What if the lord is too popular

The tense atmosphere in the apartment spread, and the dining tables were divided into battles, and the war was about to break out.

Mori Ogai said with a gloomy face, "You don't know what you're talking about, you're courting death."

"It's not that serious." Yaozai smiled, "Refer to the desensitization therapy, we can control the intake, step by step..."

"Desensitization therapy? Then you should know that this thing must follow the doctor's advice."

Yoya's leisurely posture made Mori Ogai's long and narrow eyes gather wind and rain.

"After all, how do you guarantee that you can absorb sunlight before being burned to ashes?"

"I'm just looking for your professional advice now." Yaozai looked straight into the man's eyes and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Mori used to be a surgeon, so you have to go through every department during training, right?"

Mori Ogai was taken aback, his eyebrows lightened with joy, and he blurted out:

"You remember?"

"...No." Yaozai lowered his eyes, not wanting to see his hope in vain, and explained softly: "I asked Xiao Tong."

He should have guessed so.

Exhausted suddenly, Mori Ogai closed his eyes and said earnestly:

"Yaozai, this is too risky, Kiwu Tsujimusan must have other weaknesses, you don't need to be so self-abuse."

Yoya got up and walked behind Mori Ogai, gently kneading his swollen temples.

"I can't wait." He said worriedly: "Recently, there have been frequent reports of vampire mutations all over the world. Waiting for Wu Can to use the program to promote the Bliss Cult. People are flocking to it. It is a matter of time before they are mass-washed/brainwashed."

Indeed, once the seed of "fear" breaks through the soil, it will only grow wildly, and there is no room for change.

It's not that Mori Ogai doesn't understand the truth that "soldiers are expensive and quick".

But the severed arm that was wiped out in the sun is still vivid, and he doesn't want to push his lover into a painful situation again.

Dilemma.

But in fact, most of the ropes of wrestling have been mastered by the opponent.

"No one can help me except you, Mr. Mori." Yaozai begged, looking sideways at the man's frowning brows, as if making up his mind, "Even if you don't want to, I will try it myself, at worst I will break my arms a few more times... "

Before he finished speaking, Mori Ogai grabbed his slender wrist violently.Yaozai leaned forward, his eyes met, and he could hear his breathing.

The man narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Do you dare to curse yourself again?"

Of course Yaozai wouldn't add fuel to the flames, his eyebrows were downcast, his eyes fell on the other's lips who were very close to him, pretending to be well-behaved and saying softly:

"You hurt me, Mr. Mori."

He actually has the face to say that!

The anger in Mori Ogai's chest intensified, and he sneered expressionlessly:

"Oh, Mr. Ubuyashiki is not even afraid of breaking his hand, but also afraid of pain..."

The words came to an abrupt end, Yaozai's face suddenly enlarged in front of him, slightly trembling eyelashes passed over his eyebrows, and pecked his lips lightly.

Hmph, this old trick of adding honey to a big stick, will he be hooked?

Mori Ogai grabbed the back of Yaozai's neck and wanted to deepen the kiss, but his eyes blurred in the next second, and when he realized it, the other party was leaning against the door and smiling harmlessly at him:

"Without further delay, Mr. Mori, shall we start quickly?"

He even deliberately squeezed the wrist that he had just grasped. From a distance, it was indeed glowing with a circle of red.

But Yuya Ubuyashiki's ability to escape easily is the best proof that he didn't really use his strength.

"I hope you can run this fast every time."

"Not good, because I occasionally want Mr. Mori to do whatever he wants."

"..."

This is really terrible, Mori Ogai couldn't help cursing secretly.

For planning to be successful, preparation is critical.

From choosing a room to how far the curtains are drawn, from the slash of sunlight to the position of standing.

After Mori Ogai took painstaking tests, he arranged for Yaozai to stand in the corner of the living room, with the sun shining in front of him, one step away.

Although he vowed to "absorb" the sunlight, Yaozai didn't know how to do it.

He remembered Onimai Tsujimi's nasty joke the night before—imagining your enemy ripped apart in front of you.

