After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

When Oz drank the glass of wine and accidentally broke the glass, Osamu Dazai was thinking about something.

Hearing the movement beside him, he just glanced in that direction subconsciously, and immediately caught those bright red eyes.

No, maybe it's more appropriate to describe it as being captured.

I don't know if it's an illusion or something else, but under Lupin's light, Ozzy's red eyes seem to be shimmering.

There was no emotion in the half-closed eyes, and Ozzy looked at Dazai's direction without moving, his eyes were full of strange art light, like holy water in red crystal, charming and solemn.

And Dazai soon realized that those eyes were not actually looking at him, but just looking at the string of wind chimes behind him.

Faint dissatisfaction emerged from his heart, and Dazai tilted his head slightly, easily blocking Ozzy's sight.

Ozzy, whose sight was blocked, was stunned, alcohol filled his brain, and the sweet smell really made him hard to guard against.

It is all because of Ozzy's unclear understanding of himself that he has fallen into this unconscious state.

Anyway, just drunk.

The human cub tied himself up like a werewolf with bandages, and showed his pure white neck in front of him.

Ozzy smiled lightly. Holding the bar, he staggered and came to the cub who likes to make trouble.

Then he hooked the wine glass in front of the cub with his index finger.

"Hmm..." After taking a sip of Dazai's wine, Oz pursed his lips and frowned. It was much more spicy than the one he just drank, and made his head dizzy, "It's not good."

Dazai was not a person who would chat with unfamiliar people, but maybe because of the special feeling those eyes gave him, he didn't feel offended after being robbed of the good wine.He just stared at the pair of rubies, then leaned on the bar with his chin in his hands.

"What do you think is good to drink? Angel tears?"

"No," Ozzy's brain was falling into a more chaotic state every second, but this did not affect his understanding of the question, "The best drink?"

Ozzy's eyes moved down, into Dazai Osamu's collar.

The fingers he had just removed from the wine glass were still slightly cool, and the moment they touched Osamu Dazai's neck, he clearly felt the twitching of his fingertips.

Osamu Dazai frowned slightly, as if he wanted to get rid of this state.

And what about Oz?

Oz approached him, and there was a breathy voice in his throat: "Let me tell you what is the best drink, okay?"

later?

Dazai then lost consciousness.

Just like a poor man bewitched by a demon, the only moment of sobriety is the moment when a icy coldness passes through his throat.

Under the moonlight, the white boy's eyes were hazy, and the bandages were carefully removed by the people around him. He was forced to raise his neck, and his fingers weakly grasped the long hair close to his ear.

Until that cold touch turned into something warm and sweet.

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Standing in the sun, inexplicably recalling what happened last night, Osamu Dazai touched his neck subconsciously, and then found that the guy standing opposite him looked away from him rather strangely.

Dazai: "?"

He never thought that he would have other relationships with strangers, and his body was not abnormal after waking up. It was obvious that this man named Ozzy had misunderstood something.

Dazai was not kind enough to explain the misunderstanding, so he stood still, wanting to hear what Ozzy thought.

"Sorry." Ozzy lowered his head, and guilt swept over his chest again.

He carefully looked at Dazai's expression, but after seeing the wet red at the corner of Dazai's mouth, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling.

He was about to move and wanted to wipe the mouth of the cub that had just finished eating, but it was a pity that he just moved his hand slightly, and he saw that Dazai's whole person's vigilance level had risen to another level.

Dazai is obviously not a character that people can get close to at will.

Ozzy pursed his lips in frustration, those red eyes lost the allure of yesterday. Seen in the sunlight, they made Ozzy look more like a rabbit abandoned by his master.

"Here," Oz pointed at the corner of his mouth, "there's some blood that hasn't been wiped clean."

Talking about this Dazai's mood went down again.

He thought of his behavior just now like a wild beast out of control.

"That's your ability?" Osamu Dazai took a step forward and put his hand on Oz's shoulder amidst Oz's somewhat surprised eyes.

Ozzy didn't explain anything, he saw a burst of light from the young man in front of him, and then the magical words surrounded the two of them.

Qiyi's sense of restraint made Ozzy instinctively feel uncomfortable, and he soon realized that the words emerging from the young man were trying to break down the magical defense layer on his body.

Yes, disintegrate, not break in the traditional sense.

Is this the new magic?

Ozzy's act of expressing his happiness was very simple. He took off his gloves, snapped his fingers, and a beautiful gemstone appeared in front of his eyes.

As far as he knows, magicians like this kind of stone that can store magic power the most.

However, Dazai didn't look happy, instead he frowned and withdrew the magic he cast.

Oz: "Are you upset? Why? Don't you like this?"

Dazai looked at the gemstone: "I'm more curious about how you took it out, the space ability? But judging from the things you tricked me into doing before, it should be more biased towards the ability of the control system?"

"Also, it can continue to operate under the influence of Disqualification in the Human World... Hey, who are you?"

