Quickly wear the host, don't panic, the person hasn't run far yet

Ryan was just about to open the door.

Suddenly I thought of the scene when I left in the afternoon.

His lips were slightly pursed.

How could he forget that this room no longer belonged to him alone.

His hand that was holding the door handle dropped weakly.

It seems like it's time to leave.

Roy doesn't need his help either.

He has no reason to stay here anymore...

I am not a person who procrastinates and should not be so indecisive.

He took a deep breath.

He turned around and planned to leave.

When I turned around, I found Curry standing behind me.

Ryan was stunned and his brows slightly frowned.

His alertness seemed to be much lower.

I didn't even notice when this person was standing behind me.

Or maybe I have become familiar with his scent without realizing it.

I didn't notice it immediately.

Ryan couldn't help but think with some self-mockery in his heart.

How long has it been...

How can a vampire be put under security alert so easily?

what happened to him.

This is not the reaction and alertness that a qualified blood hunter should have.

Ryan looked inexplicably lonely.

He lowered his head and didn't look at Curry.

Curry looked at the silent Ryan and couldn't help but frowned.

He simply put his hands on the door and circled the person.

Ryan still didn't look up.

Curry frowned, turned the door handle with his other hand, and pushed the person directly into the house.

Ryan's expression showed some resistance. He didn't want to be with those people.

I don't want to share him with others.

Yes, sharing.

This feeling made him uncomfortable.

Although he knew in his heart that there was no special relationship between him and him.

He was just one of his blood slaves.

Ryan laughed at himself in his heart.

But I don't know why.

He still couldn't stop feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

But after entering the house, he realized that there was no one else in the house.

Before he could figure it out.

Curry's cold and low voice came.

"I'm hungry."

Ryan could only sigh helplessly.

Sure enough, that is the case.

Never mind, let him drink one last time.

I have been someone's blood slave for so many days, and he has been providing me with good food and drink, so I should indeed fulfill my duties.

It can be considered a perfect ending to our two days together.

Ryan comforted himself in his heart and turned his head.

The slender and white neck is naturally exposed.

But Curry didn't come forward immediately as usual.

He frowned, even though he was not as sensitive to human emotions as His Highness.

However, after so many years of selecting and observing for His Highness, he has become more sensitive to emotions than other vampires.

He could obviously feel it.

Ryan was in a bad mood today, and as a result, the taste of his blood was also wrong.

like.

A little low and sad.

But why?

Curry looked confused, he didn't understand.

"Are you unhappy? Why?"

Ryan was stunned when he heard this.

He looked at Curry, who still had an expressionless poker face, but whose eyes clearly showed some confusion.

A gleam of light flashed unconsciously in his eyes.

But it quickly disappeared.

He lowered his head, looking very lonely.

"I thought you didn't need me anymore."

There was a hint of grievance in his tone.

"You already have so many other blood slaves."

Curry frowned.

It was a very common thing for a vampire to have many blood slaves.

But for some reason, he heard Ryan accusing him with a sense of grievance.

It caused a strange emotion to arise in his heart.

I still feel a little guilty...

"I didn't suck their blood. I'm still hungry."

Curry said as if explaining.

But he did not deny that he did take them as blood slaves.

Ryan bit his lips lightly with his pearly teeth.

He let out a soft "oh".

Then, before Curry could react, he quickly pulled out a dagger, cut the skin on his neck, and blood quickly gushed out.

A trace of panic finally appeared on Kuri's face, which had never changed for thousands of years.

He quickly moved closer and hugged Ryan, who was collapsing.

Ryan didn't cover the wound, but stretched his neck on purpose.

His face was pale but his tone was casual as he said, "Here, drink it quickly."

Curry's brows were tightly knitted.

He lowered his head and quickly covered the wound on Ryan's neck, but did not show his fangs to suck blood.

He tried hard to control his desires and emotions, secretly resisting the fatal attraction that blood brought to him, and used his own saliva to lick the wound.

He didn't notice that Ryan's lips were secretly raised.

It took a long time for the bleeding from the wound to stop.

Beads of sweat appeared on both of their foreheads.

Ryan's attack was very heavy-handed and the cut was very deep.

Curry angrily shouted in a low voice: "You are going to die."

Ryan shrugged nonchalantly.

"You said you were hungry. Why don't you drink?"

He asked back, looking straight into Curry's eyes.

Curry was still a little angry, his brows furrowed.

"I think the blood sucker will do it on his own, there's no need for you to take matters into your own hands."

But Ryan refused to give in.

"Oh? Really? Then why didn't you do it yourself just now? Is it because you don't like it because you have other blood slaves?"

Thinking again that he had other blood slaves, Ryan could hardly control his emotions.

Just asked it like that.

Seeing that Curry frowned and didn't answer, he thought he agreed and felt very angry.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he threw the defenseless Curry to the ground.

He bit Curry's cold lips roughly.

Curry was a little confused by this series of changes.

But he did not push away the person who was on top of him.

Let him bite me like a puppy.

The two people's teeth were constantly fighting.

Until I felt the familiar smell of blood in my mouth.

His eyes turned scarlet and he could no longer control himself and extended his sharp teeth.

The temperature in the air is constantly rising.

Curry's last moment of consciousness.

The young man on his body had red eyes, tears hanging on his pale cheeks, and he was whimpering like a little animal.

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After Irene returned to her castle that day, she thought for a long time and decided to go and talk things out with Blair first.

She went to find her father, and Charles did not stop her.

He looked at his beloved daughter and touched her head.

"I believe in you, my daughter. You won't make a decision that you will regret, and you will definitely not let me down."

Looking at her father's loving eyes, Irene nodded firmly.

Charles also did not tell Irene what he had seen.

He knew that his daughter had grown up and that it was her own life and he should not interfere.

She will make the right choice.

Watching Irene leaving.