The whole world thought I was a victim of [Quick Transmigration]

The light from the crystal chandelier was dim.

The box on the second floor is hung with heavy black curtains, and the flickering candlelight can be faintly seen on the ancient pure gold candlestick.

Yan Hanshi sat in the shadows, wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief, and picked up his wine glass.

The bright red blood swayed gently in the clear glass, bringing out his abnormally cold and pale complexion.

He was wearing a classic black suit, with low-key black roses tattooed on the side of his shirt collar. He had an elegant and handsome appearance, and there was a hint of boredom in his deep gray-blue eyes.

All the hustle and bustle has nothing to do with him.

Yan Hanshi was only invited to the auction for living things.

He has little interest in buying golems.

No matter how finely groomed and dressed, how luxurious and exquisitely imprisoned in a golden cage... tonight, those fresh and tender human beings who were presented to the high platform one after another were all trembling slightly with panicked expressions.

No matter how beautiful the face and appearance are, it will become even more ugly due to fear.

Fear, on the other hand, is an emotion that taints the palate.

It makes fresh blood sour.

And human fragility is always unavoidable.

Turn off, it's time to leave.

Yan Han put down the wine glass, fastened the button of his suit jacket, picked up the handkerchief again to wipe his fingertips, but suddenly paused.

There was a new auction item in the audience, and the heavy red cloth was lifted, and a sweet smell that he couldn't ignore spread loudly.

The people hiding in the dark did not show much commotion.

Only Yan Han stood up slowly, opened the black curtain through the handkerchief, and looked down at the young man in the golden cage.

Jiang Mian's slender wrists were wrapped with thin chains, and she snuggled up to the edge of the cage, sleeping soundly.The black hair softly covered half of his face, unable to cover his delicate facial features as white as porcelain. His long and thick eyelashes hung down, making him look quiet and docile.

Only use such meaningless thin chains.

If it was a little more rough, the delicate and delicate skin like silk would be easily pressed out with glaring bruises.

This anonymous auctioneer knows his merchandise very well.

Yan Han pondered for a moment, raised his sign thoughtfully, and doubled his bid.

The venue instantly became silent, and no one dared to compete with him.

Auctioneers are not stingy about providing more exquisite packaging.The sleeping boy was wrapped in a soft velvet coffin, covered with rose petals dyed with morning dew.

The ignorant and fragile little blood servant was led back to the prince's territory in his sleep and hid in the middle of the lake among the dense forests.

The rose-filled castle is surrounded by a tranquil lake, and he has nowhere to escape...

No.

It was Yan Hanshi who was reminiscing over and over again, that unusually sweet breath.

He even felt restless and thirsty, so he couldn't help ordering his servants to lift the lid of the coffin, lowered his eyes and sniffed the fragrance that slowly permeated, but he didn't wake up the young man.

Having lived in this world for too long, he has already forgotten whether such tempting food still exists.very strange.

Until Jiang Mian slowly woke up in the black coffin, with her slender arms supporting the snow velvet cushion, she sat up little by little.

Yan Hanshi didn't ask anyone to help him, leaning on the back of the chair with his slender legs crossed, observing Jiang Mian's every move thoughtfully.

Jiang Mian took a breath wearily, and seemed a little sick, but not as frightened or hysterical as the blood servant who was sent here before.

The pretty pale boy just lowered his eyes, stroked the silver chain lightly with his fingertips, and then smiled with interest.

The corners of his lips were about to curve into a beautiful arc, when he suddenly tilted his head and covered his lips with a violent cough, his face became paler in an instant, and he even coughed up blood.

The blood flowed down between the fingers and fell into the blood-red sea of ​​rose petals, as if it would disappear without a trace in an instant... But it insisted on leaving a dazzling mark on the snow-white velvet.

Yan Han frowned slightly.

He knew that Jiang Mian might cough even worse, so he shouldn't get close.

But the gorgeous blood flower blooming in the velvet made him stare intently.

It's rare to buy a human being who smells so delicious, and that's enough.

Yan Han held a clean handkerchief, held up the young man's thin chin, wiped it slowly and carefully, and lowered his eyes to admire the slender and beautiful white neck.

And Jiang Mian raised her face obediently, her crow-like eyelashes trembling slightly, and said softly, "Master."

Yan Han paused slightly.

Jiang Mian seemed to be well aware of her situation.

This master even called it a little playfully, with a hint of coquettish taste.

Yan Han unconsciously slowed down his movements, and stroked his delicate and delicate cheeks with a white handkerchief, trying his best to be as gentle as possible, but still brought out a hint of red.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and realized that he was a little fascinated. He actually wanted to hug Jiang Mian, but he barely stopped at the moment when it was about to be carried out.