Oz: "...Ability? Is this synonymous with magic?"

Dazai: "Magic?"

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, each realizing that the communication methods of the two parties should not be on the same platform.

Ozzy didn't think much, seeing Dazai turn around and walk away, he obediently raised his heels and followed him.

And Dazai learned of Oz's actions as if he had eyes behind his back, and he glanced back at Oz.

Osamu Dazai: "Hey, I didn't invite you."

Oz scratched his face: "But I still have something to tell you."

If you have the time to reason with a lunatic, you might as well find a river and jump into it.

Osamu Dazai had no expression on his face, and turned his head away from this strange guy who had been following behind him.

He needs to go back as soon as possible and have the doctor examine him.

The feeling of being controlled by strange desires was too uncomfortable, and he had to make sure it wouldn't happen again.

The window on the street did not reflect that there was someone following behind him, but Dazai somehow felt that he could smell that person.

He touched his nose.

Unfortunately, before he could find a doctor, Ango, who was hung up, called back again.

The slightly anxious voice made Dazai stop, and his lazy aura changed in the blink of an eye: "Ango? What's wrong?"

Ango took a deep breath: "It's Oda Tsukuru, a large number of zombies appeared in the area he was in charge of."

Dazai's expression froze, and he looked in a certain direction.

Odasaku is a port mafia whose bottom line is not to kill people. If it is a zombie, he should do it, right?

Dazai thought.

But when he arrived at the place where the accident happened, he was still a little startled by the desolation in his eyes.

I thought that the zombies Ango was talking about were monsters that appeared suddenly like this morning, but judging from the clothes of the zombies, they were indeed wearing Hong Kong and black uniforms.

Dazai deftly dodged a monster that was rushing towards him, and jumped onto the high container.

The entire area is full of crooked walking zombies. They seem to be unconscious, just wandering aimlessly in the open space, and will take the initiative to attack when they smell people.

Looking at the monster under the container that could only scream with its hands raised, Dazai relaxed slightly.

Judging by the movement trajectories of these things, they can't even lift their feet up the stairs. Odasaku's ability is very powerful, and there is no way he will have an accident.

Dazai looked around and successfully found a house surrounded by zombies.

The doors and windows of the house were closed, but there were still zombies lying on the walls trying to squeeze in.

Dazai muttered to himself: "It seems to be there."

"Do you want to go there?"

Oz, who had been following Dazai all this time, finally appeared.

After a snap of fingers, the knee-length cashmere coat appeared in Dazai's peripheral vision.

magic.Dazai laughed.

"You look familiar with those things."

Oz stood beside Dazai, his long hair, which had lost the magic of invisibility, fluttered gently in the breeze. He looked down at the unconscious monsters, with some doubts in his eyes.

He answered Dazai's question: "It's a bit unfamiliar now."

"They, they should be afraid of the sun, and have wisdom, and can use various abilities, but now..."

Now the things in front of me are only similar to ghosts in taste.

Strangely, there is also the seed he left for Mi Douzi, as if he was deliberately lured here, and then discovered this group of things.

Who is it?

Dazai withdrew his gaze from Ozzy and said, "There shouldn't be so many of them, they are contagious."

Oz was a little surprised by Dazai's sensitivity, he nodded and replied: "Yes, they can turn ordinary people into ghosts through blood transmission."

Dazai squatted down, picked up a small stone from his feet, and threw it near the zombie lying under the container.

The zombies did not respond to the movement around them, and still coveted the delicious food in front of them.

"Do you judge the enemy by smell and sight? If so, it will be a bit troublesome to move."

"You want to go there." Oz understood Dazai's wish.

The most effective way to get closer to humans is to satisfy their wishes.

Ozzy suddenly had a new idea about how to get along with his descendants.

He was a little happy, clenched his hand into a fist and put it next to his mouth, coughing reservedly.

Dazai: "?"

In the next second, Dazai was pulled in front of him by Oz.

He was taken aback by the sudden hug, and found that his altitude had suddenly increased.

Oz jumped up with Dazai Osamu in his arms. The two of them were clearly in the void, but Oz's feet seemed to be stepping on something real. Some invisible thing supported the two of them floating in midair.

Seeing Dazai's surprise, Oz squinted his eyes and explained: "It's the wind."

Oz: "We vampires use wings or magic to fly, but wings are not as convenient as magic."

Ozzy: "But whether you can grow wings, I can't guarantee it."

The man who claimed to be a blood clan showed a shy and somewhat apologetic smile.

"It's my first time taking care of a young vampire, so I don't have much experience."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He took out his mobile phone with a blank expression: "Hey, Zhongye? There is a strange supernatural being here. If you catch it back, you will have a new mount."

Good partner Chuya Nakahara: "Crazy, died."

New mount Ozzy: "Huh??"

The author has something to say:

That one

That's the one

Is there that white liquid?

I can feed a little bit to others.

[Duplicate monster appears]