Blood Clan: The cub is a cute little human

Su Ze tilted his head and looked at the calendar on the table. It has been ten years since he left the Li family.

He lived a comfortable and carefree life in the past ten years. He didn't have to rely on other people's charity to make ends meet, nor did he have to endure people's ridicule and sarcasm, nor did he have to worry about losing someone's favor.

But even though he was worried, Li Qingzhuo still abandoned him with his own hands.

At that time, I was overwhelmed with emotions, grief and anger drove me to escape from the Li family. After leaving, I realized that I could live a good life without them.

I'm living a good life. A Zuo, are you living a good life?

Su Ze was infected with the comfortable feeling of the people in Chengdu. Wang Dachuan often played mahjong, but Su Ze could never learn it. Even Maomao was addicted to this sport, but Su Ze could only play a bad hand.

But it was such a coincidence that Su Ze was still missing A Zuo last month, but he didn't expect that at the beginning of the next month, he drove to the Science and Technology Park on the outskirts of Chengdu to deliver afternoon tea. When he came out, he ran into A Zuo in an alley in Chengdu.

He didn't dare to confirm it at first glance until he saw the other party's face clearly. Seeing a group of little bastards chasing and biting A Zuo, Su Ze rushed over and roared, expelling those D-level people who were bullying the other party.

A Zuo leaned against the wall with his arm hanging, breathing heavily, looking tired and weak. Su Ze turned around and found that A Zuo was in a very bad condition. He asked carefully: "A Zuo, is that you?"

A Zuo raised his eyes, his eyes unable to focus: "Xiao, Xiaoze?".

A Zuo's neck and arms were all injured, and the most serious injury was on his right hand. His right hand was corroded and bloody. He smelled bad and was dirty like a beggar.

Su Ze never thought that their reunion would be in such an unexpected situation. He took out the blood tablet he carried with him and stuffed it into A Zuo's mouth.

"Come with me!"

After driving the man back to his residence, Wang Dachuan was scolding his younger brother downstairs when he saw Su Ze driving back with a dirty man following behind him.

Su Ze walked quickly and greeted as he passed by: "My friend."

Wang Dachuan was stunned. Su Ze seldom talked about his personal affairs, and this was the first time he met his friend. However, his friend didn't seem to be in good condition.

Glancing at A Zuo's right hand, he saw the wound was caused by corrosion from holy water, which would be extremely difficult to recover even with Ye Jue's good recovery ability.

Su Ze brought the man into the house and first fed A Zuo a large bottle of blood. Seeing that he was eating voraciously, as if he had not had a full meal for a long time, Su Ze did not speak directly and waited patiently for A Zuo to eat.

Wang Dachuan came in from outside: "Boss Su, your friend's hand seems to be corroded by holy water. Did he run into someone from the church?"

Su Ze raised his eyebrows: "It shouldn't be like that."

"Strange, the rules of Yejue are very strict now, and we have a cooperative relationship with them, so the people from the church won't take action easily."

Zuo drank a whole bottle of blood, and the wounds on his body gradually healed.

Su Ze asked: "Why did you get out? Were you kicked out?"

A Zuo pursed his lips and shook his head weakly, unwilling to tell his friends about his tragic experience.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. Go take a shower and rest, and we'll talk later. My room is the one on the left, go find my clothes to wear. I have work to do now, and I'll come back to see you later."

After that, he led Wang Dachuan out of the house and asked him after going downstairs: "I saw that his right hand has not healed. Can it be cured by the corrosion of holy water?"

Wang Dachuan scratched the back of his head: "Yes, but it requires connections with the church. Only the church has the medicine. I heard that the medicine is very expensive, a few milliliters cost 10,000 yuan. It will cost at least hundreds of thousands to restore your friend's hand."

Su Ze asked: "Do the people in the church have them?"

"Anyway, the people in the church can get it." Wang Dachuan pursed his lips and nodded at Su Ze.

Su Ze instantly thought of a customer. Following the address given by the charlatan who had bought bread from the bakery before, Su Ze found a local church in Rongcheng and took out his cell phone to look for the person.

In a row of bungalows behind the chapel, I saw a charlatan wearing church clothes and lazily playing games. He was lucky today.