So, Yan Hanshi patted Jiang Mian's face lightly, as if casually coaxing the little things in the house.His voice is gentle and mellow, like a fine red wine, it always makes people relax their vigilance, and it is difficult to distinguish whether it is an exhortation or a warning.

"Hey, don't call me that."

After speaking, he threw away the handkerchief, smiled inexplicably, and asked the housekeeper to take him to take a bath.

The castle in the lake, which was so quiet that it was almost dead silent, caused a suppressed commotion and whispers because of this order.

Only Jiang Mian did not express surprise, nor did she show any trace of fear.He answered obediently and softly, as if he didn't care what kind of ending he would usher in.

When the room became empty again, Yan Han was thinking... If he passed out in the bathroom and accidentally bled, it might be a waste.

But the little blood servant should still clean it by himself.

After all, when he is lightly touched by others, it is always easy to leave marks, and it is not clean.

All kinds of inexplicable thoughts lingered in his mind, making Yan Han a little restless.He took out a few cups of blood from the freezer in the morning, and suddenly asked the housekeeper to take them away in disgust.

After smelling the smell of Jiang Mian's body, the fresh blood turned into an unsavory smell.

It’s weird.

Jiang Mian was wrapped in clean and pure white silk pajamas, sitting on the head of the bed, her slender white legs couldn't reach the carpet, so she could only hang in the air.

He was spotless from head to toe, groomed and dressed just as the owner wanted, clean and beautiful.

Yan Han suppressed the restlessness in his heart, changed a handkerchief and pressed it on Jiang Mian's neck, exerting a little force with his knuckle-boned hands.

With a slight sway of his thin and fragile body, Jiang Mian looked at him softly without struggling.

Yan Hanshi let go of his hands, his fingerprints were clearly visible.

Human beings are still extremely fragile, but Jiang Mian has no trace of fear, and the bewitching aroma of poppies exudes from the bruised veins.

"who are you?"

He took off the handkerchief and stroked the little blood servant's exposed carotid artery with his own hands, strange emotions rolling in his gray-blue eyes.

"Your blood servant, master." Jiang Mian replied softly.

He didn't even change his words, he was so courageous...but his deep blue eyes were gradually stained with blood and hunger.

"You know what I mean." Yan Han whispered.

Jiang Mian smiled noncommittally, turned her head, and took the initiative to reveal that fragile and attractive side neck, and urged: "Please enjoy."

This sentence is not out of politeness, or pious dedication, but more like a soft and harmless compulsion.

Yan Han was stunned for a moment, but soon became a little interested.He didn't dare to think about what he was subconsciously guarding against, and he didn't bother to think about it.

There is no doubt that the beautiful and clean boy in front of him is a human being.

After all, he couldn't escape his palm.

The eyes were completely covered by deep blood, and the sharp fangs blew cold light, slowly piercing the young man's delicate skin.

The noble and elegant king leaned over and kissed the rose petals lightly, which was hunting and giving from above.

The little blood servant clings to him limply, mist appears in his beautiful eyes, as if he wants to be coquettish again: "It hurts."

How can it hurt?

He should be ecstatic, paralyzed and addicted, and have already fallen into a dream.

The lowly and uncontrollable human beings, after being treated as drinks by the high-level vampires, will always wag their tails and take the initiative to come up again.

Yan Hanshi didn't have the time to think about these anomalies.

Rather, he was the one who fell into hallucinations involuntarily.

The youth's blood was a hundred times sweeter than he had imagined, and he couldn't help but be addicted to it.

Compared with the joy when I tasted blood for the first time in my life, the intoxication now seems to be worse.

Yan Han pulled Jiang Mian into his arms, and clasped his slender wrists that seemed to be struggling.

He has not been so close to humans for many years, but he has never felt anxious or irritable.

He just wanted to hug the little blood servant even tighter, and continue sucking his sweet blood plasma, never stopping, until that frail body was plundered and dried up...

No.

Can't finish it so quickly.

The blood-stained sharp canines were pulled out with difficulty, and the blood-red tongue greedily swept away the last drop of hot blood.Yan Hanshi forced himself to calm down, looking down at the increasingly frail boy in his arms.

Jiang Mian still exuded... a sweet aura that Yan Han could not ignore, and her eyes were moist.

The kiss given by the high-ranking blood can quickly heal the wounds on the blood vessels on the side of his neck, leaving only a small, imperceptible spot.

But against the snow-white skin, it was still particularly glaring.

Jiang Mian had no fear, no hallucinations, and no paralysis.

It's just a pity.

The unsatisfied vampire's Adam's apple rolled slightly, but the little blood slave already complained: "It hurts, can you drink faster next time."

Yan Hanshi: "..."

