Little Mr. is one hundred years old

When Qing Huan saw Lynn, she was lying quietly. Her beautiful face was pale and bloodless. I don't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt shriveled and older. There was a rose-shaped nail in her throat—— Qing Huan has seen this before, it is something that the vampire family uses to seal the soul.On the side, the man named Don knelt in front of her, his hands and feet were chained, his exposed skin was covered with scars and he didn't care, he just held Lynn's hand reverently.

"Lynn drank your blood, she was going crazy when we came, and I locked her soul." King said in Qing Huan's ear.

"What are you going to do with them?"

"Take it back to England for trial."

"Trial? Hand it over to the Queen?" Qing Huan asked.

King licked his lips and said, "It's our own judgment."

Qinghuan understands——Lynn is a vampire, but she is not a pure vampire. Their vampires are called the "Mary" lineage, that is, the "Bloody Mary (Bloody Mary)" lineage. The only way to maintain an immortal face is to nourish the body with young and pure blood and soul.In the current rules and regulations of vampires, it is okay to drink human blood, but it is not allowed to kill people, and it is even forbidden to devour souls.

Qing Huan glanced at Don and said, "Don is also Mary's lineage?"

King sneered: "No, he is a purebred Vampire, so he will be punished more severely for helping Lynn commit a crime."

Qing Huan remembered what happened in her dream, and said, "Where did M go?"

"He's going to take back the soul that Mary swallowed, that's his job."

In the dream, Qing Huan met those undead in that ancient European-style house, they should have been swallowed by Lynn, and there, both undead and living beings were controlled - if this is the case, then that The house is not an entity at all, but a death castle that exists in Lynn's mind.The so-called hymn I keep hearing is actually the song of death. If I really fall asleep in the singing of the song of death, I might stay there forever.

"After this matter is over, are you going back?" Qing Huan really just asked casually.

After hearing this, King hugged Qing Huan and rubbed his face: "I knew Huan that you couldn't bear me..."

Qing Huan wanted to push him away uncomfortably, but there was a person who moved one step faster than him...

When Qing Huan realized it, she had already been pulled away by Gu Yuehua for more than a meter—Gu Yuehua lowered her head and smiled and asked Qing Huan: "Do you want to chat any more? Don't you have class tomorrow?"

Only then did Qing Huan remember: "Yes, I almost forgot, what time is it?"

"It's almost twelve o'clock." Gu Yuehua reported the time without even looking at his watch or mobile phone.

"It's so late, so I really have to go back." Qing Huan said to King, who had a somewhat displeased expression, "King, I'm going home to rest, bye."

"Huan, you stay, I don't mind sharing half of your bed." King said in an ambiguous tone.

Qing Huan twitched the corner of her mouth: "Thank you, you're welcome."

Qing Huan and Gu Yuehua went home together. It was so late and they couldn't get a taxi here, so the two walked slowly.

"Have you been sucked blood?"

Gu Yuehua's sudden question made Qing Huan stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "En."

"But you seem to be fine, but the one who sucked your blood is 'very serious'." Gu Yuehua emphasized the last three words.

"Maybe...my blood type is not suitable for her...she eats bad food." Qing Huan's explanation was very pale-for vampires, where is the difference in blood type?

Gu Yuehua chuckled: "It's okay if you don't want to say it, just let me know when you want to say it someday."

Gu Yuehua was always so gentle and considerate, Qing Huan felt guilty for cheating him, so she responded with a nah: "Yes."

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Going to school the next day, Qing Huan's energy was a little bit low. When she stepped into the classroom, she yawned a few times, not enough when she saw the person next to her seat——

"How did you come?"

Tang Qiwei, it should be Chen Ziran now, he took out the book with a calm expression: "Come when your body recovers."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Indeed, he looks quite normal now, but Qing Huan doesn't want him to do any unexpected behavior to attract attention.

Chen Ziran glanced at him: "You want me to be hospitalized?"

Qing Huan quickly shook her head: "Why? Of course I hope you are healthy."

Ji Zhiqiu sat in the back seat and listened to the conversation between the two, frowning: "When did the relationship between you two get so good?"

"We are at the same table." Qing Huan replied.

"It's obviously weird..." Ji Zhiqiu muttered.

When it was time for physical education class, most of the boys rushed to play basketball, except for Qing Huan, who was indifferent to sports. Chen Ziran looked around the playground, then walked to the physical education teacher, and asked seriously: "Teacher, there is no martial arts field." ?"

The physical education teacher was stunned immediately, "Martial arts?"

Qing Huan immediately stepped forward and said, "Chen Ziran, that's what I told you, why did you ask the teacher?"

The physical education teacher was relieved to hear Qing Huan say this - after all, among so many students, Qing Huan is quite different, if it is him, it seems that there is nothing strange...

"Bai Qinghuan, do you want to practice martial arts?"

"I'm just a little interested, and I want to know if the school will offer this course." Qing Huan found that she was very calm when she told a lie without blushing or heartbeat.

The physical education teacher thought for a while and replied: "This course will not be offered for the time being. This is the first time I have heard students put forward this idea. If there are not so many people who reflect it, the school probably will not consider it."

"Oh, that's right." Qing Huan nodded: "I see, thank you teacher, let's go first."

After speaking, he couldn't wait to pull Chen Ziran away, and sat down on the steps in front of the runway. Before he could "educate" Chen Ziran, he heard Chen Ziran say——

"You lied."

Qing Huan coughed dryly: "I'm helping you out, okay? Do you know how strange your question was just now?"

"Is it strange?" Chen Ziran raised an eyebrow.

Qing Huan looked at Chen Ziran's face, although his face was still the same as before, but now his every subtle movement seemed to be completely different from before.

"That's right," Qing Huan pointed to the outdoor basketball court over there: "Have you forgotten? You used to be a member of the school basketball team, and you were the main force. You should play basketball."

"Basketball..." Chen Ziran frowned as he watched so many boys grabbing a ball there, "Are you sure I used to grab a ball like a monkey?"

"..." Monkey... Qing Huan said helplessly, "Basketball is a very popular sport among boys in China, okay? A boy who says he doesn't know anything about basketball and doesn't play basketball will be despised, okay?" Of course it's an exaggeration.

Chen Ziran stared at Qing Huan for a while, then said, "What about you? Do you play basketball?"

Qing Huan shook her head decisively: "Of course I don't play that."

"Then aren't you afraid of being despised?" Chen Ziran immediately grasped Qing Huan's words and asked.

"..." When did you become so eloquent...