National First Love and His Little Jasmine

Song Shiqing froze in place, his thoughts tangled in threads gradually became clearer, and all the previous doubts became clearer in Meng Chuan's last sentence

Song Shiqing froze on the spot, his thoughts tangled in threads gradually became clearer. All the previous doubts became traceable in Meng Chuan's last sentence, but there seemed to be a layer of mist on it, which could not be broken .

As the man got closer and closer, his hard and deep face became clearer, his sword-browed and star-eyed expression was gloomy, as if blood had stained white snow, and the atmosphere became silent.

"Song Shiqing, come here..."

A hand covered in bright red stretched out towards him, his voice was hoarse and low, implying firmness.

Song Shiqing's heart was touched inexplicably, as if it resonated with him, it started to hurt, and he really had an urge to walk over.

But he didn't even know this person's name, this was the first time they met.

"Are you feeling sorry for him?"

Meng Chuan's clear voice rang in his ears, and at the same time, a cold and familiar hand pinched his chin and slammed his face.

The scarlet evil eyes faded away the purity of Meng Chuan's face, and he raised the corners of his mouth, but he smiled on the surface.

"Why should I feel sorry for him?" Song Shiqing asked expressionlessly.

The impulsiveness and excitement in his heart disappeared completely when he saw this face.

Song Shiqing slowly added: "I don't even know him."

"But he knows you."

Meng Chuan moved his fingertips, and the man in front of him fell to the ground suddenly, as if he was crushed by a heavy object, the floor made a cracking sound, and his circumference was sunken.

Song Shiqing was silent for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, he asked with an aggrieved expression: "You don't believe me? Do you think I'm in harmony with him, planning to escape from you in just one day?"

Meng Chuan gritted his molars, and exerted more force on his fingertips, "Don't change the subject, you know that's not what I'm asking."

This incident was planned by Meng Chuan alone. The vampire camp needs fresh and powerful blood, and he knows best whether it has anything to do with Song Shiqing, but Mu En, the bastard who came out and stretched out his hand to Song Shiqing was absolutely unexpected. accident.

Song Shiqing pretended not to understand anything, and asked, "Then what do you want to ask?"

"What's your relationship with him?"

"It has nothing to do with it. As I said, I don't know him."

"Then why did he rescue you?" Meng Chuan became even more agitated in his heart. Not long after he woke up, he lost his ability to stabilize, allowing the vampire's long and sharp fangs to pop out at once.

"...I don't know." Song Shiqing glanced at the man, knelt down in the depression, motionless, and seemed to have passed out.

The current situation, coupled with the roaring and moaning sounds coming from a distance from time to time, made Song Shiqing feel creepy and extremely weird.

He looked at Meng Chuan's teeth, his attention was diverted again, and he couldn't help asking: "Are you going to bite me?"

Meng Chuan was offended by his fearless appearance, and asked angrily: "Yes, I want to bite you."

Song Shiqing looked at him, motionless.

The anger in Meng Chuan's heart became more and more intense, and when it was about to reach the critical point, he snorted out of anger, "Aren't you afraid?"

Song Shiqing shook his head, "Not afraid."

The castle at night was shrouded in the cold moon, and the long wind brought the coldness. His body was just an ordinary human body. Of course, he knew how cold and warm he was, but it would be a shame to say that he was a little cold now.

Song Shiqing always wanted to save face in some strange places.

Therefore, Song Shi, who is well versed in the method of provocative generals, gave him a cool look, "Didn't you bring me here to see it? You said someone wanted to snatch a marriage. You should have arranged this person, right?"

"I arranged for someone to invade my territory? It's a good thing you figured it out." Meng Chuan wished he could bite him now.

Talking about snatching a marriage is obviously a joke and flirting, but now it has become the words of the person in front of him to restrain him.

"Well, what you said is correct." Song Shiqing nodded, "But how do I know?"

Meng Chuan didn't know what he thought of, and asked, "You want to know?"

"think."

The group's initial embrace over there became more and more intense, and the sound became more and more unbearable. Song Shiqing's scalp tingled when he heard it, and he really couldn't stand it any longer.

As for the man on the ground full of doubts, he believed that Meng Chuan would not kill him.

Although the reason has not been fully clarified, seeing that Meng Chuan was so angry now, and did not directly kill that person or throw him into the group of people, it is enough to show that Meng Chuan will not kill him.

Meng Chuan sneered, and hugged him even tighter, "Okay, then I'll let you know."

Before Song Shiqing could react, his eyes went dark and he gradually lost consciousness. Before he fell into a coma, he heard the intelligent assistant calling him anxiously and loudly, as if trying to wake him up, but it was useless.

In the extravagant and bright castle hall, a blue-robed vampire sat on every chair beside the long table, surrounded by black-robed vampires, and on the main seat of the long table sat a dark red robed vampire with his hat off.

This person is Meng Chuan.

Today is the annual Blood Slave Sacrifice Day. In the past, Dracula Meng was killed and sacrificed to the sleeping Dracula Meng. Now that Meng Chuan woke up, of course it was dedicated to the ancestor himself.

Meng Chuan sat lazily on the main seat, his handsome face collided with a coquettish and evil charm in the gloomy environment, especially those dark red eyes, which completely covered the pure almond eyes, he Supporting it with one hand, his expression of impatience did not hold back at all.

There is already a top product hidden in the room, how could he look down on these ordinary people.

Although the vampire group is cold-blooded, they have a special attachment to certain activities and customs. If Meng Chuan is really not present, it will be very troublesome. The beauty's future bride, he still held back his anger and came over.

After a while, the elder who was sitting on his left spoke and asked those young men to bring him up.

"My lord ancestor, I hope you will like it."

Although they are elders, all of them have the faces of young people in their 20s. From the appearance, it is impossible to tell the level of aptitude. The eternal youth of vampires is not a legend.

"Hurry up." Meng Chuan knocked on the table twice, and lay down on the chair out of shape. ?

The author says:

After two days of injections, the swelling of the hand subsided and one came again. Hey, I’m taking medicine and it’s almost healed. Thank you guys. It will be updated normally tomorrow. I’ll make it up as soon as I’ve said it. I don’t believe it tomorrow. See you at 12 o'clock in the evening~