Vampire Fang

In my heart, the desire to become stronger is getting stronger and stronger.He looked at Midlo, saw Midlo looking back at him, and for the first time he did not miss the intersection of Midlo's eyes.

Riko stretched out his arms and hugged Midlo, who was standing in front of him, "Father." Riko said softly, leaning on his shoulder, "What am I?"

Midlo didn't answer this question, he didn't seem to know how to answer it, in fact Rick didn't want Midlo to give an answer, he just didn't understand.

Midlo stroked Rick's back back and forth, such tender movements, really like a father, the mirror not far away can see Midlo's profile, he is hugging his profile.For a moment such a sight made Rico mistakenly think they were one, but the thought was just a flash in his mind.

There are too many barriers and shackles between him and Midro, not counting Solo and his wife, just the knot in Rick's heart can make the distance between him and Midro as far as the ends of the earth.

Clenching the clothes on Midlo, Rico approached Midlo's neck, he wanted his father's blood, he knew it would make him stronger, but would his father hurt him?Even if only half of them are vampires, he knows that vampires are always afraid of being sucked by others. The more powerful a vampire is, the more unwilling it is to be sucked.

Rico knew how dangerous it was, but just like the previous few times, his body seemed out of his control, and he approached Midlo's neck by himself, and the powerful blood seduced him.

But Rico couldn't resist this temptation, the sharp fangs pierced the skin on Midlo's neck and pierced into the blood vessels, Midlo didn't push Rico away.Rico knew that his father had acquiesced in his behavior, so he became even more unscrupulous, hugging Midlo's body tightly with both arms, like a cheetah desperately protecting its food.

In the end, Ricko was picked up by Midroy by the back of his neck.It was at this time that Rick noticed that Midlo's face became a little pale, probably because he had lost too much blood, but for his father, this should be just a trivial matter, probably.

Midlo stood up against the wall, and pressed his arms on Rick's shoulders. Although Midlo looked a little weak at the moment, the strength of his hands did not decrease. Rick was pressed by him like this, and his calf Reflexively bent down, almost fell.

It can be said that Rico lay down on the bed half-forced by Midlo.

He looked at Midlo in puzzlement, what is father going to do?

Rico felt that lying on the bed like this was too passive, so he tried to get up from the bed, but Midoro, who was standing by the bed, would not allow him to do so.Every time Rico sat up, he pushed him down again and again.

Riko finally couldn't stand it and rolled to the other side of the bed. Finally, this time, he sat up from the bed as he wished, and Midro couldn't press him on the bed again because of the distance, "What are you doing? !" Rico frowned and looked at Midlo.

Could this be a punishment for sucking his blood just now? If so, this punishment is too light and childish.

Rick was too careless, he forgot that he was locked in the dungeon by Midlo not long ago, he secretly hated himself for not having a long memory, and the guy in front of him was beyond his ability to collide.

Thinking about it this way, he felt scared. At this time, he more or less understood Qing Yan's feelings when he chose Ma Yang to face Midoro, because he was too weak.

Rick crawled up to Midlo from the other side of the bed, and hugged his waist like a child, "I'm sorry." Rick said.

Perhaps Midlo also knew that what made him say this was his fear of him.

Midlo sat on the bed in this posture hugged by Rick, and his palm was pressed on the back of Rick's head, looking like a gentle lover.

At this moment, Midlo made a decision, maybe he should clean up the redundant things in the castle, he can't disturb Qing Yu's feelings with those irrelevant things.

"Xiao Ke." This is the first time Midro called Rick that way, and he remembered that Wang Yuan called him that too, but now Wang Yuan is no longer Wang Yuan, but the half-dead Sai. Who else would not regard him as Qingyan.

Maybe there are, Mrs. Suomo and the others only think that they are Rico, but they treat him with such an attitude, because in their eyes his existence is a mistake, could it be said that as Rico he is completely Is there no merit?

Rui is the kind of vampire who will keep thinking about something. For him, even a small thing can be a sign of the sky falling. Maybe Qingyu is like him in this point, so he keeps staring at him. Own pain, ignoring Midroy's love.

At this time, I thought of Qing Xing again, thinking that Qing Xing was really not a good ending, maybe, in Midlo's eyes, he was Qing Xing, because he and Qing Xing were so similar, although only in appearance.However, Rico himself knows that there is too much difference between him and Qingyan, so let's start with the point that he is a pure-race vampire, and he is a nondescript thing born of a vampire and a human being. I really don’t know what Midlo thinks, has he forgotten how Qing Yan killed Bei Luo’s child?

Because of Midoro's large amount of blood, the wound on his hand is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"En." After thinking a lot, Rico responded.

"Don't be afraid," Midlo said.

do not be afraid?What are you afraid of?Rico didn't understand the meaning of Midlo's words, and he didn't even know that it was Rico's name instead of Qingyu's.

I will let you disappear without pain, this is what Midlo did not say.

There is night in the Demon Realm, but there are no stars.

Rico slept peacefully on the bed, and Midroy let him fall asleep. He missed Qing Yan so much that he almost developed feelings for Rico. It was obvious that they were two souls, and Midroy always knew this. You can't fool Rico, let alone yourself.What he needs is Qingyu instead of Rico, he also knows this clearly, but why does he feel so uncomfortable in his heart?

Rico's slightly long black hair was sprinkled on the white pillow. His face was a little rosy, and he was much more energetic than usual. This was the reason why he sucked his blood. This face was obviously green. No matter how you look at it, such a face is not suitable for another soul.

Seeing this face, Midro couldn't help kissing it. He knew that at this moment, what he longed for was Qingyan, not Rico.