kiss the night

"Humans are arrogant creatures. After they have mastered the use of tools, they feel that they are detached from other animals, and they are constantly trying to change nature in the course of history." Elena held up her dress skirt , shaking the cotton doll in his hand and entering the study room of the old castle.

In the room with the plush carpet, two men sat and stood while turning their heads to look at her.

"Elena." Gilbert looked at her in surprise, "I thought you were sleeping."

"Wake up." Elena laughed, jumped to Laurentine's side, and sat on his lap without hesitation, like a really innocent little girl, shaking her own Calf, "Please, don't always think that my sleep is doing nothing. In a long life, is there anything more important than killing time?"

"Maybe." Gilbert nodded, and said the harshest words in the calmest tone, "It's just that I thought that the bears that slept for months could only be hibernating bears. I never knew it would be my kind."

"Then there are only two logics, either you are the same kind as a bear, or you are rare and more..."

"Okay." Laurentine rubbed his brows and stopped the bickering between the two in time. He pushed Elena off his lap, stroked her skirt, and taught her seriously, "You have already It's over the age of newborns, little girl, you should learn to keep a distance from the opposite sex."

"You are so boring!"

Laurentine ignored Elena jumping around, and his attention returned to the report that Gilbert sent just now—the things recorded on it were quite complicated, and most of them were also difficult for Laurentine. A new thing, after all, even the omniscient and omnipotent God can't control the people who believe in Buddhism in the East. As the prince of the West, Laurentine still knows little about that distant continent.

"VaunicationAssociation, what's that?" Elena leaned her head over, her gaze was attracted by a string of text on it, and she looked up at Gilbert.

Gilbert put his fists to his mouth, coughed lightly, and resumed his usual serious appearance at work: "The Vampire Human Exchange Association, according to our division of labor, may be considered to be playing the role of the church in the East, but , The difference is that they are not a religious group themselves, but a hidden underground organization that is not disclosed to the public, so it is quite difficult for us to obtain their information."

Laurentine nodded: "Then what is the source of this report?"

"People from the Holy See." Gilbert looked serious. "According to my understanding, although the vampire groups in the East and the West have no connection, in recent years, the Holy See in the West has always had some connection with the VHCA."

"It's not surprising." Laurentine thought thoughtfully, "Humans have always been more enthusiastic about finding their own kind than vampires."

"...After the fall of the 'Tao' in the East, some of its descendants established the VHCA with the help of the upper-class figures. With a "tsk", he said disdainfully, "VH, it's more like a VampireHunter than a Vampire Human Exchange Association. It's almost like writing its ambition on its face. I don't know how Eastern vampires tolerate this. kind of guy exists."

While Laurentine was delving into the situation of the Eastern vampire, the wandering Eastern newborn vampire was being tortured by hunger.

When Yan Zhao woke up, he found that he was lying next to Si Qi, of course, it was another hospital bed specially added.There is a bedside table between him and Si Qi. On the bedside table are porcelain cups for drinking water and a dim desk lamp. Yan Zhao's consciousness is not very clear. He turned over and felt that the light from the lamp was also very bright. Dazzling, I wanted to turn it off, but accidentally touched the porcelain cup when I reached out.

The porcelain cup collided with the floor tiles of the hospital, making a loud noise.

Si Qi woke up with a start. Seeing Yan Zhao, he subconsciously called his name.

Yan Zhao shivered under the quilt, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"I know……"

Si Qi couldn't finish his sentence, the nurses outside had heard the movement, and they came in to clean up the mess on the ground.Si Qi frowned, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Isn't that duke giving you something to eat?"

Yan Zhao gave an "ah" full of doubts, and then realized that Si Qi was talking about his fainting. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain these messy things to Si Qi. Zhao himself didn't even think about it.

He doesn't seem to want to eat meat very much now, and the meat that was once very attractive to him seems to have become a tasteless thing like vegetables and fruits at this time.

So what does he want to eat?

When the cup of red drink appeared in Yan Zhao's mind, Yan Zhao almost rolled off the bed in fright, he swallowed involuntarily, and the brain's rotation slowed down... He desperately needed that kind of red drink Liquid, maybe one cup is not enough, two cups, three cups...

"Yanzhao!" Seeing that he ignored him, Si Qi was a little annoyed, and at the same time he raised his voice, he couldn't help complaining, "There was an injured one, and you put yourself on the hospital bed, Yan Zhao, you are already eighteen, right? Why can’t you even eat? Do you know that afternoon... Yan Zhao?” Si Qi stopped cursing halfway, and he looked at the boy in front of him strangely.

When Yanzhao came back to his senses, he found that his eyes were on Si Qi's exposed neck. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of the blood flowing in the blood vessels, and seemed to be able to smell the fragrance emanating from his body. A strange scent, completely different from the smell of that perfume, more like a smell that can stimulate appetite.

"Why are you in a daze?" Si Qi stretched out his hand to tug on Yan Zhao.

However, Yan Zhao stretched out his hand before his brain reacted. He didn't expect his strength to be so strong, and he directly pushed Si Qi down to the hospital bed.The weight of an adult man suddenly fell on the hospital bed, and no matter how good the quality of the bed was, he couldn't help but make a loud noise.

"Hiss!" Si Qi covered his bandaged head.

Yan Zhao looked at his palm in surprise, said "I'm sorry", and ran out of the ward in embarrassment.

His mood is very disturbed, like a ball of kneaded wool, Yan Zhao hopes that the fresh air outside can calm himself down, after all, there are more and more things that make him unbelievable, not only out of the scope of science, Even more out of his comprehension.

"It's so late, why are there still boys wandering alone in the courtyard of the hospital?" A voice came to mind not far away.

Yan Zhao followed the reputation and found a very familiar face, where did he see it?

"Don't remember me?" Quentin put on a hurt expression.

It was just a night full of fog, without the light of the moon, but Yan Zhao found that he could still see every detail of the person in front of him: red hair, ears full of studs, and the big dark casual clothes on his body. The suit is a bit like the style of the seven 80s Beatles.

"Are you... the person I met in the bar that day?" Yan Zhao recalled looking at his ear studs, even among the open-minded young people, it is rare for someone to hit so many earrings in one go a hole.

"Quentin, Quentin Royce." He reported his name again, "You met my brother before, Matt."

When this familiar name appeared, Yan Zhao recalled the fire that day. Before the fire broke out, a woman accosted him, and it was the young man named Matt who helped him out.

"I didn't expect that to be your younger brother!" Yan Zhao exclaimed, "You two don't look alike at all."

Quentin bent the corner of his mouth, noncommittal to Yan Zhao's words, he walked to Yan Zhao's side, suddenly lowered his head, and sniffed Yan Zhao's neck.

Yan Zhao took a step back and made a defensive gesture: "What are you doing? Mr. Royce, I don't think we are familiar with this level yet."

"Familiar?" Quentin laughed. He raised his head and closed his eyes, as if he was seriously feeling something, "Maybe you don't even know yourself, little guy, you Eastern vampires are like this..."

"I'm not a vampire!" Yan Zhao interrupted Quentin impatiently, "That's not the case at all, I'm not a damned vampire!" Body is rare.

Quentin made a gesture of surrender: "Okay, okay, whatever you want."

"Who are you?" Yan Zhao realized that the other party might also be related to those mysterious creatures, and suddenly became vigilant. He opened the distance between the two, like a hedgehog in a defensive state.