Su Ze called out, "Zhang Buping."

The man looked up casually, and saw a Night Prince walking into the reception room with a swagger, and he yelled in fright.

"Shit! Vampires are at our door!"

"I have something to do with you."

"You are too arrogant! This is a church." Zhang Buping raised his thumb and pointed at the cross behind him.

Su Ze raised his hand and made the sign of the cross: "May God bless you, may Allah bless you!"

Zhang Buping shouted indignantly: "That's Islam!"

"I have something to talk to you about. If I am injured by holy water, is there any way to treat it?"

Zhang Buping looked Su Ze up and down: "Are you injured?"

"It's not me, my friend was bullied."

Zhang Buping suddenly asked, "Where are you hurt?"

"My right hand, the wound stinks. Do you have any medicine? How much do you sell it for?"

"Why do you keep talking about money? A small bottle costs 100,000 yuan, about 10 milliliters."

"One bottle may not be enough. His whole hand is broken. I don't have that much money right now. Can I exchange it with something else?"

Zhang Buping asked, "Have you ever done anything bad?"

"God bless me." Su Ze said this very smoothly without any psychological burden.

“······, bless you! God will be pissed to death!”

Su Ze said without hesitation: "God said that all beings are equal, and I am also a being."

Zhang Buping didn't expect the other party to come to him for medicine: "How about this, I'll go and ask, what level are you at?"

"D-class."

Zhang Buping nodded to indicate that he understood.

Su Ze said: "I have a Chinese citizen ID card. If you bring people to arrest me, I will call 110 and sue you for illegal detention."

Zhang Buping was a head taller than Su Ze. He lowered his head to look at Ye Jue's face, then rolled his eyes at him and turned away.

After Zhang Buping left, Su Ze sat on the reception chair outside and waited. After a while, Zhang Buping came out with a middle-aged pastor.

As soon as he came out, he pointed at Su and introduced him: "It's him, he wants to buy medicine."

The pastor was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. When he got closer, he found that the other person was indeed a Night Lord. He raised his hand and pushed the frame of his glasses: "Night Lord?"

Su Ze nodded at him: "God bless you, Reverend."

Zhang Buping tilted his head and scratched his head. Why was Ye Jue still so tricky? The middle-aged priest was not afraid of him.

"Hello, Mr. Ye Jue, the laurel leaf moonlight water you need is very precious. If you buy it with money, it may cost a lot of money."

"But I'm just a poor Night Lord. Is there an easier way?"

The pastor pushed his glasses. Any Night Lord who came to him could be negotiated with.

"Most of the people in this city are D-class Night Lords. We need the blood of some C-class Night Lords. Church personnel occasionally have to deal with some emergencies, and C-class can deter D-class. Or there are higher-class ones. If you can get their blood, you can exchange some of the things you need."

Su Ze raised his head, looking embarrassed: "In the past, it was Ye Jue who asked humans for blood. You actually asked Ye Jue for blood. I'm afraid you want my life. Never mind. I'm only C-rank. Use my blood to exchange."

Zhang Buping's eyes widened, revealing an expression of being deceived.

"You just said you were D-class!"

"Because I want to keep a low profile, I just filled the cup. How much can I get for 100CC? I'll pay for the rest."

The middle-aged pastor quickly gave a plan: "100CC plus yuan can be exchanged for a bottle that can treat a wound with a diameter of ten centimeters."

Su Ze blinked and said, "Then let's add 200 yuan for CC. God's things are too expensive."

The pastor patiently explained to him: "But laurel leaf moonlight water is very precious."

Su Ze negotiated the price with the priest for a while, and finally exchanged 250CC of blood and yuan for a bottle of potion.

While the pastor was preparing tools, Zhang Buping asked his doubts: "Why are you so poor?"

"Because I was cheated, I haven't been a Night Lord for long and haven't saved any money yet, so I opened a bakery to make ends meet."

"Do you usually bite people?"

"Yejue has blood bags at the rescue centers in each district. They cost 200 yuan a bag, which is only 200 milliliters."

Zhang Buping suddenly realized what was going on. Su Ze saw a furry little yellow head popping out from the door frame behind him, staring at him curiously.

"He's looking at me."