck out his tongue, like a sneaky cat licking his lips.

Youan's fingertips trembled, as if it was his wound that was being licked.

There was the sound of water stains in the silent room, the sound of licking fingers, You An suddenly felt that this sound from Tang Yin's mouth could touch his heart more than any song.

The left eye dripped with blood was like a blood-wrapped agate, staring at Youan without blinking, like a predator locking its prey. He blinked gracefully and recklessly at the stunned Youan, with blood and tears dripping from the end of his eye, from This pretty perfect face meanders down.

You An stared blankly at Tang Yin, and it was the first time he found that the blood-sucking appearance exuded an amazing allure, which made him unable to look away at all.

As soon as this idea came up, Youan took a step back in shock, and the legs that turned into fishtails had the urge to recover.

Mermaids use prototypes when they mate.

In the water, they can give full play to their advantages.

The scarlet tongue was playing with his fingers recklessly, but Youan felt that strands of numbness penetrated into every hidden scale of him, he backed away in a panic, and fled from the castle without even thinking about saying goodbye. Blood dripped to the ground.

Tang Yin: "?"

What are you running?The rice is spilled!

Although he ate the rice in the bowl, Tang Yin couldn't be happy at all when he saw the pot running away and spilling the rice all over the floor.

He stared at the few drops of blue blood on the ground, what joke?Could it be that his majestic blood prince would eat food on the ground that exceeds the three-second rule? !

"What are you doing!"

Lu Jue, who squatted on the ground to wipe off the blood drops, said calmly, "Do housework."

Tang Yin squatted on the ground pitifully, and whispered to Lu Jue: "You are not a servant, so there is no need to do these things yourself."

Lu Jue crumpled the handkerchief stained with blue blood and stuffed it in his pocket, before he said to Tang Yin, "I am your spear and shield. There is filth under your feet, and I must clean it up for you."

There is nothing wrong with this sentence, it is even very reasonable, and it is very in line with the rules. Tang Yin can hardly refute, but he really wants to ask Lu Jue which handkerchief he wants to bring. Of course, he is a dignified blood prince who will definitely not make a handkerchief to make tea. , he just wanted to smell...well, yes, he just wanted to smell.

Just when Tang Yin was thinking about what excuse he should use to get this handkerchief, he heard Lu Jue ask abruptly: "Did everyone else have this kind of rose that your lord gave me, or did you give it to me alone?"

Tang Yin recalled the roses he sent out over the years. The time-limited items required for the establishment of spells were very strict. He only found that this kind of roses can be used so far. Isn't it reasonable to give a few more people for self-protection? !

yes!Totally reasonable!

Seeing Lu Jue's blood-losing pale face, Tang Yin coughed, stood up and said to himself, "It's a bit thick after drinking too much blood, I'm going to make a cup of tea."

The butler immediately asked, "What kind of blood tea do you want, sir?"

"Mermaid's blood." Tang Yin continued to say, "Play a few more songs by You An."

As he spoke, Tang Yin turned on his optical brain, logged into the tuba, and replied to You An: 【You left in a hurry, I have a chance to think about listening to your song. 】

Tie up Euan when you get a chance.

Putting away the optical brain, Tang Yin gave Lu Jue a small bottle of life essence, let Lu Jue heal his wounds, and went to his bedroom after packing up.

The housekeeper handed Tang Yin blood tea, and You An's ethereal singing sounded in the bedroom. Tang Yin took a sip of tea comfortably, closing his eyes and fantasizing about the taste of You An's blood.

When Lu Jue entered the door, he saw the blood prince taking off his coat and wearing a snow-white shirt being massaged by the butler.

Tang Yin was lying on the bed, face down, her thick black hair pushed aside, revealing her slender neck, on the back of her neck was Lu Jue's fingerprint.

The bodies of undead creatures are usually stiff and thick-skinned, but Tang Yin is an exception.

The butler rubbed the essential oil on the back of Tang Yin's neck in pain. When he saw Lu Jue appearing, the butler couldn't help but glared at Lu Jue viciously, and then skillfully beat Tang Yin's shoulders and back.

"You're here." Tang Yin turned over, propped his head on one hand, his black hair was winding down, leaning on his face and shoulders, he hooked his fingers at Lu Jue, as if he was greeting some kind of kitten puppy come here.

Lu Jue walked to Tang Yin's bed and saw Tang Yin in a good mood and asked: "The blood contract requires me to imprint ten marks on you in total. This time I will imprint the first one first. Where do you want me to imprint?"

The butler paused for a massage.

Lu Jue was silent.

When he was at Hestia Castle, he asked the blood eaters about the topic of the branding of the blood contract, and the blood eaters also popularized the importance of branding with him.

In the eyes of the blood race, the brand mark is a sign of sovereignty, and it is a stimulus to add to the fun. The brand has no effect in different places. The biggest impact may be that the blood race wants to bite on the blood food brand.

For example, some blood clans like to be latecomers, so they will put their seal on Xueshi's waist.

The reason why Lu Jue was silent at the moment was because he remembered the tiger-wolf words he had heard, such as hitting on the mouth.

"Hand." Lu Jue stretched out the hand that he had just cut his wrist. He just went to treat the wound and used the life essence Tang Yin gave him.

"Your Excellency, please stamp my original wound."

He didn't want to be forgotten so simply and easily.

Tang Yin took out the exquisite and compact seal, and he needed to force out his own life essence before stamping it.

He unbuttoned the three buttons of his shirt with one hand, and his pitch-black nails became sharp and long. Tang Yin looked down at his nails and thought they were ugly.

He used this ugly hand to reach out to his left chest, the sharp nails penetrated into the skin, passed through the ribs, and stabbed at the heart that would not beat.

He was asked by many people, "Tang Yin, are you heartless?"

——“How could I have no heart?”

The expressions of those people were different, and there were emotions in their eyes that he couldn't understand.

The sharp nails hooked out a drop of the source of life from the heart. Tang Yin pulled out his hand and looked at the red-gold blood drop on his fingertips. His dead heart felt continuous pain from this forceful extraction.

When this drop of life source appeared, the butler uncontrollably protruded his fangs, blushed on his face, his Adam's apple kept shaking, and his whole face tended to distort, as if he was about to pounce on Tang Yin in the next second— —

He did pounce on Tang Yin!

At this moment, in his world, he has forgotten the dignity and the difference in strength. He doesn't have the elegance of any upper blood race, and he is worse than a mad dog on the roadside.

The huge black shadow engulfed the irrational butler, like a huge hand catching a small insect that fell into the net.

The butler struggled desperately, his throat kept roaring like a beast, and huge wings spread from behind him, symbolizing his status as a viscount.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get close to the vampire on the bed.

Tang Yin closed his eyes and smelled the source of his life. The blood race does not have an appetite for his own blood, he can only smell the pure blood.

It disinterested him.

The roaring in his ears was annoying, Tang Yin covered the butler's mouth, opened his eyes and looked at the maddened butler, and suddenly said: "The blood race is really an ugly-looking race."

Lu Jue froze for a moment, suspecting that he had an auditory hallucination.

But Tang Yin didn't say anything else after finishing this sentence. He casually wiped the source of life on his fingertips on the seal, then took Lu Jue's hand, and pressed the seal firmly on the center of Lu Jue's wrist.

A sting like fire burns here.

Thin sweat broke out on Lu Jue's forehead.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Yin put away the seal and said calmly: "The contract is established, you are mine now."

A tattoo-like pattern appeared on that wrist——

It was a little rose.

red gold.