After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

He really likes Midouzi, and he also likes Tanjiro, even Tanjiro's brother who can't speak human language.

But Dazai looked unhappy.

"Are you upset because I hugged her?" Oz asked, frowning. "I hugged you that way too, and you're a pre-teen, a cub—"

"You are blushing because of the cubs, your ears are red and your heart is like a monkey."

"You are not allowed to speak! There is no whim at all!"

A smile appeared in Dazai's eyes.

Ozzy snorted before saying in a low voice, "Get ready, I'm going to say something else."

"Wu Mi will not easily believe that you can kill me. The premise for him to believe it is that we must believe it ourselves."

Dazai's smile disappeared, and he looked at Oz quietly.

"I want to tell everyone that I like you," he kissed Dazai's eyes, "do you still believe me?"

Oz asked Dazai about his credibility more than once, and Dazai never seemed to have a positive answer.

This time, Dazai lowered his voice, "What do you think?"

"You should believe me," Ozzy's eyes began to glow red at some point, just like what he did to Dazai under the influence of alcohol when he met Dazai for the first time, "Believe it again, OK?"

Dazai's eyes began to jump back and forth between laxity and clarity, and finally, he fell into the long silent night.

Only when people suffer enough, they will wake up from this hypnotized state.

Every time Dazai struggled, he would die under Oz's patient and gentle comfort.

Oz leaned over Dazai, and when the fangs stretched out from the gums and pierced Dazai's blood vessel, he slit his wrist and put it on his lips.

The alluring aroma of food caused the young descendants to instinctively open their mouths, and bite the prey around their mouths to start eating.

It was a horribly long nightmare.

"You are mine now."

In the pitch-black nightmare, Dazai heard a sigh of satisfaction.