When the blood race wears Omega

Before dawn, Jin Xingzhi was forced to wake up by the alarm clock he set.

He quickly picked up his mobile phone and turned off the alarm, glanced at his side, and found that Yin Ran hadn't been woken up, so he was relieved.

Although he had already tried to save his energy in the variety show yesterday, he couldn't do it in an unprofessional way. When he returned to the apartment after the recording, he was already very tired.

In addition, he and Yin Ran have been tossing until the early morning, and their physical strength has indeed been exhausted to the limit.

He propped up his tired body, ready to tidy up the mess left by last night in advance.

The bed was covered with bloodstains, like paint that had been knocked over wantonly, messily staining the snow-white sheets red.

Yin Ran lay among the thick colors, breathing quietly.

Dry tears hung from the corners of Yin Ran's eyes, thinly covering his mole, suppressing his usual bewitching temperament, making him a little pitiful.

The horns were half-hidden on him, and every inch of trace was accusing him of his crazy actions last night.

Especially the slightly torn marks on the back of Yin Ran's neck made Jin Xingzhi's heart choked.

Although he doesn't have any experience in sexual matters, it seems a bit too much for a mark to be made like this.

In the air, Yin Ran's pheromone was still floating gently, and the fluctuations were as calm as sleeping.

He vaguely felt that Yinran's pheromone smell seemed to be stronger, and people could tell that it was the sweet aroma of wine without getting close. He wondered if it was a sign that his glands were improving.

Jin Xingzhi stretched out his hand involuntarily, approaching the owner of the pheromone.

Yin Ran's eyelashes trembled slightly in his sleep, and the corners of his eyes were also pressed down at a slight angle. This demeanor reminded Jin Xingzhi of the time Yin Ranhong answered that he liked him last night.

His heart trembled, and he retracted his hand restrainedly.

He was soberly aware that what was said in bed should not be taken seriously, and he also understood what kind of relationship he and Yin Ran should maintain in the past three months.

Even so, Jin Xingzhi still couldn't control his heartbeat that accelerated due to the emergence of memories.

He twisted the back of his hand hard, leaving a bright red spot on the back of his hand in an instant.

He paused with his fingers, and moved his eyes to his arms.

More than a dozen wounds all over his body had long since disappeared, as if Yin Ran had never bit him.

Could it be...Did Yin Ran get up and lick his wound during the hour when he fell asleep?

Jin Xingzhi's heart clicked, and he quickly suppressed his wild thoughts and warned himself to stop here.

At this moment, Yin Ran grabbed the bed sheet, and her trembling suddenly increased.

Jin Xingzhi leaned over, just grabbed his hand, a tinnitus pierced through his eardrums.He was fuzzy and saw the part of Yin Ran's missing memory.

"Allow taboos, allow you to be flawless—"

The dull voice fell in Yin Ran's ears, and each word was like a knife's edge on his eardrum.

Yin Ran raised his eyes, and a figure in a black cloak appeared in his vague and narrow field of vision.

The figure was familiar but strange, so he couldn't remember it for a while.

Abnormally, Yin Ran couldn't exert any strength in his body. He was fixed on the silver-black cross by dozens of tough silver threads.

A very small hole was dug in the middle of the pitch-black roof, and the sunlight squeezed in from outside just hit his chest directly.

There were people around who were constantly chanting something in a low voice, and the voice wrapped around his ears and began to amplify continuously.

Then, a strong burning sensation overflowed from his heart, eroding the flesh that burned him, as if to swallow him up.

The stagnant blood around him began to flow, and the silver thread tightened, cutting open his wrist like a sharp blade.The blood gurgled down, soaked into the soil, and traced the patterns under his feet.

The person in the black cloak walked around the strong light and approached slowly.

Yin Ran's eyes gradually focused, and finally saw her face clearly.

"Mother..." Yin Ran called out in a whisper.

"Yin Ran," the woman stared at him, "remember what you promised me?"

Yin Ran opened his lips weakly: "Use the forbidden technique at any cost, even if..."

The woman seemed to think that he spoke too slowly, and took over: "Even if you become a monster with no negative emotions and no sense of slaughter, you still have to avenge everyone, right?"

Yin Ran raised his eyes with difficulty, and only opened his mouth for the word "yes", and he was stabbed in the center of the mouth.

Although his heart never beat, it was still the most vulnerable and most pain-sensitive part of his body.

The woman pulled out the knife expressionlessly, and the bright red and cold blood splashed, half splashed on her pitch-black cloak, and the other half splashed on the lower half of her face.

The blood was filled, and the fragile wound was exposed to the sun, quickly ushering in a second injury.

After a while, the wound healed on its own, and the heart was as good as ever.Only the bloodstains on the cloth that had been destroyed by the blade still remembered the injuries he had suffered.

Yin Ran hadn't slowed down yet, another knife was stabbed again without stopping.

After each cut, the healing speed of his wound will be accelerated.

