What if the lord is too popular

Yaozai walked slowly towards the only remaining Tong Mo in the lobby, bent down and lifted his chin, tilted his head and smiled:

"Why don't you run away?"

"Maybe my legs are weak."

Tong Mo spoke calmly, the fragments of the crystal chandelier refracted the illusory light, he squinted his eyes:

"I was thinking, what would have happened if you hadn't had that glass of wine?"

"What are you talking about?" Yaozai frowned, not knowing why.

Tong Mo paused, remembering his amnesia, and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"I mixed something in the wine, you will become a vampire after drinking it, forget?"

Tong Mo's tone of voice when he said "Have you forgotten?" was as melodious as a bard's reed flute.

But the confession at this moment is not a wise move, but a prelude to pushing him into the abyss.

Yaozai was really furious, his dark red pupils were full of murderous intent.He grabbed Tong Mo's throat suddenly:

"You are courting death."

The feeling of suffocation was overwhelming, and instead of struggling, Tong Mo stretched his neck provocatively.

Seeing this, Yaozai became even more angry.

With a loud bang, the vase on the table by the wall exploded, and the fragments slid across Tong Mo's side face faster than meteors fell.

There were many shallow cuts on his skin, and blood was gushing out, and the air was filled with a wonderful smell.

Vampires are most sensitive to blood.

This time, Yaozai woke up from the state of being controlled by negative emotions and fell into another trap.

Sometimes his eyes are as clear as mountain spring water, and sometimes they are covered with hazy blood. His eyes can't help looking at Tong Mo's wound, and he licks his lips:

"Let me take a bite."

The hand that was strangling Tong Mo's neck suddenly let go, caressing his bloody wound almost gently, with a playful expression.

The leader of Bliss was stunned, although life and death had no essential difference to him, but the instinct of his body made him open his mouth wide immediately, thirsting for oxygen like a dying fish.

"Hah, hah—"

Yaozai didn't urge him, he licked the bright red on his fingertips, and said calmly:

"Let me take a bite."

Tong Mo raised his head and saw his own reflection in the man's eyes, with a bruised and purple complexion which was rare and embarrassing.He pretended to be helpless:

"Can I say no?"

"No, but I can grant you a wish."

"desire?"

Tong Mo didn't have that kind of thing, before he could react, his slightly cold fingertips lightly touched his forehead.

Yaozai, oh no, His Highness Hinoki tried to "listen" to his emotions condescendingly like other believers.

"Don't waste your time."

"Shut up." Yaozai reprimanded without anger.

He closed his eyes with a compassionate expression like a supreme god.

This is ridiculous, even more ridiculous than the emotionally devoid of Bliss.

Because this guy is clearly a vampire now.

Time travels minute by minute in silence, spanning a century and shorter than a second.

Tong Mo unknowingly had some hallucinations—as if he really possessed turbulent and complicated emotions.

No, even if it's just a slight fluctuation like a newborn baby.

"You're right, I can't feel anything at all, your heart is like a vacuum."

thump-

Tong Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyes in silence.

He had already guessed this kind of result...

"But it doesn't matter." Yaozai approached his ear without warning, and said in a seductive tone: "Even so, I know what you want."

[similar. ]

"I can turn you into a vampire too, as long as you let me take a bite."

Coke?

sugar?

alone?

Home?

all?

Li Tong Mo was stunned, trembling as if an electric current passed through his body, two clear tears flowed from his eyes, and he opened his mouth to say the answer that both of them knew.

[it is good. ]

The moment the word was blurted out, the Lord of Bliss even stretched out his arms to hug Yaoya's curved back, as if embracing something more ethereal than glass light.

It's hope, it's belonging.

He didn't realize that Yaozai had become a complete liar, and he had never bit anyone before, so how could he be sure that he could turn the other party into the same kind?

This is just a lie of vampires to get blood, that's all.

Feeling Tong Mo's submission, Yaozai let out a fleeting snort in his nasal cavity, and pulled the collar of his kimono which was in the way, and opened his mouth to reveal sharp fangs, which were about to bite down fiercely.

Hiss—

Accompanied by a sharp wind that pierced through the air, Yaozai forcefully pushed away Tong Mo in his arms.

A strand of snow-colored hair fell leisurely, and he stood up straight and slowly raised his eyes to look at the man who appeared at the door at an unknown time, his slightly restrained red pupils suddenly darkened.

"Sen-O-wai."

The man approached leisurely, another scalpel as thin as a cicada's wing flipped between his slender fingers.

"Oh, did you spoil your good deed?"

"you……"

Before the words finished, Yaozai suddenly felt dizzy.

He fell to the ground unwillingly, and through the cold blade of the scalpel beside him, he vaguely saw a little girl in an orange princess dress with a syringe in her hand.

After a long time, Yashiki Yoya woke up, but his head was still groggy.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds, his dark pupils flickered with a strange red light from time to time, and the memories of a moment ago flowed back like a tide.

"Mori Ogai."

The man gritted his teeth and muttered, and stood up abruptly, suddenly his left wrist hurt like a tear.

He couldn't help but sucked in a breath of air, only to realize that he was actually handcuffed to the bed.

