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Wen Luan is going through the saddest thing in his life,

——Physiological impulse, can't solve it,

The elbow and knee joints are all broken, even if I want to solve it for myself, I can't do it.What, flushing with cold water, Wen Luan couldn't even climb out of the bed, he could move his neck and use his shoulders as support to barely move on the bed.

After panting and tossing for a long time, Wen Luan finally fell into the soft woolen blanket, avoiding the misfortune of seeing herself lying on the bed with nothing on as soon as others entered the door.

Originally, when the mood calmed down, the situation of the embarrassing part got better.

But with such a difficult move, the skin will inevitably rub against the woven blanket on a large area. Sensitive places such as the back, waist and abdomen are simply sweet tortures.The saddest thing is this kind of blanket, which is very soft, and the fabric feels comfortable and fluffy, but when the skin is slightly hot and sensitive, it is not a good feeling to be covered with fluff on your body.

Wen Luan was stiff and motionless, he felt that he could even count the number of those little fluffs clearly.

Couldn't have been a more damning experience!

Wen Luan was so angry that his eyes were red, and he was desperately thinking about things that would spoil the scenery, trivial things to distract his attention, but from time to time in his mind, the image of Cyrus without a shirt, with only brilliant blond hair streaming down his white and thin body , standing on the edge of the bed and talking with his head bowed: the smooth lines outline the pitifully few muscles, giving people the illusion of thinness, but the arms are tight, with slight sweat dripping out, which looks powerful, and the right hand is unconsciously resting on the waist.

Along the slender and white fingers, one can see the beautifully cut brown-golden belt, which is not like leather, and the pattern is similar to rattan weaving. It is very wide, usually covered by a jacket and a cloak, and only a little bit can be seen.Only now did Wen Luan realize that it fits very well, close to the waist, with only a small gap, and occasionally the skin underneath can be seen due to the wrinkles...

This action is like an invitation without self-awareness.

"Damn it!" Wen Luan felt that his nasal cavity was hot, he was shocked, and quickly suppressed all the next reverie.

Then he sadly discovered that somewhere the disaster was more serious.

Anyone can pour cold water on him, it doesn't matter even if it's Xier - Wen Luan thought desperately.

If Wen Luan knew that Xier had "considerately" avoided him, and ordered the casino staff who took care of and guarded the room not to "disturb", he would probably be so angry that he would dismantle the Silver Knight and throw it in the garbage dump.

Wen Luan fell asleep vaguely in this hot daydream, stiff and restrained immobility.

Fortunately, the room has a constant temperature system, and the humidity, wind power, and air index are all artificially constant, and Wen Luan will not get sick from freezing.What's more fortunate is that the surveillance head in this room has long been hacked by Seir. Even if Cyrus left, no one would see his distressed appearance.

The awakened tapir was nearly strangled to death in the confrontation with the newly awakened succubus.

As a result, after Wen Luan fell asleep, he didn't feel any hunger at all, and he didn't move for five days.

Xier has been talking about his life with Prince Maike for a long time, and he only wants to get rid of this mecha + win favor and take off the imprisonment ring on his body, and being a prisoner needs to be elegant and noble, Mr. Prince, bothering to explain to Xier story.

Originally, this was not a difficult task. There were countless soap operas filmed by Blood Race in 2000.

But who made Prince Maike an artist with lofty ideals? I haven’t seen many soap operas, except for the classic scripts, especially since Prince Maike has slept in a coffin for hundreds of years. Let’s talk about the old-fashioned Dark Council’s annual film and television works—as we all know, the novelty and adventure of scripts are always rising, and the previous ones are obviously worse than the current ones.

The stories of Prince Maike always start like this:

"Once upon a time, there was a man who worked in XX. When he woke up one day, he found that he had come to Deep Blue Star, which was XX years away from the time he lived..."

Syer found this missing population file in the database without any difficulty.

"Stop, I know this story."

"Impossible!" Prince Maike said firmly, how could the mecha see the internal channel of the Dark Council?

"Denied, I didn't implement the deception procedure. If you don't believe me, I'll tell you. Before this person came to the Deep Blue Star, blah blah, he told others... Finally he... blah blah, right? You change the story!"

Prince Maike was stunned for three seconds, and then: "Well, there was another person in the past, he..."

"I also know this story—" Ser interrupted solemnly.

The above process was repeated, and the defeated Prince Maike finally thought that it might be the leak of the missing population household registration file, which allowed the mecha to be copied, so he turned to talk about the soap operas of other TV stations in the Dark Council (strictly speaking, the lost population It can only be regarded as a variety show or indoor sitcom that the whole people can participate in), and the episodes are relatively short (as long as half a month or as short as a few days), it seems that the possibility of throwing a short story to pass away is gone. You can choose "a story of a vampire/an orc/a wizard wandering in other parts of the Moby Dick galaxy".

This is very much to Syer's liking.

Because this kind of story usually has a great ending "So, he finally became the founder of that country's political party/a generation of famous painters/the most successful space shuttle pilot, and returned to Deep Blue Star after the expiry period" ...

But what Maike encountered was another mecha with powerful logic. Seir kept interrupting Prince Maike to ask questions, just like a serious child listening to the story of Cinderella and asking why Cinderella was not affected by domestic violence. How about seeking help from women's and children's organizations?Very unscientific! !

——In this case, the only answer is that there is no such organization there.

Seir not only has logic, but also has a high IQ. He will seriously refute that if a person lives in poverty for a long time and has no food or drink, even if he is a dark race, he will be so haggard that he can't see it. That kind of clothes will make him look radiant , It's so unscientific to find a big person who appreciates one's talent just by looking for a place!

