What should I do if the seven veterans are revived at the same time?

As a result, Zhuo Lan, of course...be enjoyed first.

He had no chance to choose and struggle at all. When he was directly knocked down, only one thought crossed his mind.

--Failed……!

The bewilderment skill of the blood clan failed, and the demon clan was completely out of Zhuo Lan's control, no matter what Zhuo Lan said, it would not work.Moreover, the way the demons "enjoy" is too direct and rude, without mercy.Not to mention being comfortable, it will only make the blood race feel more painful, and feel that the body is about to crack.There was no way, in order to make himself feel better, Zhuo Lan had to do his best to cooperate with him.

But he stumbled again.

In exchange, only further squalls and showers.

Zhuo Lan almost passed out.For a blood family, especially a fourth-generation blood family, it is extremely rare to faint because of this kind of thing.The blood race lost consciousness several times in the middle, and the longest time lasted more than ten seconds.When he was conscious again, his whole body was so painful that he was numb, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even breathe.

He struggled to wrap his arms around the other's neck, and kissed him recklessly.

This time, he finally made the right bet.

The demons deepened the kiss, as if they wanted to eat their prey.The blood race seemed to have lost control of the force in this deep kiss, and unconsciously responded forcefully... biting the other's lip.

Fang finally got the blood.

The Mozu may have noticed it, or maybe they haven't. In short, Zhuo Lan is trying his best to entangle him, not to let his lips leave.Although doing so could only get a little blood, which was a drop in the bucket, the blood race did taste the long-awaited delicious blood.This is like a placebo, it may not have much practical effect, but it makes the vampires chase it desperately.

Until the demons grabbed his hair and forcibly tore him apart.

"Not a little courageous..."

The Mozu spoke coldly, but in fact his breathing was already short.The vampire who had tasted the blood clung to him more and more, and it became more and more difficult for him to maintain his superficial calm, and his movements were almost out of control.

The blood race was pulled by his hair, unable to approach, and the eyes looking at him had lost focus.The mouth that had not retracted the fangs opened and closed, and the voice could no longer be clear, and could only make a breathy sound.

But the demons heard it.

He said, "I'm going to... die."

He couldn't breathe, tears welled up unconsciously, across his scarred face.Those blood-red eyes no longer burned, lost their spirit, and closed slowly.

The arm that was originally hugging the demon's neck lost all strength and slipped down.

The Mozu grabbed his hand.

It miraculously stopped... for a few seconds.

Looking at the closed face with cold eyes, listening to his breathing, it was so weak that it might stop in the next second.

Lost consciousness.

Perhaps, dying.

The demons are used to seeing death, and have caused countless deaths, and regard other races as worthless.A life is not even a speck of dust in his eyes.And anyone who came into his fortress uninvited had only one end, and that was to die forever.

The moment he sensed the arrival of the blood race, he thought so too.

But now, this unexpected guest is about to die...

The demon held out his finger.

Stretching into the slightly parted lips, touched the tip of his teeth, and exerted a little force.

He didn't resist, and his sharp teeth easily pierced his skin.Fresh blood gushed out from the demon's fingertips, followed the blood's tongue, and slid into the blood's throat.The Mozu stared at his Adam's apple and waited for a while, but they didn't see any swallowing movements.

Sticking to the fingertips of the fangs, he swipe lightly.

The wound widened, and more blood entered Zhuo Lan's throat, and his Adam's apple rolled—and finally swallowed.

The vampire subconsciously bit the finger of the demon, and the deeper fangs brought more blood.He swallowed one after another, impatiently, as if he was afraid that the finger that brought blood would be pulled away.His fangs also bit deeper and deeper, so hard that it seemed to bite off his fingers.

"Release." The demon held his chin, forcing him to let go of his sharp teeth.Zhuo Lan's strength couldn't match him, so he had to relax a bit, but he bit his fingers reluctantly, and opened his eyes in anxiety.

It's just because I haven't fully regained my senses, and I still haven't been able to focus.

His eyes rolled slowly several times, and he looked at the Mozu for a few seconds, then blinked slowly, and tears flowed down his cheeks again.

The Mozu suddenly moved again.

Zhuo Lan choked on being hit by him, and was actually choked by the blood in his mouth into the intake pipe, so he coughed suddenly.This time, the finger that was originally bitten had to be released, and the Mozu took the opportunity to withdraw his hand.

Zhuo Lan was startled, looking at the Mozu with extremely aggrieved eyes.

The Mozu hadn't seen this expression for a long time.

"Want to drink?" Mozu grabbed Zhuo Lan's hand and put it on his neck, "If you please me, I will reward you."

Zhuo Lan understood in an instant.

He hugged the demon's neck, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and leaned forward to kiss him.

In exchange for a deep kiss that was more fierce than before.

***

It was already three days later when Zhuo Lan was free again—that is, he could get out of bed and walk around the fortress.

On the one hand, he was held down by the demons, and on the other hand, he had no strength. He was fed blood several times by the stingy demons one after another, and Zhuo Lan's injuries were visibly healed.

The external injuries have basically disappeared, and there are still some internal injuries, but they basically do not affect the activities.He could have turned into a bat the day before, but before he could fly out of the fortress, he was captured by the demons with a thought.After another day of "lessons", the blood race had to be honest.

