[Pivot Zero] Forgotten Secret

Chapter 2

I hate Holy Chocolate Day and I hate chocolate.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that there are not many things I like.

For example, the puppet bear that was soaked in the blood of his parents at the end, for example, the strand of silver hair who doesn’t know where he is, for example, for the gentle doctor in the school’s health room, for example, for the intact eyes of Master Yegai, for example...

Such as Yuki.

The one and only Yuuki I could hold, the undamaged one.

It's just that the cooking skills are really bad.

With a towel on his head, when he was lazily walking towards the bathroom, he heard the girl's angry screams from the kitchen.

It's nice to look energetic.

After closing the bathroom door and splashing cold water on my face, I felt a tight thirst in my throat. It was a feeling that no amount of cold water from the faucet could relieve. What my body longed for was not this simple feeling. Liquid, chemically structured as Hydrogen Dioxyone, the simplest and most important building block of the human body.

It's useless for a body like mine who knows what kind of species it is.

So which chemical elements are in the blood that vampires desire, the hemoglobin in the bright red liquid?What are the different combinations of carbon, hydrogen and oxygen molecules when the protein is decomposed?

I gave in to myself.

Obviously the body is extremely uncomfortable, but these strange things are still turning in the mind.

Can human science explain all of this?Can vampire research solve this thing?

A box of blood effervescent tablets, those concentrated hematopoietic stem cells.It is said that it is a tablet, and the production process is also inexplicably bloody.Just an acceptable whitewash for feeding those vampires.

It didn't work for me anyway.

Rinse a piece and pour it into your mouth. Even if it doesn't pass through the taste buds of your tongue, it still causes unstoppable nausea in your stomach. You vomit on the sink, and you have to spit out the last drop before you finish it.

And let no one live.

Thanks to Fei Yingxian, how long can this monster's body last?

How long can I last, mother?

After being bitten by that woman's fangs, after four years, all the subtle changes have been tolerated. Recently, the changes have intensified like an exponential explosion, and the sound of the strings of reason being tightened can be heard almost every day .

The way to alleviate it is either there is no, or it is unwilling to do it.

Leaning against the cold washstand to catch my breath, give myself a quick wash, equip myself with a face that no strangers should approach, and keep order on the hapless Holy Chocolate Day.

Don't bother me at night, okay?

Facing the twittering of a group of little girls, my head is getting dizzy.

Yuuki was blowing the whistle trying to maintain order, while I continued to release air-conditioning from the side.

Well, her effect is not as good as my air conditioner.

The lamb made love to the wolves, and the mouse gave candy to the cat.

Although cute, this danger is like black humor.

And, Yuuki, can you stop ignoring yourself because you're so concerned with keeping stupid girls safe that they don't know?

Looking at the chocolate she dropped on the floor before giving it away, I sighed for her.

After a whole night of tossing, the production was unsuccessful, and the finished product that I hurried outside to buy as soon as the door opened in the morning couldn’t be delivered, would you be sad?

So I picked up the small box, aimed at Jiu Lanshu's head and threw it.

He reached out and caught it beautifully.

"Senior Jiulan, something is missing." I added without sincerity.

Yuuki blushed on one side.

So cute.

Yuuki, look, your hero has caught your chocolate, are you satisfied?

He'll eat it, or I'll put a gun on him and make him eat it.

That night, near dawn, in a room in the old dormitory of the Night Department.

Feeling the force of the impact of the person on his body, he held back and didn't make a sound, but tightened his arms, and grabbed his sweaty back with his short nails.

He felt a licking sensation coming from his neck, and there was a faint rubbing of the sharp tips of his fangs.

I quickly took out the gun hidden under the pillow and aimed it at his temple.

"If you dare to bite down, don't blame me for being rude."

His posture remained unchanged, and he smiled softly in my ear, but withdrew his fangs.

"It's so ruthless, Mr. Zhui Sheng, is this something that can be said in bed." He smiled and panted lightly.

I kicked him off.

Either there is no way to reduce blood thirst, or I am not willing to use it.

Pure bloods are truly amazing monsters.

After getting dressed, before leaving, I asked him, "How does Yuuki's chocolate taste?"

He laughed and didn't speak.

"Don't make her sad, senior Jiulan." I said.

"I'll give you this sentence as well." Jiu Lanshu replied.

The author has something to say:

Come on, tell me: damn it!What the hell?How could this product be a cone-shaped zero!

The brain hole is too big, who made Zhui Shengjun look like that when he was thirsty for blood (roll)