The person who would do such a cruel act would not think otherwise.

"Sen-O-wai!"

While a storm was brewing in Yaozai's eyes, a depressive whirlwind hung around him.

bang bang bang bang—

The sturdy window frames whimpered softly.

But there was really nothing here, except for a bed and a low bedside table, there was nothing to destroy.

Yaozai raised his handcuffed left wrist to his lips, and slowly stretched out his tongue like a wounded beast to lick the blood oozing from it.

While licking, he thought about the countermeasures to get out. All in all, the teleportation he was good at didn't work.

tap tap —

Yoya heard the footsteps in the corridor from far to near, and it was Mori Ogai's breath lingering through the crack of the door.

Thank you Ghost Dance Tsuji.

He thought sarcastically, otherwise he wouldn't be so sensitive to human smells.

Do you want to lie back intact?

Yaoya quickly dispelled this unrealistic idea, seeing the posture of Mori Ogai holding the scalpel, it should be easy to judge whether he is pretending to sleep.

He has so many emotional ups and downs now, and he is not fully sure that his performance will be watertight.

tap tap —

The sound of approaching footsteps stopped outside the room, and the door was pushed open.

[What do I usually call him? ]

Yaozai asked without naming names.

[The system froze for a moment, feeling that the host was unusual, so he said cautiously: Mr. Sen. ]

[Okay, what about in bed? ]

[what? ]

[Yaozai clicks his lips impatiently: What do I call him when he is doing that kind of thing on the bed? ]

[The system is thinking hard: Uh, this... I remember that you are generally speechless?Oh no, call him "Mr. Mori" even when he can talk. ]

[......]

The system's unfounded words made Yaoza's blood surge, and a cluster of blazing flames rushed from his chest to the top of his head.

Who can only yell "ummmahah"?

He pressed the button to mute the sound expressionlessly, the door opened with a "click", and Mori Ogai's figure came into view.

Yaozai took a quick glance, the blood on his already pale cheeks faded away, and he lowered his head in shame.

"Are you awake?" Mori Ogai strode closer, the bed was sunken, he sat down and stroked Yaoya's long hair affectionately, caring:

"Is there something wrong?"

No one mentions the silver handcuffs, like the elephant in the room, pretending it doesn't exist.

After a while, Yaozai raised his head and stared at Mori Ogai, his dark red pupils were rippling, and seemed to have a thousand words, but in the end he just bit his lower lip and asked hesitantly:

"What... just now, Mr. Mori?"

The tone of his speech was as fragile as the wings of a butterfly that could be crushed when squeezed. His voice was so soft that it was still captured.

The man looked at him, his expression temporarily hesitant because of the long-lost address, and his eyes fell on his blood-soaked lips that were extraordinarily coquettish.

"Why is it broken here?"

Mori Ou said while wiping with his fingertips.

"Really?" Yaoya seemed to have just realized this, subconsciously licked it, and the moment the tip of his tongue touched Mori Ogai's finger, he retracted like an electric shock, and two powdery clouds floated on his face.

"Sorry." He blushed and said, "I'm not used to my sharp teeth."

Mori Ogai smiled nonchalantly: "How much? Open your mouth and let me, a former surgeon, check it out for you."

Surgeons don't look at the teeth, but fortunately he made a big deal out of it.

Yaozai sneered secretly, anyway, to check, nothing more than to take a look.He didn't expose this clumsy lie, and opened his mouth obediently.

"what-"

He couldn't help laughing when he saw Mori Ogai, and the next second...

Rough fingers stretched in, caressing his sharp fangs one after another, carelessly, mixed with a little taste of love and sex.

Now it's hard to tell who is seducing.

Yaozai felt the man's hand holding his chin tightened more and more, as if he was trying to restrain himself, it hurt a little.

[If I bite down now, it will definitely lead to tragedy. ]

Just as he was thinking about whether to take action, Mori Ogai pulled his hand in time, and brought out a very thin silk thread that seemed to be there.

"Your teeth are really sharp." The man rubbed his wet fingers and hooked his lips: "It seems that no one will dare to kiss you casually in the future."

Yuya Ubuyashiki let out a "tow", and rolled his eyelids lazily:

"Mr. Sen doesn't dare?"

Mori Ogai paused, raising his eyebrows with a half-smile: "Will you bite me on purpose?"

Yoya shrugged noncommittally, and rested his left foot carelessly on Mori Ogai's lap.

"It's all because Mr. Sen moved too slowly just now, causing me to keep my waist sore and back hurting."

While complaining half-truthfully, he ground restlessly on an important part of Mori Ogai with the soles of his feet, until the man's breathing gradually became heavy and he stared at him with scorching eyes.

"What do you want to do?"

Yuya Ubuyashiki smiled when he heard this:

"So if Mr. Sen doesn't try it himself, how will he know that I'm not willing to bite?"

While speaking, a smear of blood disappeared from the corner of his eyes like a dolphin jumping into the water.

The author has something to say: It is very interesting why Sensha wears handcuffs.

Chips: If I had known, I would tie his feet too. (Inside: No, you don't want to.)

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