My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

There is a small nick in the hand, which was accidentally scratched by the tip of a branch just now.

There wasn't much blood, so Troy simply bandaged it up.

The white gauze was put on the finger, and a small amount of red liquid soaked out, but the seepage stopped soon, and the blood should have stopped.

Troy leaned against the big tree, holding Xiao Nuo's box in his arms.

Gently stroked it, as if stroking the boy's head inside, "Good night, Xiao Nuo."

His voice was calm and gentle, as if nothing in the box had ever happened.

But Troy himself knew that he couldn't really pretend that nothing happened, but he just had to ignore it deliberately.

The second after the boy finished speaking, a soft and soft voice came, responding: "...Good night, Brother Troy."

There is a magic barrier set up around the big tree, and the elf leans on Troy's shoulder, sleeping soundly.

The boy took out the tent from the space and set it up, lay down in it, and covered it with a blanket casually.

The bonfire was burning, dyeing this quiet world with a little gleam.

All is quiet.

The night wind shuttled through the forest, causing the bonfire to flicker. It seemed that there was no danger in the first half of the night, and the barrier existed here safely.

But if you are outside alone, you have to be vigilant at all times.

Troy seldom fell asleep in the wild. He usually slept lightly, and any movement could wake the boy up instantly.

So in the second half of the night, as if the sound of some kind of bird flapping its wings and passing by the young man sounded, Troy opened his eyes suddenly, there was no trace of sleepiness in his pupils, and he was very awake.

He moved his hand to the long sword beside him, his eyes turned slightly, and when he caught sight of a slender figure outside the tent, his pupils suddenly became stern, and he directly grasped the hilt of the sword and slashed at the man's neck fiercely!

"Tear--!"

The tent shattered, and the people outside avoided the oncoming long sword sideways. Some crow feathers on the neckline brushed Troy's cheeks, and there was a faint itchiness.

The somewhat intoxicating scent of flowers lingered around the tip of his nose. The blond boy was slightly startled, and turned his head to meet the pair of blood-red vertical pupils that he hadn't seen for a long time. His face was dyed with extreme charm.

— Hillih.

Troy was shocked!

The vampire who was injured by him last time!

"Why are you here?!"

The barrier around Mingming Kingdom has been strengthened, it is impossible for vampires to come in!

Surprised that this guy could sneak in, Troy frowned and said, "Humans don't welcome vampires, you should know this, sir."

Sirih smiled slightly, and the man squinted his eyes slightly when he smiled, exuding a dangerous breath, his cold thin lips moved slightly, and said to Troy: "I miss Mr. Xiao so much, but you are so indifferent, really break my heart."

The voice of the words fell, and in the blink of an eye, Troy was astonished to find that Sirih had appeared behind him!

The man's black-gloved hand grabbed his neck directly from behind, and the other hand hugged him tightly from the waist, his thin lips pressed against the boy's ear, and the cold breath of a vampire sprinkled on his shoulder like this, with There was a faint chill, causing people to feel a little bit of trembling in their bodies.

Without the slightest hesitation, Troy held the sword in his backhand and stabbed fiercely at Sirih!

But he was still easily stopped by the man!

At this time——Troy once again deeply realized how terrifying a prince-level vampire really is.

Whether it's speed, strength, or elemental magic, it's not something I can fight against now.

He successfully fought back against this guy with a little bit of cleverness before, but in the face of absolute strength, those little clevernesses are completely useless!

There is no more holy water in the magic space, and I forgot to bring some more when I set off this time, so it is completely impossible to win the vampire head-on.

Gotta figure it out, think about—

"Dear little Mr. Troy."

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the vampire, the icy breath echoed in his ears, with the man's deep magnetic voice, a kind of provocative and bewitching——

"The dagger pierced directly into my heart last time. I almost died in your hands."

Troy raised his eyebrows slightly, and the vampire's hand on the neck didn't exert much force, so the boy could breathe and talk, and he said with a faint smile: "That's really a pity, Mr. Hirih, to see you again, thank you To me, it’s actually more of a pity.”

The man was not angered by the stinging words of the baby boy, but chuckled lightly, and said, "Really? Well, Mr. Xiao, even if you never thought about seeing me again, I miss you day and night. "

After he finished speaking, his eyes darkened slightly, and his burning eyes fell on the young man's fair neck, where blue blood vessels were faintly visible, and the skin could be broken by blowing bullets, as if it was a delicious delicacy, exuding an extremely tempting taste.

The vampire's fangs were itching faintly, as if he couldn't help but let the fangs pierce the boy's skin in the next second, leaving marks that belonged only to him.

"You are so delicious." A hoarse voice whispered in Troy's ear, "It's so fragrant that I want to bite it right away, but I'm extremely reluctant."

Troy: "..."

Troy: "Sir, don't bite."

He suddenly raised his foot and stepped on Hirih's foot hard. The man behind him felt pain, and the hand holding Troy was a little loose, so the boy took this opportunity to turn around and break free from the man's shackles. The blocked sword cut Hirih's Gloves, directly into his chest!

Blood trickled down the man's clothes.

However, the vampire showed no anger.

He looked at Troy with a smile in his eyes, like a doting master watching his playful kitten.

This look made the young man very uncomfortable.

After having the idea of ​​keeping a certain distance from the same sex, even a little bit of cross-border behavior may arouse the disgust and resentment of the teenager.

Especially when the other party is a race like vampires without any ethical concepts.

Regardless of men and women, regardless of whether they are related by blood or not, they can have a passion anytime, anywhere.

Troy didn't like the prey-like eyes of Sirih. If he could, he really wanted to gouge out this guy's eyes with a knife.

Sirih chuckled and wiped off the blood from his lips, then gripped the sharp blade of the long sword tightly, and pulled it out from his chest forcefully.

The movements were crisp and sharp, as if no pain was felt.

The shining blood-red vertical pupils reflected Troy's vigilant little face by the moonlight.

He didn't seem to have any intention of continuing the attack.

The sword left the man's chest. Since it was not made of silver and was not painted with holy water, the wound on Sirih's chest immediately began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Troy couldn't figure out what this guy wanted to do. If he really wanted to suck his own blood, in fact, when he got stuck in his neck just now, he already had a great advantage, so he could just bite it off. Those useless words.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the same is true for the first three encounters.

For the first time, pretending to be an ordinary person, he didn't do anything, just to let himself lead him into Tsmikan.

The second time in the desert of the light elemental elves, I still didn't bite directly.

The third time I met him in the forest, he didn't really look like he could do anything. Rather than harm, the vampire Shilih seemed to want to say something to himself intentionally or unintentionally.