The key word is - meditation.

He was able to draw the portrait of Mori Ogai smoothly, and he also sketched the appearance in his mind in advance.

It's not easy and requires a lot of concentration.

Furthermore, how can "absorption" be ensured?

He racked his brains to make an analogy that food enters the mouth, passes through the throat and finally reaches the stomach where it is decomposed into various nutrients needed by the human body.

Instead, imagine a box with a latch that closes securely as soon as sunlight enters.

Easier said than done.

In order to let the sunlight "enter" smoothly, Yaozai stretched out his right hand.

Perhaps Oni Wu Tsuji is right, he is still lacking in the "absorption" that cannot be achieved without contact.

But as long as the effect is significant, who cares about the process?

With warm palms, Yaozai raced against time to close his eyes and raise his head, the contours of his face hidden in the shadows were faintly visible, making his silver hair even more lustrous.

A vampire dormant in the dark, with an incompatible divinity.

He concentrated 12 energy to find countless tiny thin lines from a dazzling halo, falling like a meteorite very quickly.

[It's now! ]

Yaozai opened up the newly formed box with a lock in his mind, ready to welcome the dazzling light.

at this time-

A wisp of green smoke wafted from the fingertips along with the burning smell, fleeting exclamations passed by the ears, and panicked footsteps moved from far to near.

Before Yaoya could react, Mori Ogai raised his sword and dropped it.

Flutter—

Hot blood splashed all over his face, and even the eyelids became sticky, making it difficult to open them.

Yaozai wakes up like a dream, and sees Mori Ogai through his scarlet vision.

"What's wrong?" He asked knowingly.

"Don't you know the consequences of your exposure to sunlight?"

"Sorry, I just miss this warm feeling, I can't help it..."

Yaoya evaded the important and took the light, retracting his still smoking right hand into the sleeve of the kimono, looking down at the blood-stained scalpel in Mori Ogai's hand.

"The action you dropped the knife just now was very neat. You are indeed the leader of Mafia at the port."

"Hmph." Mori Ogai sneered at this sarcastic appreciation, "Do you want me to watch you turn into ashes?"

Yaozai frowned, and smiled as if he didn't hear anything: "Compared to this, I am more concerned about Mr. Mori's scalpel."

He licked his lips subconsciously as he spoke, his dark red pupils created a stormy sea in the silence.

Mori Ogai suddenly came back to his senses, "I'm going now..."

Taking advantage of his inattention, Yaozai snatched the knife quickly, "Let me go, there is no one in the world who knows how to cook blood better than a vampire."

While speaking, he flashed his figure, hid in the bathroom, and clicked the lock.

Yaozai threw the knife aside, turned on the faucet, supported the countertop with one hand, and bent down with difficulty while clutching the clothes on his chest with the other.

[Mibuyashiki-sama, are you alright? ]

The body is like an erupting volcano, the hot magma is rampant in the body, turning everything it passes into scorched earth.

How could it be okay?

Yaozai raised his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror - his complexion was as pale as a ghost, and his facial features were wrinkled.

Dou Da's cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and his bitten lips slowly burst into a crazy smile.

[This shows that his body is indeed capable of absorbing and storing sunlight. ]

Extreme torture and great news.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door.

The blurred figure of Mori Ogai was reflected on the frosted glass, and his voice was anxious:

"Are you okay, Yaozai?"

He hurriedly washed his face, washed away the blood on the face of the knife with water, and even wiped the sink carefully.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the appearance, Yaoya took a deep breath and walked out unhurriedly, bumping headlong into Mori Ogai's arms.

"I'm a little hungry, Mr. Mori." He said softly, wrapping his arms around Mori Ogai's waist.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want to... drink your blood."

Yoya leaned on Mori Ogai's knee, carefully sucking the fresh wound on his wrist.

Lover's blood flowing through the throat, a wonderful experience.

"I heard that someone has developed a device to quickly detect whether the blood contains vampire genes."