A stream of blood overflowed from the corner of Yin Ran's mouth, and the blood slid and fell along the corner of his mouth, being greedily swallowed by the blood array under his feet.

For a full twelve times, Yin Ran didn't say a word.

It was his choice to be willing to sacrifice his life to use the forbidden technique, no matter what the result was, he would have no complaints.

Besides, no one cared about his feelings at all.

When the last wound healed, Yin Ran's strength finally returned.

He clenched his hands into fists, with blue veins protruding from his arms and winding all the way to his neck.Dozens of silver threads broke neatly, shattered together with the cross, and collapsed in all directions.

The woman backed away in fright, and the hat that had been half covering her face fell off.

Yin Ran glanced at the blood remaining on her wrist, and licked it indifferently.

Those blackened wounds healed quickly, but it was as if part of his soul had been taken away, and his entire body was extremely empty because of this lack.

He quietly raised his hand to catch the ray of sunlight falling from the dome, and rubbed the temperature of his fingertips.

Everyone was motionless, not even daring to roll their eyes.

No one knew what was standing in front of them.

After a long time, the woman tentatively asked, "Who am I?"

Yin Ran glanced over, her voice was as cold as if she had just thawed out of the ice: "Mother."

The woman took a small step forward: "Then do you remember what you are going to do?"

Yin Ran didn't speak, and continued to play with the sunshine that ordinary vampires daunted.

"Mother treats you like this, are you sad? Do you hate me?"

"Sad..." Yin Ran put his hands on the flowers on the edge of the rock wall, and the fresh flowers dried up in an instant and shattered into pieces in his hands, "What is that?"

After the severe pain, Jin Xingzhi suddenly opened his eyes, just in time to meet Yin Ran's eyes.

The fundus of his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of blood-colored ice, hiding a gray and indifferent killing intent, as if he would break his neck if he looked at it too much.

That kind of eyes overlapped with Yin Ran's eyes in the picture he saw just now, making Jin Xingzhi's heart ache like being gouged out.

He completely forgot the self-warning words when he just woke up, kissed Yin Ran's forehead, and held her tightly in his arms.

"It's okay, it's over, no one can treat you like that again."

Jin Xingzhi comforted and caressed carelessly, as if he wanted to rub all his tenderness into Yin Ran's body.

That nightmarish memory was so long that it made Yin Ran feel that hundreds of years had passed.

A long-lost warmth slowly surrounded him, pulling him back from the ice cave step by step.

He thought of the years when the blood stained on his hands had never been dried due to killing. At that time, he was like a killing machine, unable to give birth to any compassion.

No one cared about him, and no one stood by him.

The pain and pressure brought up by the memories poked deep in his heart, making him feel as if he was being choked.

"No, I'll be with you from now on."

Jin Xingzhi's words fell softly in Yin Ran's ears, like a good medicine for the disease, warming Yin Ran's chest.

The sourness in his nose forced tears to well up in the corners of Yin Ran's eyes, and he bit Jin Xingzhi's shoulder effortlessly, venting the unbearable bitterness.

He didn't know how hard he used to bite himself, until the smell of blood escaped from his lips and teeth, he suddenly woke up.

As soon as he had the tendency to retreat, he was pulled back into his arms by Jin Xingzhi.

Jin Xingzhi smiled wryly, and said in a gentle voice, "You bite people when you get up, even if it's mobile rations, you don't eat like this."

Yin Ran swallowed dryly, and his eyes fell on the clear tooth marks.

The color of blood confused his emotions, making his spring-like tongue sluggish.

Jin Xingzhi waited until he sensed that Yin Ran had calmed down before pulling him away from his arms.

Jin Xingzhi sat up and wanted to pick up Yin Ran to take a bath first, but when he pulled the corner of the quilt, he found that there were dozens of overlapping scars on the back of his thigh.On the wound, the dried blood congealed into a scab, which was extremely hideous.

That's obviously not what he did.

Recalling last night, Jin Xingzhi seemed to have indeed seen Yin Ran stretch his hand behind him when he was biting him several times.

He thought it was Yin Ran trying to relieve himself, but he didn't expect that he would scratch himself in exchange for sobriety.It turned out that this was the reason why Yin Ran was much more restrained than before when he sucked blood a dozen times later.

Jin Xingzhi raised his hand, hanging above the wound: "Why..."

Yin Ran casually covered the wound with a quilt and stood up from the bed.

"There are many kinds of blood contracts, and this one is especially difficult to make. A total of 20 bites and withdrawals require excellent mental strength from the contracter. When the last bite overlaps with the first bite, all the blood on the bonded person The wounds will heal. Once this kind of blood bond is formed, unless the person who makes the bond dies, it will be inseparable for life."

As he said that, Yin Ran came over and pressed his fingers on the place where the blood contract mark was on Jin Xingzhi's neck.

"Jin Xingzhi, don't try to get rid of me."