He didn't know how to answer, he took out the handkerchief as a cover-up, covered his lips gracefully, and slowly wiped his hands with his eyes down.

But Jiang Mian's gaze was still fixed on him, as if he was getting more and more wronged.

"Owner……"

He even called out softly, his already fair cheeks became even paler due to blood loss, like fragile porcelain that would shatter at the touch of a touch, it had to be wrapped in soft velvet material to be cared for and coaxed gently.

Yan Han felt that he was crazy.

He wanted to ask what Jiang Mian was thinking and why he was so bold, but he couldn't help but indulge him intentionally.

Is it a sequela of too delicious blood?

Yan Han couldn't help feeling dizzy and out of control when he smelled him.

You can't fish in a dry lake, but you can't be addicted.

Such a strange blood servant, he should be kept elsewhere.

Yan Hanshi used his last rationality to call for the housekeeper and kicked him out.

But he remained motionless, standing in front of the ancient carved window, staring at the white jade-like moon outside the window, the blood in his eyes never faded for a long time.

He suspected that the anomaly tonight was not over yet.

Sure enough, the weak blood servant couldn't bear the slightest harm.

Even wrapped in warm velvet bedding, he had a fit of acute illness in the middle of the night.

Yan Hanshi didn't know why he went to check it himself.

The boy shivered and curled up under the quilt, coughing up blood from the bed.Moyu-like black hair was soaked in cold sweat, softly attached to the side of the face, but it was astonishingly cold to the touch.

After being fished out together with the quilt, Jiang Mian hung her head weakly, leaning on his shoulder and panting lightly.

Yan Han subconsciously tried to push him away, but failed.

The rich and sweet breath made him forget everything, and he could hardly exert himself. He could only stare blankly at the unique vitality of human beings slowly draining from this thin body.

The blood stained the meticulous suit, stained the clean shirt embroidered with black roses, and even stained Yan Hanshi's cold white fingertips and wrists.

He found he didn't mind.

And his little blood servant seemed to have absorbed some energy from this embrace.

Jiang Mian raised his head with difficulty, and when he noticed Yan Han's embarrassment at the moment, he chuckled lightly and said, "You are so pitiful."

"……Pitiful?"

"Well," the amber eyes under the moonlight overflowed with a tinge of eerie joy and madness, "Master, I'm about to die."

Yan Han was slightly taken aback.

What is Jiang Mian happy about?

The human body in his arms was as light as a feather, and being hugged so tightly by him, the spine line under the soft fabric became thinner and more distinct.

Perhaps, he was indeed dying.No wonder there was no fear in his eyes.

"When I die, you will never taste...better than me in this life," Jiang Mian slowly rolled her eyes, only her lips were stained brightly by blood, lighting up her sickly body. Pale face, "What should I do?"

Yan Hanshi had tried his best to act with ease, but at this moment his pupils shrank suddenly.

The sweet aroma lingered on the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help sniffing it quietly, almost obsessed.But Jiang Mian suddenly lifted the harmless cover without authorization, and forced him to face the truth so badly, what exactly was he trying to do?

He was rarely at a loss, his arm strength gradually tightened, and he was silent and aphasic.

"Well, don't waste it." The smile on Jiang Mian's lips grew stronger.

Before he finished speaking, his pale and slender fingertips were stained with sporadic blood, covering his slightly pursed lips.

Under Yan Hanshi's astonished gaze, he smeared everything.

One side will always be forced to indulge.

The dignified and elegant king was wantonly defiled by the blood of humble human beings.In the bright white moonlight from which he could not escape, he was in a state of embarrassment, and the end of his eyes flushed.

Even the pair of cold and sharp fangs were reduced to meaningless playthings.

"Lick it clean." The little blood servant gave orders playfully.

Yan Hanshi did not refuse.

This changes everything.

He suppressed his chaotic breathing, and held Jiang Mian's wet fingertips.Not knowing what to hide, he silently took out the handkerchief again, and wiped it vigorously until it turned slightly red.

Yan Hanshi knew that he should stop immediately, let his servants come over to clean the mattress, and deal with it neatly... this arrogant person who used death to threaten him.

But Jiang Mian enjoyed his service calmly, and even turned her head carelessly.

With the other free hand, he gently stroked the blood-stained pure white bed sheet, and his eyes became more and more interested.

"...Don't do this." Yan Han instantly understood Jiang Mian's meaning.

This vicious and crazy human being doesn't care about anything at all, he just wants to press his face into those puddles of dried blood.

Yan Hanshi didn't know why he had to give in.

But his throat was still aching, his tie was loose, most of the collar of his meticulous shirt was ripped open, and his cold white and clean skin was deliberately stained with blood.

He could only repeat in a hoarse voice: "Don't do this."

Almost begging.