"That's great." Yaoya wiped his mouth, his voice was hoarse after his desire was satisfied, "Can Mr. Mori try to find him?"

Mori Ogai stroked his long hair, with a half-smile: "Are you serving the majestic leader of Mafia?"

Yaozai didn't answer, she stretched out her hand to caress his side face casually, and suddenly hooked his neck.

The sweet lips rubbed against each other, the two were intimate for a while, and their breathing became disordered when they parted.

Yaozai squinted his watery and red eyes, acting coquettishly and provocatively:

"Can't you?"

"my pleasure."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Yaoya jumped up, and her silky long hair slipped through Mori Ogai's fingers.

Saw it.

The man stared at the back of him who was about to leave, angry and funny:

"Didn't you lie to me by saying you wanted to paint for me?"

Yaozai turned around, his nose wrinkled slightly because of difficulty.

"Actually, I'm not very good at drawing, but..." He raised his jaw towards the scalpel Mori Ogai was holding, implying: "I gave you something else."

Mori Ogai understood, flipped it to the handle, and what came into view was a small but vigorous "Yao" character.

The corner of his mouth twitched: "I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic."

"I just hope that Mr. Sen will miss me when I'm not around." He paused, "Will you?"

"What do you say?"

It was not too early, Yaozai was about to move in an instant, and a second before he disappeared, he stopped and engraved Mori Ogai's appearance deeply in his mind.

"See you tomorrow."

"Just so I can supervise you absorbing the sun?"

Yaozai imitated his tone a moment ago and asked back: "What do you think?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, tacit understanding.

After a while, the breeze blew, and Mori Ogai's long sigh echoed in the living room.

Alone after a short reunion.

In the blink of an eye, it was the night before the recording of the show, Yaozai crept into Wu Mi's room, and the latter was lying on the bed and dozed off.

He lay on the bed and waited for a while, until Wu Mi gave up his poor acting skills and opened his plum red vertical pupils angrily.

"what are you doing?"

"I just want to tell you that I learned to engrave your name."

"Hmph, it's been so long. It's really useless." Wu Mi let out a cold snort and spread his hands, "I want to check."

Yaozai took out the prepared things from his pocket and put them in his palm.

"what is this?"

His innocent and cold eyes fell on the light brown object, suspicious.

"amber."

Hearing this, he frowned fiercely.

"Of course I know it's amber, why did you give me this?"

"Because it reminds me of us."

He held up the amber to let the bright moonlight shine through the window, and said with a smile:

"The resin on the outside is you, and the worm wrapped inside is me. I will never escape your control."

"..."

This kind of weird description made Wu Mi's hairs stand on end, he said in a deep voice:

"I do not like."

"But I have engraved your name on it."

As Yaozai said, he showed Wumi a beautiful word "ghost" on the back of the amber as if offering a treasure.

"If I remember correctly, I should have asked you to engrave your full name."

"... It took me a lot of hard work to engrave this word. But don't worry, I won't embarrass you on the show tomorrow."

"Hmph, how do you manage to be useless and still be justified?" Wu Mi sneered, but the suspicion in his heart disappeared.

It seems that Yuya Ubuyashiki is afraid of being punished for failing to meet the requirements, so he deliberately uses this kind of rhetoric to divert his attention.

I really hope this guy spends his time improving his abilities, otherwise he can only be kept by his side in captivity.

Although, that's not too bad.

Wu Mi thought for a while: This really corresponds to the meaning of Yaozai's nonsense, amber.

"Oh, by the way, if you don't like my explanation just now, I thought of another one."

Not far away, Yaozai said while leaning on the door frame with his arms around him.

"what?"

"The worm in this amber is fused to the resin while it's alive, so it's kind of immortal."

The bleak autumn wind made his voice seem ghostly and ethereal:

"Just like you, don't worry about dying."

The author has something to say: Happy New Year everyone!In the new year, good health, good luck, academic progress, smooth work~

The countdown to the end of this article is hot, thank you for your company last year, let us welcome the ending together ww

PS: You need to consult a professional doctor for desensitization.