"Hey, what I want to hear is why they are successful, and how to refer to other people's experience, but you omitted it at the critical moment!" Shier stared at Prince Maike seriously, and said very dissatisfied, "You mean The story is not a rigid database, it is only responsible for telling me the result, obviously there is such a detailed process, why not talk about their struggle?"

The hapless blood prince is speechless, soap opera!It's not a biographical inspirational film!

"Well, tell me how you became a prince!"

"No... how to improve the strength of our blood race is a secret." Maike replied stiffly.

Se'er stood up, clenched his fists and threatened: "You don't want to talk about life with me?"

Fighting for the Eastern Devils to stand on the side of the Dark Council so as to redeem his reckless mistakes, the blood prince could only think hard, and finally he had an idea, and finally thought of the most classic work in the history of blood soap operas, adapted from human novels, until today The Dark Council is still constantly remaking and increasing, with a masterpiece of [-] episodes before and after.

"Once upon a time there was a little wizard who lived in a closet at a relative's house..."

Don't be afraid to ask questions at all!Because there is no protagonist and the world where the protagonist lives!

It is conceivable that with the concept of [-] episodes, even if we only talk about the most important prequels, main stories, and side stories, as well as a few classic derivative dramas, introduce the characters, and sort out the stories carefully, it will take a few days. night bar.

Seier was deeply fascinated. He squatted in Prince Maike's room without receiving the dangerous message from his master, and kept listening to the story. He heard that Prince Maike had terrible dark circles under his eyes, his cheeks were thin, and he lay on the ground weakly: "Yes Can blood be drunk? I can't..."

"Oh!"

The silver-armored knight hurriedly moved his arms to stand up with two clicks, opened the door, and said to the dozing casino security outside: "Throw a wizard... no no, throw a dragon over here, it can fly and breathe fire, enough My captive drank for a long time."

"..."

The casino staff had a distorted expression of "what is this mecha talking about?"

Prince Maike was already starving. As a prince, he would have turned into a skinny skeleton without drinking blood for half a month, but he kept talking, and he couldn't support it in just five days and tended to lose weight.

As soon as the door opened, he dragged the two casino guards into the room with a fierce look in his eyes.

With a precise bite, a prey will bleed three times, no more, no less. This level of blood loss will not even affect the health of the prey.

Because Maike's speed was too fast, people outside couldn't see what happened at all, and the screams had just ended, and the two comatose companions were thrown out by Maike again, and the cavities in their necks were covered with vampire saliva healed.

"What did you do?" the casino guard yelled.

Prince Maike stood up straight and was about to say something when Seir slammed the door shut. In the dark room, the blue electronic eyes flickered like demons, and the mechanical voice announced cruelly: "Finish? Good!" , go on, what about the later story?"

"..."

Prince Maike completely kneeled, what kind of torture is this!Where is the Great Elder, why didn't he come to negotiate with the Eastern Devil, and why didn't he come to rescue himself?

The dark magic of the vampires, as well as sharp teeth, are useless against cold metal!

It would be even more embarrassing to run back to the Dark Council. He was defeated by the succubus, captured by the tapir, and fled home in embarrassment without doing anything.

As everyone knows, the atmosphere in Deep Blue Star is already tense.

The inspection of foreign spaceships on the outer orbital space station suddenly became stricter. Although the Deep Blue Kingdom did not do much, but three times in a row, tourist groups and business visitors were refused entry for various reasons.

When a spaceship found problematic personnel, the entire spaceship was forcibly sent out of the queuing channel, and they were not given a chance to enter the deep blue star.

The contradictions became more and more serious, and the communication channels of the checkpoints were full of enthusiasm.

Deep Blue Star Civilian Port, a black cat with its own shadow covering effect, walked slowly around the access passage. Hearing people's comments, it stopped and scratched its chin with its paws very humanely.

"What do you think, John?" The black cat raised its head and asked a very ugly middle-aged man, who was still wearing a research lab coat, but he had only used invisibility magic, so he was not noticed.

John still held an optical computer that was calculating data in his hand, and said indifferently: "Beret is at the checkpoint. This is the first king-level mech activated. I guess Beret's accuracy The scanning ability can already accurately distinguish between humans and dark races, as for why there is such a big fuss..."

"The enemies and traitors will think that the Dark Council has teamed up with the succubus! The succubus does not want to waste its power against the cannon fodder. Our Prime Minister still doesn't want to talk to us. We hope that the Dark Council and the Demon Party will fight first." Black cat stepped Walking gracefully, he turned his head and said, "Unfortunately, Your Excellency Cyrus doesn't know that the enemy is here for the 'Dream Demon'!"

"Let me remind you that without the power of the Great Elder, Cyrus can hear you talking in the dream." John black line.

"Oh!! What should I do, the Great Elder will kill me!" The black cat screamed with fur all over its body, as if it had been electrocuted, its limbs were off the ground.

John bowed his head: "...you are too exaggerated."

"Oh!" The black cat returned to normal in an instant, spread its paws and said, "I have worked hard enough, okay, you still want to see through!"

John continued to bow his head silently, then closed his light brain, and said seriously to the void: "Cyrus, the information that the Dark Council wants to convey to you is the above-mentioned information. I'm done, and I'm going back to the research institute. I was forced to cooperate. Yes, I am innocent."

After speaking, he turned and left.

The black cat waved its paws fiercely at his back, found an open space and continued to squat down and play with its tail, monitoring the passageway into the port.