He began to slowly explore the castle, and his master.

He knew that the demon was called "Arsa", and that there were no other people in the fortress, not even many supplies.It was very quiet in the fortress, only the sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning could be heard, nothing else.

Zhuo Lan turned from room to room, wondering why Arsha needed so many rooms when he obviously didn't let anything go.

He also knew that Arsha could come and go here without a trace, and could move anything in it at any time—including himself.No matter how the blood race exerts the powerful power of the fourth generation, in the domain of the demon race, it is always difficult to take out his palm.

Once, Zhuo Lan strolled to the second floor of the atrium.Looking down from the window, he saw Arsha standing on the first floor opposite the atrium, looking up at himself.The blood clan raised his chin and blinked at the opponent, and in the next second, he was captured into the arms of the demon clan.The consequences, needless to say.

This ability is really cheating.

And Zhuo Lan couldn't find anyone else in this place where nothing shit happened, so if he had any questions, he had to ask Arsha.But Arsha always showed a lack of interest, either responding perfunctorily or not at all.If Zhuo Lan presses the question, Mozu will try his best to make him shut up.

This kind of aggrieved day really made Zhuo Lan's teeth itch with hatred.

The vampires have nothing to do with this demon, they can't run away, they can't resist, they can only wander around in this empty fortress all day long.But this is too boring, no fun.The only one who can pant and talk, is Arsha who doesn't care about people at all, and spends all day dozing somewhere in the fort with no expression.Talking to him, Zhuo Lan felt that it was better to chat with a bird that could learn how to talk, at least not so quiet that it would make people angry.

Even if Zhuo Lan wanted to take care of small animals for fun, he had no chance.Birds and beasts dared not approach here, and asked Arsha for it, but Arsha seemed not to hear it.

As the days passed, Zhuo Lan memorized thousands of days in his small notebook, and his rebellious mood gradually rose.

He made all kinds of tricks and pranks, just to see Arsha change his face.But Arsha either ignored him, or just "cleaned up" him, never giving any interesting reaction.Zhuo Lan deliberately quarreled with him, but Arsha also chose to turn a deaf ear or gag his mouth, which made the unilateral quarrel between the blood clans never come to fruition.

Zhuo Lan couldn't bear it anymore.

He even felt that it might be better if he died directly.If this is spent here with this demon, both of them will live forever, and there is no end?

In this fortress, he would even be "cleaned up" for banging his head against the wall.The Mozu taught him a lesson, and put a bracelet of unknown material on him, saying: "If you do this again, you will spend the rest of your life in bed."

Zhuo Lan was going to be mad at him.

The vampire thought: Okay, you love nerds, don't you?Love to sleep, right?I can too!

He started a "hunger strike."

Up to this point, Arsha was still feeding him blood only with his hands, up to his wrists.After several times of feeding and not eating, the Mozu sensed that something was wrong: "What tricks are you playing?"

Zhuo Lan made up his mind to confront him: "Oh, guess what?"

The demons don't guess.

If you don't eat, don't eat, Arsha will not be used to it.He knew that once Zhuo Lan didn't drink blood for a long time, he would lose his sanity in the later stage, and he would instinctively look for blood, and then he would drink it by himself.

But this time, the Mozu guessed wrong.

Of course Zhuo Lan knew what characteristics he would have, and he had already prepared a way to deal with it.When he was about to reach the limit, he began to push himself to sleep.

The deep sleep of the blood clan, hundreds of years is nothing to worry about.

Let's see who can handle it better.

On a day that was no different from usual, Zhuo Lan walked to the atrium, lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

After a long time, as night fell, Arsha began to look for him.But Arsha didn't do anything to him, the demons easily knew that the blood was lying in the courtyard, so they just moved him to the bed with a thought, and didn't wake him up again.

The next day, Zhuo Lan didn't wake up.

On the third day, I didn't wake up either.

After four or five days, Arsha finally realized that something was wrong.

Zhuo Lan had slept in before, but the remarkable thing was that it was less than two days, not too long.This time, there was no movement for five days, and he even lay motionless on the bed, as if he had died in a dream.

If Arsha hadn't confirmed that he was still a little warm and still not stiff, I'm afraid he would really have thought he was dead.

But no matter what Arsha called him and how he played with him, he didn't wake up.Arsha even tried to "bully" him directly, but apart from the energy and instinctive defense overflowing from his body, there was no other reaction.Arsha felt that the food was tasteless, so he didn't continue.

The demons put the Sleeping Beauty in the bedroom and stopped urging her to wake up.

He thought he should be very patient.

After all, that's how it happened in the past.

Arsha went to see it every day and teleported there himself.Observe the face of the blood clan, and also observe the fur folds around him.As long as there is a little difference, the demons will know that the blood has woken up.

But, not at all.

A month has passed.

A year passed.Arsha put a bird's egg beside Zhuo Lan's pillow.

Ten years passed.The flying sparrow hatched beside Zhuo Lan died of old age, and the melodious song that had been ringing in the fortress for ten years came to an abrupt end.

Arsha sat beside Zhuo Lan's bed, using a certain ability for the first time in thousands of years.

"Lilith, come here."